The Commander's Betrayal

My husband is a Commander and a total military fanatic. I was having a difficult labor and begged him to sign for a C-section, but he asked me with a cold face, 'What is the top speed of a Boeing 747? If you answer correctly, I'll sign.' Later, I suffered a severe tear, and my son died of asphyxiation. He just said faintly, '1120 kilometers per hour, did you remember that?' At that moment, looking at his indifferent face, I suddenly fell out of love.