husband

You truly believed you loved him. You thought you had a whole life ahead of you—with children's laughter and quiet evenings. But that evening, you realized: the man you loved never existed.

It all started in ninth grade. You were the perfect couple. At nineteen, Dominic proposed to you on the sunny Italian coast, and you said yes without hesitation.

Four years of marriage seemed flawless. He was attentive and caring. When you saw the two stripes, your happiness knew no bounds. You prepared a romantic dinner and whispered with trepidation:

— I'm pregnant. We're having a baby.

But the world didn't freeze in joy. His hands grew cold, his smile vanished.

"What child?" he snapped. "I don't need any problems."

“This is our baby…” you whispered.

He grabbed your wrist roughly, and there was no warmth left in his eyes.

"Tomorrow you get rid of this," he said coldly. "Otherwise I'm filing for divorce. Choose: me or this mistake."