My Husband’s “Best Friend” Humiliated Me in the Delivery Room,Now They’re Both Going DownChapter 1
I had a C-section.
My husband's female "bro" said she was bored—so he filmed my entire labor. Every humiliating, undignified moment of me giving birth, captured on camera. Then he took screenshots, turned them into animated memes, and uploaded them to their group chat for anyone to download and use.
Charity Pruitt saw them and doubled over laughing.
"Brendan, this is the best laugh I've had all year. You always know how to cheer me up."
"Though... Naomi Harding's gonna be pissed when she wakes up and sees these."
My eyelids were heavy as I lay on the hospital bed, barely conscious—but I heard Brendan Henson's dismissive reply clear as day:
"Let her be pissed. She already had the baby. What's she gonna do about it?"
"Honestly? Sometimes she really gets on my nerves. Can't even take a little joke."
A little joke?
My hand twitched beneath the blanket. My mind drifted to the files buried on my computer—years of grievances I'd never bothered to tally.
——
Shrill laughter ricocheted off the hospital room walls.
Charity scrolled through the group chat, jabbing her finger at one of the memes, shaking with glee.
"Brendan, look at her. She's hideous."
"Her whole face is so red and bloated—she looks like a sow in labor. No offense, but it's honestly kind of nauseating."
Brendan arched an eyebrow but didn't stop what he was doing. His thumbs kept moving, sending freshly made mocking stickers into the chat.
"Now you know what I sacrificed to get you a laugh."
"You and the guys only have to look through a screen. I was right there in the delivery room, front-row seat. If I weren't thinking about how funny you'd find this, I would've run out and puked."
His disgusted tone sent Charity into another fit of giggles.
I lay frozen on the bed. Ice crawled from the soles of my feet and spread through my entire body. My chest felt like it had been ripped open by invisible hands—cold air rushing in, raw and searing.
Two hours ago, my water broke. They wheeled me into the delivery room.
Brendan—who'd promised to wait outside and be the first to hold our baby—was frantic with worry. He insisted on coming in with me, no matter what anyone said.
We'd been married five years. Stable. Solid. People always say childbirth reveals whether the person beside you is human or monster.