My Politician Husband Left Me During an Emergency Delivery—Four Days Later, He Went on TV and Lied About Where He’d Been

PART 1 — 8:15 P.M.

At 8:15 p.m., I realized my husband was willing to risk losing his family if protecting us interfered with his political career.

I was twenty-eight weeks pregnant with triplets.

And something was very wrong.

“Julian.”

My voice barely rose above the noise coming through the walls of the VIP suite at the Biltmore Hotel.

Hundreds of donors waited downstairs.

Campaign staff hurried through corridors.

A ballroom full of people expected my husband to walk onto a stage in less than five minutes and tell them why he deserved to become the next governor of our state.

I was sitting on a velvet sofa with one hand against my stomach.

“Julian.”

He was adjusting his crimson tie in the mirror.

“Something’s wrong.”

He glanced at me through the reflection.

“You’ve been uncomfortable all day.”

“This isn’t discomfort.”

Nora, his campaign manager, checked her watch.

“Three minutes.”

I looked down.