He didn’t love her. Never did. He married her only because his parents told him to. His father was rich and influential, and according to the will, the son could inherit everything only if he married a “respectable girl.” So he obeyed. For money. For power.
But there wasn’t a drop of warmth in his heart. Only anger, irritation, and contempt. And he decided: if he had to marry, he would make sure she was the first to run away. He would make her life unbearable.
He cheated openly, without hiding it. Disappeared for nights. He didn’t support her financially — on the contrary, he forced her to work herself to exhaustion: in the office during the day, at a second job in the evening.
He humiliated her with words, called her names, broke her spirit. The woman gradually faded. Constant stress and fatigue ruined her health, and her dream of having a child slowly disappeared — she couldn’t get pregnant.
And then came a new kind of cruelty. He blamed her for the infertility, laughed in her face: “You can’t even have a child — what kind of wife are you?”
He walked into the toy store and browsed for a long time. His eyes landed on a stylish pregnant doll. Perfect. With a neat face, expressive eyes, and a round belly.
He drove home, pleased with himself. Sarcastic phrases already echoed in his head: “Even a doll can get pregnant, but you can’t.” He savored every moment of his cruelty. He wanted to hurt the woman who had been willing to do anything for the man she loved. He was certain that after such a gift, she would finally leave him.
But when he opened the apartment door, he froze. His wife was standing right at the entrance. A mocking smile played on her lips, and her eyes were cold and full of contempt.
— Hello, darling. What are you doing here? — her voice was calm but cutting.
— I came to see my beloved wife. Were you waiting for me?
— Oh, I certainly was. I have a GIFT for you.
She handed him some papers. He took them. At first, he didn’t understand what they were. Then he turned pale.
In his hands were divorce papers. And a copy of the will. His father had disinherited him: the companies, the house, the bank accounts — everything now belonged… to her.
His father had learned the truth. Someone had told him what his son had done to his wife. The old man couldn’t stand it. And he made a choice — not in favor of his own son, but of the woman his son had tried to destroy, but failed to break.
The man stood there with the doll in his hand. The scene he had designed to humiliate her turned into his own humiliation.
She looked at him calmly and firmly added:
— I will become a mother. But my child will have a real father.
And without looking back, she walked away.
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