On the morning of our 10th anniversary, I woke from a nightmare—my husband John abandoning me on a beach. But it was just a dream. Moments later, John surprised me with plane tickets to the Dominican Republic. We arrived to paradise: white sands, warm breezes, and each other. It felt like a reset we both needed. On our third night, after days of dancing, laughing, and reconnecting, I planned to reveal a secret—I was pregnant.
As we walked the beach, I reached for the gift box in my pocket. Just as I opened my mouth, a woman ran up, dropped to her knees in front of John, and cried, “Don’t leave me!” I froze.
