He Called His Pregnant Wife A Whale, So I Aborted His Baby And Ruined His Career

Three months into my pregnancy, I caught my husband, Liam, snapping his coworker Sabrina daily, sharing every petty detail of his life with her. Their latest exchange had happened just minutes ago. I had sent Liam a mirror selfie, complaining: [I feel like my body is totally falling apart since getting pregnant. Babe, have I gained a ton of weight?] Without hesitation, he had screenshotted my photo and sent it straight to Sabrina: [Look at this bloated whale. Barely pregnant and already built like a pig. Honestly, she makes me lose my appetite.] Sabrina replied within seconds: [Is she even a woman at this point? If I ever let myself get that fat, I'd rather just die.] I couldn't take it anymore. Clutching my phone, I shoved it in Liam's face: "Do you have an ounce of respect for me? I sent you that photo because you're my husband, not so you could pass it to another woman to tear me apart!" Liam snatched the phone away, completely unapologetic: "Are you insane?! I handed you my phone so you could order DoorDash, not snoop through my private messages!" "We're just chatting casually. Don't you shoot the breeze with your coworkers at work?" Right in the middle of our fight, another notification popped up from Sabrina. [Did the whale finish ordering food yet?] [Send me a screenshot! I need to see what she's shoveling down her throat to look like that!] Liam glanced at the screen and immediately moved his thumb to forward my DoorDash order to Sabrina. I grabbed his arm to stop him. "She just insulted me like that, and you're still sending her what I ordered?" Liam rolled his eyes, groaning in annoyance: "Sabrina probably just wants dinner inspo, alright? She's just copying your order." "Can you stop being so damn insecure and sensitive all the time?" With that, Liam sent the screenshot of my order right to Sabrina anyway. Her reply came almost instantly. [Hahaha, no wonder you call her a whale. Look at all that food.] [And ordering those overpriced organic fruits? Apples and pears do the exact same thing! Chloe is so financially reckless. She has zero clue how to save money for you.] Blood rushed straight to my head, and my vision blurred with pure rage. I grabbed my purse and headed straight for the front door. "Since the two of you love chatting so much, why don't you two move in together?" "I'm going to my parents'." Liam caught my arm, his tone laced with exasperation: "Babe, come on. We're literally just keeping a Snap streak alive. She's the one who reaches out, and I only reply to be polite. Besides, Sabrina's just looking out for us. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill." I let out a bitter, furious laugh. "Looking out for us? Calling me a whale is her way of caring?" "Do you seriously have no clue why I'm gaining weight? If my body disgusts you that much, I can head to the clinic tomorrow, get an abortion, and snap back into shape right away!" The second the word "abortion" left my mouth, Liam's tone completely deflated. All his arrogance vanished, and he scrambled to backpedal: "No, babe, I was talking out of my ass! Why would you say something so extreme out of nowhere?" "I was wrong, okay? I'm apologizing. Can't you just let it go?" I stayed silent. I turned my face away, completely sick of looking at him. Seeing how cold I was, Liam panicked. He dropped to his knees, begging: "Babe, I swear I know I screwed up. I promise I'll never message Sabrina again. Whatever you send me stays between us. Please, just forgive me this once." I didn't want to waste another breath on him, but looking down at the faint bump on my stomach, I swallowed back the blazing fury. "Fine. Block and delete Sabrina right in front of me." "No casual chats, no Snap streaks, nothing. If it's about work, take it to the company WhatsApp." Liam hesitated, his expression turning sour. He held his phone tightly, refusing to move his thumb. I sneered, reading his hesitation loud and clear. Without another word, I yanked my arm away and reached for the front door handle. Panic flashed across his face, and he threw his body against the door, blocking my exit: "I'll delete her! I'm deleting her right now, okay?!" Frantically, he tapped on his screen—first Snapchat, then TikTok. Once he wiped her from everything, he turned his screen toward me like a puppy begging for approval. My breathing slowed a little. I glared at him, supported my aching lower back, and walked back to the couch. I honestly thought that was the end of it. Little did I know. That