At 35 Weeks Pregnant, My Husband Woke Me up in the Middle of the Night — What He Said Made Me File for Divorce

Michael stood there, tense, eyes glassy. He paced the room, rubbing his hands together like he was trying to steady himself.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s nothing,” he said, then stopped. “It’s just… something the guys said.”

My stomach dropped.

“About what?”

He hesitated. Then: “About the baby.”

I sat up.

“What about her?”

He exhaled sharply. “I just want to make sure she’s mine.”

The words didn’t make sense at first. Then they landed.

“You think I cheated on you?”

“I just want peace of mind,” he snapped. “A DNA test. Before she’s born.”

I stared at him, stunned. “Michael, I’m thirty-five weeks pregnant. We built her crib together.”

“You’re being defensive,” he said coldly. “That says a lot.”

Something in me broke—not loudly, but cleanly.

“If you don’t trust me,” I said slowly, “then maybe we shouldn’t be married.”

He shrugged. “Do whatever you want.”

That was it. No apology. No regret.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I lay awake, one hand protectively over my belly, whispering promises to my daughter.

By morning, my decision was made.

I waited until Michael left for work. Then I called my sister.

“I’m leaving him,” I said through tears.

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