The tension between them had escalated into a storm—angrier and more painful than anything they had ever faced before. She pressed a trembling hand against her round belly, trying to steady her voice, but his fury blazed uncontrollably.
‘I don’t want this baby,’ he thundered, his voice sharp and unforgiving. ‘I never wanted one.’
Her face drained of color, the words cutting deeper than she could bear. ‘We planned this… You told me it was what we wanted…’
He sneered, refusing to acknowledge her. ‘I never said that. Now pack your things and leave. This is my house.’
Desperation flickered in her eyes as she tried to reason with him. ‘We split the rent… every cent was ours together…’
But the truth was on his side—a cruel truth hidden in the fine print. The deed to the house was in his name alone. Seizing the moment, he delivered his final blow.
‘You’re not living here anymore.’
He wouldn’t even let her say goodbye. Without a second glance, he threw her suitcases into the trunk, shoved her into the car, and drove off silently, depositing her outside the grand entrance of Casa Lumbre.
Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her stomach. ‘Please… don’t leave me here alone. I’m pregnant…’
But he shut the door with a resounding slam, the engine roaring to life as he sped away, convinced he had finally ended the nightmare.
Later that night, after boasting to his friends about having ‘solved the problem,’ he returned home—and his blood ran cold.
Flames engulfed the house he thought was his sanctuary. Fire trucks screamed down the street; smoke billowed thick and black against the night sky. Inside every window, a fiery inferno danced with destruction, accompanied by distant screams and the relentless crackling of burning wood.
His phone buzzed insistently, a message from his wife flashing on the screen:
‘Since we bought this house together, we’ll lose it together.’
Panic surged through him as he lunged toward the firefighters. ‘This was arson! She set my house on fire—she’s a criminal!’
Almost on cue, a young policewoman approached, her demeanor calm but icy.
‘Sir, your wife called us earlier,’ she said firmly. ‘She was terrified and shocked, told us you threw her out in the middle of the night, pregnant and alone, then dropped her at Casa Lumbre. We have CCTV footage and witnesses confirming it. Doctors have documented the extreme stress and risk to her pregnancy. And legally, half of this house belongs to her after the divorce proceedings.’
Struck silent, he struggled to find words. The officer continued without pause:
‘She said you threatened to force her out of the home you two were paying for together and asked for protection. That’s why she was moved to a safe location. As for the fire…’
She gestured toward the glowing, collapsing walls as firefighters fought the blaze.
‘It was an electrical short circuit—an old wire that finally gave way. This was not arson.’
On his knees, swallowed by sudden despair, his voice vanished completely.
Leaning in slightly, the policewoman’s voice was low but resolute:
‘Don’t try to shift the blame onto the woman you abandoned on the street when she was most vulnerable. This wreckage isn’t her doing—you’re the one who destroyed everything, including your own future.’
