My heart nearly stopped.
Shaking uncontrollably, I dialed 911 and crawled toward the front door, praying the paramedics would arrive before I passed out.
“My husband left,” I cried into the phone. “I’m alone… I’m pregnant… please hurry.”
The ambulance arrived within minutes. After that, everything blurred into red lights, urgent voices, and terrified faces. I remembered one paramedic squeezing my hand while another shouted, “Possible placental abruption. Notify the operating room now.”
Then darkness took over.
The Secret Ryan Never Knew
What Ryan and his family never knew was that I was not simply a stay-at-home wife. I was an active-duty officer in the United States Army, and because of my classified assignment, my military service had remained private.
There was something else Ryan did not know.
My father was General Thomas Bennett, a respected four-star Army general. When I married Ryan, I begged my father not to reveal who I was. I wanted a husband who loved me for myself, not for my family name or influence.
