After I Refused to Pay My Wife's Delivery Fee, She Left Me

The day my wife went into labor, I was out at a massage parlor with a friend. It was a neighbor who heard the commotion and called the ambulance. The baby was born, and she barely made it out alive. By the time I got to the hospital, the woman in the next bed was glaring daggers at me, and the nurses in the hallway were whispering, keeping their voices low. Still, the words "not much of a man" drifted over clear as day.