My Husband Woke Me in the Middle of the Night During My Pregnancy, His Reason Made Me File for Divorce the Next Morning

Tired and annoyed, I grabbed my pregnancy pillow and retreated upstairs. Eventually, I fell asleep, only to be jolted awake by Daniel’s frantic voice: “Mary, get up! Fire, fire, fire!”

Panic shot through me. My heart raced as I leaped out of bed, clutching my belly in a protective instinct. I rushed downstairs, yelling for Daniel to open the door and call the fire department. But as I reached the living room, what I found stopped me in my tracks—Daniel and his friends, laughing hysterically.

It wasn’t real. There was no fire. Daniel had staged the whole thing as a prank.

My confusion turned to rage. “How could you do this?” I yelled through tears. “You know what I’ve been through! You know how much I fear fire. How could you think this was funny?”

Daniel’s laughter faded. He stumbled over apologies, but it was too late. The damage was done. I stormed upstairs, slamming the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm my pounding heart, but the pain and betrayal were overwhelming.

This wasn’t just a prank; it was a cruel mockery of my deepest fears. It made me question everything—Daniel’s respect for me, his understanding of my trauma, and whether he truly cared about my well-being or that of our child.

Feeling trapped, I called the one person I knew would understand—my dad.

“Dad,” I choked out, holding back tears. “Daniel did something horrible. It really triggered me.”

My dad’s voice grew serious. “Tell me what happened.”

I recounted the prank, how terrified I had been, and how heartbroken I felt. Dad listened in silence, then said, “Mary, you don’t need to deal with this. I’m coming to get you.”