He walked past the cake, past the spilled water, and dropped to his knees beside his wife.
With trembling hands, he lifted her face and saw the red marks on her wrist.

“Who touched you?” he asked, his voice shaking.

Nobody spoke.

Then the oldest maid stepped forward through tears and said,
“Sir… she didn’t drop the cake. Your mother grabbed it and smashed it herself after reading what was written on it.”

His wife broke down sobbing.
“I just wanted to tell you about the baby today…”

The room went completely silent.

His mother stood up coldly and said,
“If she stays in this house, she obeys me.”

He slowly rose to his feet, eyes full of tears and rage.

Then he said the one sentence nobody expected:

“Then you’re the one leaving.”

His mother’s face went white.