Someone Wrote ‘Hope She Was Worth It’ on My Car…

When Henry and Emily walked out of the doctor’s office, still glowing from hearing their baby’s heartbeat for the first time, they never expected their joy to be shattered just moments later. But there it was—four chilling words spray-painted across his car: Hope She Was Worth It. The accusation hit like a bullet. Emily’s grip on his hand loosened, her trust shaken by the silent scream of betrayal etched in black,

Henry stood frozen, trying to make sense of it while his pregnant wife stared at him with growing uncertainty. He hadn’t cheated. He knew that. But someone wanted Emily to believe otherwise—and whoever it was, they knew exactly how to strike where it would hurt most. The truth, however, was far darker than infidelity… and closer than either of them could’ve imagined,

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