Love Died at the Fourth Loss

Three years of marriage, three miscarriages. Every time, Wayne promised he'd be there for me next time. The fourth time I got pregnant, I quit my job and drank herbal remedies for half a year just to make it through the first three months. The day I lost the baby, he flew to the next state to spend Kayla's birthday with her. She was Wayne's ex-girlfriend, and the third person in my marriage.