Their stormiest fight yet shattered the fragile calm that had lingered between them. She pressed a trembling hand over her swollen belly, trying to keep her voice steady. But his anger was a raging tempest, unstoppable.
“I don’t want this baby,” he spat venomously. “I never wanted one.”
Her face drained of color, each word piercing deeper than the last.
“We planned this,” she whispered, disbelief catching in her throat. “You told me it was okay…”
“No, I said nothing. Pack up your things—get out. This is my home now.”
She pleaded, voice barely audible. They had split the rent down the middle, painstakingly shared every expense, every cent saved for this very place. Yet the deed bore only his name—a weapon he wielded mercilessly.
“You’re not living here anymore,” he barked, willful and cold.
Before she could say goodbye, he ruthlessly shoved her suitcases into the trunk, forced her inside his car, and sped to the nearest hotel. At the grand entrance, he abandoned her—all alone, in the dead of night.
Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her belly, desperate. “Please… don’t leave me here… I’m carrying our child…”
He slammed the door shut, his mind convinced he had won this brutal battle, leaving only echoes of her sobs behind.
But victory was cruelly short-lived.
Later, boasting loudly to friends about how he „solved the problem,“ he returned home—but nothing could prepare him for the nightmare leaping from the shadows.
His house was engulfed in roaring flames, thick smoke billowing into the night sky. Firefighters swarmed around, wailing sirens and screams cutting through the chaos. Cinders danced on the wind like vengeful spirits.
Then, a message pinged on his phone:
‘Since we bought this house together, we’ll lose it together.’
A chill froze his blood. Panic surged. He frantically yelled to the firefighters, accusing his wife of arson. The police arrived swiftly, and a young, composed female officer approached.
“She set your house on fire?” he hissed, voice trembling with rage.
She looked at him with icy calm.
“Sir, your wife called us earlier—shaken and scared. She told us exactly how you threw her out while pregnant, left her alone at a hotel in the dead of night. We have CCTV footage and witness statements confirming everything. Medical professionals documented her stress and the risks to her pregnancy. And legally, half this house belongs to her after the divorce proceedings began.”
Speechless, he could only listen.
The officer continued, her gaze unwavering:
“She reached out for protection because you threatened to evict her from a home you both paid for. As for the fire—’
She gestured toward the smoldering remains.
“It was caused by a short circuit in old wiring. Not arson.”
His knees buckled, voice lost to shame and shock.
Leaning in, she delivered the final blow:
“Don’t waste your breath blaming the woman you abandoned on the street, carrying your child. You destroyed your own life, not hers.”