Eight-month pregnant wife caught her husband bringing his secretary home for fun. The husband did not repent but kicked his wife out of the house in front of his young lover. to welcome her to live together. and three months later…
Ananya Sharma, eight months pregnant, her belly was heavy, her legs were so swollen that she had difficulty walking. That day, she returned home earlier than usual in Pune, holding a bag of fruit in her hand, intending to make a smoothie for her husband. But when she opened the bedroom door, the scene before her eyes left her speechless.

On the bed that used to be their home, her husband – Rohan – was hugging his young secretary, Isha. The giggles and the strong smell of perfume mixed in the air made Ananya’s heart suffocate.

– “Rohan… what are you doing?” – her voice trembled.

Rohan was startled, but instead of apologizing, he stood up, adjusted his collar, and said coldly:

– “You see. I’m tired of living with a woman who is always pregnant and sloppy. I need someone who can share and understand me.”

Ananya held her stomach, her eyes blurred with tears:

– “I’m carrying your child… Don’t you feel sorry for the child?”

But Rohan just smiled faintly:

– “If you still have self-respect, then move out of the house. I’ll leave you some money to have a baby. This house, from now on, belongs to me and Isha.”

Isha ​​– the young secretary standing behind – smiled triumphantly. Ananya trembled, picked up a few sets of clothes, and walked out of the house she had been attached to for 5 years of marriage. That scene made her so painful, she lost all faith in the man she loved the most in the world.

That night, she walked in the pouring rain, her belly heavy, her eyes swollen, her heart broken. Only when a colleague called did Ananya wake up.

Three months later

Rohan and Isha lived in a luxurious villa in Bandra, Mumbai. He was proud of having a beautiful young lover, forgetting that his wife was giving birth alone in an old rented room on the outskirts of Pune.

But life was not like a dream. One morning, Rohan woke up and Isha was nowhere to be found. The safe was wide open, the 5 crore rupees inside had completely disappeared. When he called, the number was locked, at the same time he received news that a big partner had withdrawn capital, the contract collapsed.

Within a week, the company went bankrupt, debts piled up, Rohan lost everything – money, reputation, friends turned their backs.

In the midst of despair, Rohan remembered Ananya. Through a few old friends of his wife, he groped his way to the rented house on the outskirts of Pune. The small room was damp, but inside, the faint sound of a baby crying could be heard. Ananya was holding the baby, her face haggard but her eyes peaceful.

Seeing Rohan, she stood up, her voice unusually calm:

– “What are you doing here?”

– “I… I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I’ve lost everything, Ananya. Give me a chance, I’ll do it again, I’ll take care of you and the baby.”

Ananya looked at him for a long time, her lips trembling slightly, but her voice was resolute:

– “Who are you worried about? Do you remember when I was in pain, eight months pregnant and kicked out of the house, who took care of me?
You used to say I was sloppy, rustic, not as fragrant and beautiful as her. But it was thanks to those insults that I now know how to stand up and live.”

Ananya carried the baby back inside, leaving Rohan standing on the porch, his eyes empty. Rohan sat down, his tears mixing with the first rain of the season.

In the room, Ananya looked at her son and smiled slightly:

– “My son, from now on we just need to live a good life, we don’t need anyone’s pity.”