I was seven months pregnant when my world shattered. My husband’s affair, his bags packed, his love gone. I ended up in a hospital bed, hooked to IVs, drowning in tears and betrayal. Then the door opened, and in walked the one woman I thought would finish me off, not save me. She sat down, looked at me, and said words that changed everything. Not about him. About me. About her. About what we had both been so terribly wrong abou… …