The argument between them had spiraled out of control, the worst clash they’d ever endured. She clung to her swollen belly, voice trembling but steady, trying to reach the man she once loved—but his eyes blazed with fury.
‘I don’t want this baby,’ he roared, the words cutting like knives. ‘I never wanted one.’
Her face drained of color. ‘We planned this… you told me it was what we wanted…’
‘I never said that,’ he snapped, voice cold and final. ‘Pack your bags and leave. This is my house now.’
She pleaded softly, reminding him they split the rent evenly, that every coin came from their shared efforts. But the deed held only his name, and he wielded it like a weapon.
‘You’re not staying here another night,’ he said, ruthless and unyielding.
Before she could say goodbye, he thrust her suitcases into the trunk, hustled her into the car, and without a backward glance, drove to the nearest hotel. The cold neon lights cast eerie shadows as he dropped her off at the entrance, alone and vulnerable.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed her hands over her belly, her voice breaking. ‘Please… don’t leave me out here. I’m pregnant…’
But the car door slammed shut, and the engine roared to life. He sped away, convinced he had won—believing the nightmare was finally over.
Yet, he had no inkling of the terror that awaited him when he returned home.
After boasting to his friends about how he’d ‘solved the problem,’ he pulled up to his house—and froze. Flames licked the windows with ravenous hunger, thick smoke billowed into the night, and frantic screams mingled with the wail of sirens.
His phone vibrated sharply. A message glared from the screen: ‘Since we bought this house together, we’ll lose it together.’
Panic surged through him as he rushed toward the firefighters, desperation twisting his voice. ‘It’s arson—she set the house on fire! Arrest her!’
Minutes later, a young policewoman approached, her gaze steely and beneath it, a hint of disappointment.
‘Sir,’ she said firmly, ‘your wife reached out to us earlier. She was overwhelmed and terrified. She told us you threw her out in the middle of the night, pregnant and alone. We have CCTV footage, witness statements, and medical reports confirming her stress and the danger to her pregnancy.’
He faltered, silence swallowing his protests.
‘And,’ she continued, ‘after the divorce proceedings, half of this house was meant to be hers.’
His knees almost buckled.
‘She told us you threatened to forcibly evict her from the home you both financed. She requested protection—and that’s why we placed her in a safe location. As for the fire…’
Her eyes drifted to the smoking ruins around them.
‘The investigation shows the fire started due to a short circuit in the old wiring. There was no arson.’
All color drained from his face. He collapsed to his knees, speechless.
Leaning slightly closer, the officer’s voice was gentle but unwavering. ‘Don’t try to blame the woman you abandoned on the street, pregnant and frightened. The destruction you see here is only a mirror of the damage you’ve caused—to yourself.’