Black Maid Plays Violin with a Blind Girl – Unaware the Billionaire Father Is Watching
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“PREGNANT WOMEN BRING BAD LUCK!” — HUSBAND KICKS PREGNANT WIFE OUT OF NEW CAR; THE ENDING WILL MAKE YOU CHEER
It was supposed to be a happy evening. Daniel Parker had just picked up his brand-new black Mercedes-Benz from the dealership in downtown Dallas. His wife, Emily Parker, six months pregnant, smiled, excited to take the first ride with her husband. She imagined them talking about baby names and dreaming about their future family.
But that dream shattered the moment Daniel stopped the car abruptly in a quiet suburban street.
“I said, get out!” he barked.
Emily blinked, thinking he was joking. “Daniel… what are you saying? It’s dark out here.”
“I’m serious!” he cut her off, his tone sharp. “You’ll ruin the luck of my new car! Pregnant women bring bad luck to new cars! You shouldn’t have come.”
He unbuckled her seatbelt and practically shoved her out of the passenger seat. Emily stumbled. The heavy door slammed shut, and Daniel sped off, the glow of his taillights fading into the night.
THE WIFE’S RECKONING
For a few seconds, Emily stood motionless. Then, the reality hit her. Her husband—the man who once kissed her belly and whispered promises of forever—had left her on the side of the road because of a superstition.
The wind was cold. A sharp cramp hit her stomach, and panic surged through her veins. “Please, not now,” she whispered.
A car slowed nearby. Margaret Green, a middle-aged woman, helped her inside. During the quiet ride home, Emily’s phone buzzed with Daniel’s messages: “Don’t cry. You’ll get over it. Stop being dramatic.” Each message was a knife twisting in her heart.
Margaret noticed Emily’s silent tears. “Honey, a man who treats you like that doesn’t deserve to be a father. You and your baby deserve peace.”
That night, Emily sat on the couch, realizing the truth: Daniel’s arrogance wasn’t new—it was just finally showing its true face. She placed her hand over her belly and whispered: “I won’t let you grow up around this kind of cruelty.”
The next morning, Daniel acted as if nothing had happened. “You should’ve seen the faces at the dealership,” he said proudly. “Everyone stared when I drove off. That car is a beast.”
—Why are you sulking? —he asked. —I told you not to overreact. Be grateful I’m providing for you.
Emily said nothing, but her heart hardened.
MICHAEL’S SUPPORT AND DANIEL’S DOWNFALL
That afternoon, she called her brother, Michael Harris. Michael had never liked Daniel, seeing through his arrogance from the beginning.
—Pack your bags. You’re coming here. I won’t let that man treat you this way —Michael commanded.
Before leaving, Emily placed a handwritten note on the kitchen counter: “You chose your car over your family. I won’t let you choose for my child too. —Emily.”
When Daniel came home that night and saw the empty closet, he exploded. He called her repeatedly, leaving angry voicemails. But Emily didn’t answer.
At her brother’s home, Emily finally felt safe. She slept peacefully and focused on her pregnancy. Days turned into weeks. Daniel, meanwhile, was unraveling. Michael made sure his colleagues found out what he had done. Whispered gossip followed him everywhere. The man who once cared only about appearances now found himself publicly humiliated. For the first time, Daniel began to regret his choices.
SOPHIA’S ARRIVAL
Two months later, on a crisp spring morning, Emily went into labor. Hours later, the nurse placed a tiny baby girl in her arms.
“Welcome to the world, Sophia,” she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Daniel found out about the birth through a mutual friend and drove straight to the hospital. He entered the room, his once-polished suit wrinkled, his eyes tired. The proud man looked small.
—I came… to see my daughter —he said quietly.
Emily looked up, calm but distant. “Our daughter doesn’t need a father who kicks her mother out of a car. You lost that privilege the moment you chose your ego over your family.”
Daniel’s voice broke. —Emily, please. I made a mistake. I was stupid. I’ll change.
But she shook her head. “Sophia deserves better. You should think about what kind of man you want to be—but I won’t wait for you anymore.”
Daniel left the hospital in silence. He sat inside his Mercedes, the leather seats cold and lifeless. The car that once symbolized success now stood as a monument to his failure.
Meanwhile, Emily thrived. She moved into a cozy home, found remote work, and surrounded herself with people who truly cared. Sophia grew healthy and happy, her laughter filling the house with light.
Daniel occasionally saw them from afar. He had traded love for vanity, family for pride—and now, he had neither.
And Emily? She never looked back.
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