I Begged My Husband Not to Leave as Labor Began, But They Locked the Door and Went to Dinner Instead

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“Lock it.”

Marcos hesitated.

Pilar glared at him.

“I said lock it.”

The door slammed shut.

A second later—

Click.

The deadbolt.

Then another.

Click.

The security lock.

I stared at the front door.

They had locked me inside.

Inside my own home.

While I was in labor.

For several seconds, my brain refused to process what had happened.

Then I heard laughter outside.

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