He threw her out… not knowing he would lose everything.
It was night. Rain was hitting the windows heavily.
The house was filled with tense silence.
Anna stood near the door, her hands trembling. Her eyes were red from crying.
She was pregnant.
And she had just found out the truth.
“You’re seeing someone else…” her voice broke.
Arman turned around, irritated.
“Stop making drama,” he replied coldly.
“I know everything…” Anna said, placing her hand on her belly.
“I’m carrying your child…”
For a moment, there was silence.
But it didn’t last long.
Arman’s face hardened.
“You’re ruining my life,” he said sharply.
“I want a different life.”
Anna looked at him, unable to believe what she was hearing.
“So… us? Our child…?”
“I don’t want anything,” he cut her off.
“Not you. Not that child.”
Those words hung in the air.
Heavy. Cold. Merciless.
Tears started streaming down Anna’s face.
“Arman… I have nowhere to go…”
But he had already picked up her bag.
He opened the door.
“Get out.”
Anna stood still.
She was waiting for him to say it was a joke.
That he would change his mind.
But nothing changed.
“I said get out,” he repeated, louder.
Anna slowly walked toward the door.
The rain poured inside.
She paused at the threshold.
Looked back.
Maybe for the last time.
But he wasn’t even looking at her.
The door slammed shut.
Hard. Final.
Anna was left outside.
Alone. Pregnant. In the rain.
…
Months passed.
Arman was already living his “new life.”
Expensive cars, parties, a new woman.
But something inside him wouldn’t let him rest.
One day, by chance, he passed by a hospital.
There was a crowd.
His взгляд stopped on a woman…
He froze.
It was Anna.
She looked weaker, pale… but she was holding a small baby.
Their baby.
Arman’s heart started pounding.
He stepped closer.
“Anna…”
She looked up.
She was no longer the same.
There was no pain in her eyes.
No ожидание.
Only… coldness.
“This is… my son,” Arman whispered.
Anna looked at him.
Long. Deep.
“No,” she said calmly.
“This is my son.”
Those words hit harder than any slap.
Arman stood silent.
For the first time, he understood…
He hadn’t just lost his wife.
He had lost his child.
And the chance to ever be a father.