
I Was Critically Ill and Begged My Husband to Come Home – He Kept Texting ‘Almost There,’ but Then His Coworker Told Me the Truth
Burning with fever, too weak to even lift my head, I clutched my phone in shaking hands and dialed my husband’s number. “Ryan,” I croaked when he finally picked up. My throat was raw, every word an effort. “Please, I need you to come home. I can’t take care of Lily like this.” I could hear voices in the background, laughter, the clinking of glasses. He was at work. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding distracted. “I’m really sick,” I whispered. “I can’t even sit up. Please come home.” He sighed.