MY WATER BROKE DURING HIS MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY DINNER. I CALLED HIM FROM THE HOSPITAL, BEGGING HIM TO COME. HE LAUGHED, TOLD ME TO HANDLE IT MYSELF, AND HUNG UP. THREE DAYS LATER, HE WALKED INTO MY ROOM AND FROZE.

Synopsis

My water broke beneath Vivian Cole’s crystal dining table while my husband raised a champagne glass to her “perfect motherhood.” When I whispered, “Ethan, the baby is coming,” he looked at the spreading puddle and asked why I always had to make everything about me. “First babies take forever,” she said, smoothing her gold dress. “Sit somewhere until the…