When I was pregnant with twins and going through terrible labor pains, I asked my husband to take me to the hospital. As we were about to leave, my mother-in-law saw us and said, “Where are you trying to go? Come and take me and your sister to the mall instead.” So he straight up refused to take me and said, “Don’t you dare move until I come back.” Father-in-law added, “She can wait a few hours. It’s not that serious.” They all left me there, doubled over in pain. An old friend happened to stop by and helped me get to the hospital. Suddenly, my husband burst into the labor room and shouted, “Stop this drama. I won’t waste my money on your pregnancy.” When I called him greedy, he grabbed my hair and slapped me across the face. I screamed in pain. Then he hit my pregnant belly with his fist. What happened next was shocking.

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When I was pregnant with twins and going through terrible labor pains, I asked my husband to take me to the hospital. As we were about to leave, my mother-in-law saw us and said, “Where are you trying to go? Come and take me and your sister to the mall instead.” So he straight up refused to take me and said, “Don’t you dare move until I come back.” Father-in-law added, “She can wait a few hours. It’s not that serious.” They all left me there, doubled over in pain. An old friend happened to stop by and helped me get to the hospital. Suddenly, my husband burst into the labor room and shouted, “Stop this drama. I won’t waste my money on your pregnancy.” When I called him greedy, he grabbed my hair and slapped me across the face. I screamed in pain. Then he hit my pregnant belly with his fist. What happened next was shocking. Read More