Pregnant and Heartbroken: The Night Everything Changed
At 34 weeks pregnant, I was jolted awake by my husband’s urgent cries of “Fire!” in the middle of the night. Panic gripped me as I rushed to protect my unborn child.
But when I reached the living room, the truth hit me like a punch to the gut—it was all a prank. My husband and his friends thought it was funny to exploit my deepest fear, the trauma of a house fire that still haunted me since childhood.
I was devastated. The man I thought I could trust with my heart, my life, and the life of our baby had shown complete disregard for my feelings. His laughter and hollow apologies couldn’t undo the pain his actions caused.
That night, I packed my bags. With my father’s support, I left the home I once saw as safe. By morning, I made the hardest decision of my life: I filed for divorce.
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