very night, a friend request popped up on my phone. The message attached read: [Hey Chloe, it's Sabrina.]The second I accepted, Sabrina wasted no time flooding my DMs. [Chloe, what's your problem? Liam and I were just having normal conversations. Why did you force him to block me?] [Don't get the wrong idea. We just had a Snap streak going. It was over three hundred days! You have to snap every day to keep it. You ruined it, which is honestly super petty.] [Though I get it. Liam always tells me how crazy and hormonal you've gotten since getting pregnant. Your temper is out of control.] Staring at the screen, I laughed from sheer disbelief. My reply was blunt and razor-sharp: [Are you so desperate and unwanted that you have to thirst after a married man?] Sabrina went dead silent. I turned around, intending to shove my phone in Liam's face so he could see what his "innocent coworker" was really like. Instead, Liam was already dead to the world, snoring loudly. I shook his shoulder, just wanting him to get up and bring me a glass of water. Liam merely groaned, pulled the blanket tighter around himself, and rolled over with his back to me. "Can't you get it yourself?" he mumbled, his voice dripping with annoyance. "I have work tomorrow. Stop bothering me." I didn't shake him again, but my chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. Holding my lower back, I climbed out of bed alone, walked out to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of warm water. When I walked back into the bedroom, Sabrina's messages buzzed again. [Chloe, we just shared a streak. Don't overthink it.] [Only insecure women who can't keep their husbands satisfied obsess over deleting other people's contacts.] I didn't bother replying. People like Sabrina thrive on attention. The more you feed them, the bolder they get. But that night, listening to Liam's deafening snores beside me, my mind raced in chaotic loops. I tossed and turned, unable to get a single wink of sleep. The next morning, I got up early and made breakfast, hoping to sit down with Liam and address the Sabrina issue head-on. Liam didn't even spare a glance at my pale, exhausted face. He grabbed his car keys and headed straight for the door. "Not eating." "Got something to take care of, gotta leave early." All the words caught in my throat had nowhere to go. I sat at the table alone, silently eating my breakfast. Just as I stood up to clear the dishes, my phone vibrated. It was Sabrina. [So sorry, Chloe! Liam skipped your homemade breakfast just to pick me up for work this morning.] [Don't worry though, I treated him to coffee and breakfast. I'll make sure Liam is well taken care of.] Attached was a photo. Liam's side profile, head down, sipping a hot latte. Enraged, I called Liam immediately. "What are you doing?" "Driving to work. What else would I be doing?" I scoffed. "No time to eat breakfast at home, but plenty of time to sit down for breakfast with Sabrina, huh?" Silence stretched on the other end of the line. Then came Liam's tired, exasperated sigh: "Look... I was actually going to bring that up. Sabrina kindly reached out to clear the air last night, and you chewed her out! I felt so guilty about it that I offered to drive her to work and grab her breakfast as an apology on your behalf." I didn't buy a single word of his pathetic excuse. Then, a second later, the real discrepancy hit me. "Wait. You blocked her yesterday in front of me." "How did you know Sabrina messaged me last night?" Liam froze instantly. He stammered for several seconds, completely unable to string a coherent sentence together. Right then, Sabrina's sweet, mocking voice floated through the speaker, so close to the mic she was practically leaning into his ear: "Liam, does your wife not know you have a second account?"BOOM. Something exploded inside my brain. I opened my mouth to confront him, but Liam hung up. I sat frozen in my chair, leaving the dishes untouched. Moments later, Sabrina forwarded me an entire dump of chat logs. Right after Liam had dropped to his knees begging for my forgiveness and deleted her in front of my face, he had logged onto his burner account to continue trashing me with her. He had offered to do the dishes that evening, pretending to be a doting husband, telling me not to overwork myself while pregnant. The minute my back was turned, he had snapped a photo of the kitchen sink to Sabrina: [She's so damn lazy. Whines about back pain every day just to get out of doing dishes and push them onto me.] Sabrina had replied: [Poor Liam. You work all day and