Ethan walked down the hallway, unaware of what he was about to see. The noise faded behind him. The house grew strangely quiet. A tight pressure built in his chest.
Then he reached the kitchen—and froze.
Emily stood there, eight months pregnant, completely alone.
In front of her was a mountain of dirty dishes, greasy pans, and leftover food. Her hands, red and shaking, were submerged in cloudy water. Her body sagged with exhaustion, her ankles swollen.
And she was crying silently.
Ethan stepped forward, but before he could speak, Madison’s voice rang out from the living room: “Emily! Hurry up and finish, and bring us more ice—we’re thirsty!”
Ethan felt something snap inside him.
Emily quickly wiped her tears and forced a weak smile. “You’re home… just a few minutes, I’ll finish and heat your dinner…”
He didn’t answer. He walked over, took the sponge from her hands, and turned off the water. Her hands were rough, damaged.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked quietly. “It’s late. You’re eight months pregnant. The doctor said you needed rest. Where’s the housekeeper? I give my mom money for that.”
Emily looked down, crying again. “She doesn’t work here anymore… your mom let her go two months ago.”
Ethan’s mind reeled. “And the money?”
Emily covered her face. “They used it… trips, clothes… They told me it was my duty to clean since I don’t work outside… They said if I told you, they’d turn you against me…”
Silence filled the room, heavy with anger.
Ethan gently held her. “Go upstairs. Rest. You’re not doing anything else tonight.”
After making sure she was safe, he walked back to the living room.
The laughter continued.
Without a word, he walked to the TV and yanked the cord out. The screen went black.
“Hey! What’s wrong with you?” Olivia snapped.
Ethan faced them, eyes burning. “Explain why my pregnant wife is cleaning your mess while I find out you fired the housekeeper.”
The room went still.
Mrs. Linda stood, trying to assert control. “Watch your tone. Yes, I let her go. Your wife needs to learn how to manage a home. In my day, pregnant women worked. And the girls needed that money.”
“Needed?” Ethan repeated, opening his banking app. “I pay for everything. And you treat her like this?”
With a few taps, he canceled all their cards.
Panic spread instantly.
“What are you doing?” Madison cried.
“Fixing my mistake,” he said coldly. “No more money. No more support.”