The night crackled with tension, sharper than any bite of winter chill. This was the most brutal fight the couple had ever endured. She pressed a hand protectively over her swollen belly, her voice trembling but resolute. Yet, he was a storm of fury, deaf to reason.
‘I don’t want this baby,’ he spat like venom. ‘I never wanted one.’
She paled, a ghost of the woman who had dreamed of a family. ‘We planned this,’ she whispered desperately, ‘you told me it was what we wanted.’
His gaze hardened, void of affection. ‘I never said that. Now pack your things and get out. This is my house.’
She tried to remind him how they had shared every expense, every sacrifice, but the weight of the deeds mocked her words—only his name inked on the papers. He seized the moment like a weapon.
‘You’re no longer welcome here.’
There was no room for goodbyes. With a harsh shove, her suitcases tumbled into the trunk. He thrust her into the car, the silence between them thick and suffocating. Minutes later, he abandoned her at the cold, unfeeling entrance of the nearest hotel.
Her tears stung her cheeks as she clutched her belly tighter, her voice cracking with fear. ‘Please… don’t leave me here alone. I’m pregnant…’
But his door slammed shut with finality. The engine roared to life, and he sped away, convinced he had finally claimed victory over the nightmare they’d become.
What awaited him at home was a horror that no amount of rage could have predicted.
Returning from a night out with friends—where he boasted of ‘solving the problem’—he stopped dead in his tracks. Flames licked hungrily at the windows, smoke billowed in thick, choking clouds, and the air was pierced by chilling screams.
His phone vibrated relentlessly. A message appeared:
‘Since we bought this house together, we’ll lose it together.’
His face drained of color. Panic surged as he ran toward the firefighters, accusing his wife without hesitation.
‘She set the house on fire! You have to arrest her!’
A young policewoman approached, her eyes steady and unimpressed.
‘Sir, your wife called us earlier, distraught and terrified,’ she said calmly. ‘She told us you threw her out into the night while she was pregnant, abandoned at a hotel. CCTV footage, witnesses, and medical reports confirm the high risk her stress put on the pregnancy. The house, which you both shared costs for, was also supposed to be divided after your divorce proceedings.’
His fury ebbed into silence. The officer’s voice softened but remained firm.
‘She sought protection from you because she feared losing her home unjustly. As for the fire…’
Her gaze swept over the blackened ruins around them.
‘An electrician who inspected the scene confirmed it was a short circuit in the house’s aging wiring. Not arson.’
His legs buckled, voice lost in the mounting ashes of his pride.
The officer leaned in slightly, her tone a quiet warning.
‘Don’t try to blame the woman you abandoned in her most vulnerable moment. You destroyed your own life—not hers.’
