Part 1My Husband Cheated, And After His Car Accident, I Signed The DNR Right In Front Of Him

“Anna, James is in the hospital right now, and… it doesn’t look good.”

I glanced over at my daughter, Sophia, who was watching TV on the couch. In a low voice, I replied, "Let’s stop the treatment."

James and I have been married for seven years, and our daughter, Sophia, is four now.

He runs one of my brother Ryan’s branch companies, but the business had been struggling for a while.

My dad even advised him to let it go, saying he should find a job more suited to his expertise.

But after I got pregnant, the company suddenly started doing well, and James got busier.

That busyness stretched on for five years.

Once Sophia was born, my entire focus shifted to her, leaving little time for James.

Last month, Sophia started preschool, and I finally got a moment to breathe.

That’s when I realized that James wasn’t coming home more than three times a week.

Hesitating for a moment, I decided to give him a call.

He picked up quickly. “Hey, babe?”

“When are you coming home? Sophia’s been waiting for you.”

Sophia had actually been asleep for a while by then.

I’m just not the type to openly say things like ‘I miss you’ or ‘I love you,’ even when we were dating.

James hesitated for a few seconds, his breathing sounded rushed. “I’ve got something at the office. I won’t be home tonight. Tell Sophia to get to bed.”

“Babe, I’ve got to go. Love you.”

Before I could respond, he hung up.