Ethan returned from vacation with his mistress carrying a cruel “gift” for his wife—an expensive pregnant doll. It was his twisted way of mocking Emily’s infertility, a final jab in years of emotional abuse. But when he arrived home, he wasn’t met with silence—Emily stood in the doorway, calm but fierce.
“Here to say goodbye?” she asked coolly. Then she revealed a stack of photos—him and Jessica, caught red-handed. A private detective had done his job well.
Ethan froze. The doll behind his back felt absurd.
“I hope your new family enjoys plastic,” Emily said, tossing him the doll’s box. Then came the suitcase—already packed. But her final blow? A medical report. He had been the infertile one all along. He had hidden it, blaming her, shaming her.
Oh, and Jessica? Pregnant—with her ex’s child.
“This apartment? Mine. The company? Mine. You? Nothing,” she said, shutting the door.
Outside, Ethan was left with a suitcase, a report, and a cruel doll. He threw it away, realizing too late the cost of his games.
Inside, Emily breathed freely. She had suffered long enough. With sunrise ahead, she knew—her life was finally her own.
