The husband and wife had the worst fight they’d ever had. She clutched her stomach and tried to speak calmly, but he was already seething with rage.

“I don’t want this baby,” her husband shouted. “I never wanted one.”

His wife turned pale.

“We planned it… you told me…”

“I didn’t say anything. Pack your things and leave. This is my house.”

She tried to explain that they’d split the rent, that they’d put every penny together, but the deeds actually only listed her husband’s name. He decided to use that against her.

“You’re not living in my house anymore.”

He didn’t even let her say goodbye. He simply threw her suitcases in the trunk, put her in the car, drove to the nearest hotel, and dropped her off right at the entrance.

She cried, clutching her stomach, begging him not to leave her there alone. “Please… don’t do this… I’m pregnant…”

But he got into the car, slammed the door, and drove away, thinking he’d finally put an end to it. He thought he’d emerged victorious from the whole situation.

But he had no idea what horror awaited him upon returning home. 
After meeting with friends, where he bragged about “solving the problem,” he returned home—and froze. His house was on fire. Fire trucks, smoke, screams, and flames pouring out of the windows were everywhere.

There was a message from his wife on his phone:

“Since we bought this house together, we’ll lose it together.”

He turned pale and immediately rushed to the firefighters, screaming that it was arson, that his wife was a criminal. The firefighters called the police, and within minutes a young policewoman approached him.

“She set the house on fire!” ” he almost shouted. “You have to arrest her!”

The policewoman looked at him coldly.

“Sir, your wife contacted us earlier. She was in shock and told us that you threw her out into the street while she was pregnant and brought her to the hotel in the middle of the night. There’s CCTV footage. There are witnesses. There’s a complaint from doctors who documented her stress and the risk of pregnancy. Furthermore, after the divorce, half of this house was supposed to go to her.”

He fell silent. The policewoman continued:

“She said you threatened to force her out of the house you were jointly paying for. And she asked for protection. That’s why she was brought to a safe place. As for the fire…”

She looked at the charred walls and the noise of the firefighters.

“The fire started because of a short circuit. A wire in the old wiring burned through. It wasn’t arson.”

The husband fell to his knees, his voice gone.

The policewoman added, leaning a little closer:

“So don’t try to shift the blame onto the woman you abandoned on the street, pregnant. You ruined your life, not her.”