My Husband Left Me While I Was Pregnant With Twins, So I Didn’t Wait for Karma and Took Revenge Myself — Story of the Day

I opened my messages. The last one from me, sent last night:

“I’m so happy! I can’t wait until we feel their first kicks together! ❤️”

He hadn’t even read it.

The last one from him? Before dinner:

“Running late. Don’t wait up.”

I’d thought nothing of it at the time. Work, business, the usual last-minute meetings.

But after he’d gone… I was seeing the pattern. The late nights, the unexplained absences, the phone switched off at night. I bit my lip.

Is he really just scared of being a father? Or is there… something else?

I wiped the tears from my face. He was terribly mistaken if he thought he could just vanish without a word.

***

At first, I thought Max was just panicking and that his fear needed time to process. But days passed, and he didn’t come back.

By the fourth day, my patience had worn thin. If Max wasn’t coming back, I needed to know why.

I started cleaning. Partly because the apartment felt suffocating and partly because I was determined to find something.

I opened the closet and began sorting through what little he had left behind. I folded, sorted, and packed, but every action was fueled by a single goal: finding answers.

When I reached the laundry basket, I pulled out a pile of clothes that had been sitting there since I told him I was pregnant: his shirt, trousers… and jacket, which was at the bottom of the pile.

The same jacket he wore that evening.

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