My Ex Refused to Help Our Newborn, Saying She Was ‘My Responsibility and My Problem’ – But What His Own Mother Did Next Left Everyone Stunned

the pharmacy with Chloe sleeping behind me. My incision still hurt when I twisted.

 

I stared at Eric’s number for several minutes before calling.

 

There was a pause, then a sigh so irritated I almost apologized before remembering why I had called him.

 

He answered on the fourth ring.

 

 

“What?”

 

I swallowed. “Chloe needs another breathing treatment. You took our savings. I need help.”

 

There was a pause, then a sigh so irritated I almost apologized before remembering why I had called him.

 

“She needs her father,” I said.

 

Eric laughed quietly.

 

“Ask someone who cares. Definitely not me.”

 

 

“You chose to keep her. She’s your responsibility and your problem.”

 

I gripped the steering wheel.

 

“Eric, please.”

 

He chuckled.

 

“Ask someone who cares. Definitely not me.”

 

Then he hung up.

 

I rang the bell and promised myself I would ask only once, calmly, for help.

 

I should have gone home.