The night had turned ice cold, and the tension in the air was thick enough to choke. They had just erupted in the worst fight they’d ever faced. She pressed a trembling hand to her swollen belly, her voice barely above a whisper, trying to calm the storm. But his eyes were wild with fury, his words like sharp knives.
“I don’t want this baby,” he spat, voice cracked with rage. “I never wanted one.”
She went pale, shock rooting her to the spot.
“We planned this… You told me so…” she murmured, desperation seeping through.
“No, I never said a thing. Now pack your things and leave. This is my house.” His tone was cold, merciless.
She pleaded, trying to reason, ‘We split the rent, we combined every last penny.’
But the truth, cruel and cold, was on his side—the house deed was in his name alone. Like a weapon, he wielded it.
“You’re not living here anymore.”
Before she could even say goodbye, he threw her heavy suitcases into the trunk, shoved her into the passenger seat, and drove off without a backward glance. At the nearest hotel entrance, he unceremoniously dropped her off.
Her sobs filled the night as she clutched her belly, her voice breaking, “Please… don’t do this… I’m pregnant…”
But he slammed the door with finality and sped away, smug, convinced he’d finally ended the nightmare.
What he didn’t see coming was the nightmare that awaited him back at home.
After boasting to his friends about “solving the problem,” he returned to an inferno. Flames licked the sky from every window, thick smoke curling like ghosts. Fire trucks blared, screams echoed, and chaos reigned.
Then, his phone buzzed—an ominous message from his wife: ‘Since we bought this house together, we’ll lose it together.’
Panic drained the color from his face as he raced toward the firefighters, shouting accusations of arson, branding his wife a criminal.
Police soon arrived, and a young, steely policewoman approached him with a piercing gaze.
“She set the fire,” he accused vehemently. “You must arrest her!”
The policewoman’s stare hardened.
“Sir, your wife contacted us hours ago, distraught. She told us you threw her into the street in the dead of night, pregnant and alone. We have CCTV footage, eyewitnesses, and medical reports confirming the extreme stress and danger to her pregnancy. Plus, half the house was supposed to be hers after your divorce proceedings.”
His bravado crumbled into stunned silence.
The officer continued, voice steady but cold: “She claimed you threatened to force her out of the home you were both paying for. She sought protection with us. As for the fire…” She gestured toward the smoking ruins.
“The fire was caused by a short circuit. A worn electrical wire ignited. It wasn’t arson.”
He sank to his knees, breathless, speechless.
Leaning closer, the officer delivered the final blow: “Don’t try to shift the blame onto the woman you abandoned in the cold, while she was carrying your child. You are the one who crushed your own life, not her.”