come home to chores? She's treating you like a slave.] Another time, while I was sitting at my vanity doing my skincare routine, Liam had secretly snapped a photo of me slumping, completely unposed, sending it to Sabrina to mock me: [Look at her bare face. Fugly as hell. I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I married her.] Sabrina had asked: [Guess love made you blind. Liam, do you want to divorce her?] Liam had replied: [Ugh, I've wanted out for a long time.] Reading that line felt like swallowing glass. Tears spilled down my cheeks uncontrollably. I kept scrolling down the timeline. Even five minutes before I had asked him to get me water last night, he was actively texting Sabrina on his burner: [I'm actually wide awake. Just can't be bothered to deal with her, so I'm playing asleep.] Looking at those words, my anger unexpectedly drained away. All that was left was bone-chilling, absolute disappointment. That evening, Liam came home shockingly early. Instead of stalling in his car down in the garage like he usually did, he walked straight through the door holding a shopping bag. He set the paper bag on the coffee table in front of me, flashing a sheepish grin. "Look, I bought you something nice." I didn't speak. I didn't move. Liam pulled out a skincare set on his own and shoved it into my hands. "I noticed you were running low last night, so I took a detour to the mall. This brand is super trendy right now." "Go ahead, try it on!" I looked down at the bottles in my hands. Cheap, flimsy plastic. Sloppily printed labels. CLATTER. I tossed it right back into the bag. "This is cheap drugstore garbage that I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. It's on clearance for twelve bucks a set." "Buying this trash to appease me? Liam, you really are a master of deceit." Liam clearly didn't expect me to recognize it. He fumbled for an excuse: "Come on, skincare is skincare! You're stuck at home pregnant anyway, why do you need luxury brands..." Seeing my unwavering, icy glare, Liam's face flushed red with humiliation, which quickly turned to defensive rage: "Chloe, I went out of my way to buy you a gift! Do you have to look down your nose and act so high and mighty?!" "I'm a guy! How am I supposed to know what skincare is good? It's the thought that counts!" I laughed. I genuinely found him pathetic. The thought? What thought? "Sabrina told you to buy this, didn't she?" "You bought her a four-hundred-dollar designer skincare set, and when it came to your pregnant wife, you grabbed a twelve-dollar knock-off." Liam choked, completely caught off guard. He scrambled to lie: "What are you talking about? You're crazy—" I raised my phone, turning the screen toward him. Hours before Liam came home, Sabrina had already sent me screenshots, bragging about how she accompanied Liam to pick out cheap junk for his "nagging, washed-up wife." Right after, Liam had happily bought her a high-end designer set as a "thank you" for her company. Liam had nothing left to say. To cover his guilt, his voice escalated into a roar: "So what if I bought it for her?! It was a friendly gesture between coworkers!" "You sit on your ass at home living in comfort all day—what do you know about workplace dynamics?!" I didn't say a word. I just watched him silently. I was done screaming. I was just exhausted. Deep in my bones, utterly drained. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out two copies of a divorce petition and slid them across the table: "Liam, let's get a divorce."Liam didn't pick up the papers. He stared at me in disbelief. "Chloe, did pregnancy rot your brain?" "I came home with a gift, and you're throwing a tantrum over a divorce?!" Looking at him, I didn't bother holding back anymore. "Do you honestly think this is just about a twelve-dollar cream?" "It's about you flirting with Sabrina every single day! It's about you taking pictures of me without my consent to mock me with her! It's about you spending hundreds on her while giving me literal garbage! You got on your knees, fake-apologized, blocked her, and then immediately went behind my back on a burner account!" Liam scowled, yelling back in frustration: "You're totally psychotic! What flirting?! Stop making it sound so disgusting!" "Look at yourself since you got pregnant! You wear the same crusty sweatpants every day, your hair is greasy, you look like a mess! Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to look at you all day? And you keep spamming me with texts!" He took an aggressive step toward me: "What's wrong with maintaining a streak with a female coworker to blow off some steam? Can't I have a distraction?!" Supporting my back, I stood up and glared right back into his eyes without flinching. "Blow off steam? You mean look for a replacement wife!" "If you just wanted to blow off steam, why didn't you send her photos of yourself drooling in your sleep or picking your feet on the couch? Why didn't you buy her twelve-dollar clearance cream?" Liam froze. Rendered completely speechless, his face flushed red and white. Cornered, he pointed defensively at the paper bag on the table, trying to flip the script: "Chloe, can't you just appreciate anything?!" "Look how much I put up with you! I admitted my mistake, I apologized, I tried to make it up to you! Even if I flirted a little, even if I said some out-of-line things, so what?! Did you never zone out in school?!" "I never actually slept with Sabrina! Can't you just turn a blind eye?! Why do you have to be so damn difficult?!" I almost laughed out loud. When a conversation reaches this point, there is nothing left to debate. I handed him a pen. "Yes, I'm difficult." "So sign it." Liam didn't bother soothing me anymore. Fuming, he snatched the pen, scribbled his signature across the divorce papers, and threw them right back at my chest. Holding the signed documents, I walked into the bedroom and grabbed the packed suitcase waiting by the wardrobe. Rolling the suitcase through the living room, I said flatly: "I'll come back for the rest of my things later." Liam didn't look at me. His fingers flew across his phone screen. Probably running to Sabrina to whine about me again. I didn't care anymore. I walked out the door. My dad's car was waiting curbside. The moment I shut the car door, my phone buzzed. [You're carrying my baby. Who else is ever going to want you?] [If you can deal with it, stay. If you can't, good riddance. Don't you dare think I'm ever going to beg you to come back!] I looked at the screen and blocked Liam immediately. Your baby? I'll just get rid of it. With a father like you, what kind of life would this child even have? "Dad, let's go," I said softly. "I already booked the appointment at the clinic. Tomorrow morning at nine." Liam thought he had all the leverage. After all, signing papers is just the first step—there's the mandatory waiting period before the court finalizes it. For the past couple of days, I hadn't yelled, cried, or called him. I hadn't even hurried to move the rest of my stuff. So Liam naturally assumed I regretted it. He thought I was too scared to actually walk away. Even Sabrina had the nerve to text me on Snapchat: [Hey Chloe... wait, I should say ex-Chloe.] [A catch like Liam, and you threw him away just like that? Once you realize your mistake, you won't be able to crawl back.] Attached were more screenshots of Liam trashing me to her, calling me childish, dramatic, and unbearable. I didn't even bother reading them. I blocked Sabrina on the spot. The only reason I had stayed quiet was because I was preparing my body for the procedure. When someone is truly done, they don't waste breath arguing. On the morning of my appointment, Liam's mother called. "Chloe, dear, Liam told me you two had a little argument?" "You're going to be a mother now. You need to be more understanding. Men will be men—show me one who doesn't stray a little from time to time." Lying in the hospital bed, I found the entire family utterly delusional. "Don't worry about it. I'm not having this baby." "Once the pregnancy is terminated, I'm finalizing the divorce. He can fool around with whoever he wants after that. You don't need to lecture me." With that, I hung up. Within five minutes, Liam's call blew up my phone. The second I answered, he started screaming: "Chloe, are you out of your mind?!" "What crazy bullshit did you tell my mom?! You've stayed quiet this whole week because you regretted walking out and couldn't live without me! If you don't want to divorce, just crawl back and say so! For the baby's sake, I might have forgiven you!" "You don't need to threaten an abortion just to get my mom to play mediator!" I shook my head, genuinely baffled by his absurd ego. "Liam, you're mistaken. I really am divorcing you." Before Liam could scream another word, the nurse opened the door: "Chloe Miller? Please get ready." "We're taking you into the procedure room now." "Coming," I replied. Over the phone, Liam lost his mind. "What procedure room?! Chloe, are you actually having an abortion?!" "I didn't give you permission! How dare you! What hospital are you at?! I'm coming right now!"