The Night I Locked My Wife in the Storage Room — and the Morning That Changed Everything

Word spread quickly. Relatives began to whisper. Some condemned me, others pitied me.

“Raj, you were cruel,” one uncle said. “You locked your wife in a storeroom after she cared for your child all night. What kind of man does that?”

Even my friends avoided my eyes. The family’s reputation — once a source of pride — became a shadow that followed me everywhere.

At night, I would call Anita just to see our son’s face through the video screen. He’d be sleeping in her lap, peaceful and safe.

“Please,” I whispered once. “Let me see him. I miss him.”

She looked at me, her eyes steady. “Do you remember the night you locked me in that room? Did you think of me then?”

Her voice broke — not with anger, but with finality. “Raj, it’s too late. I won’t come back.”

I couldn’t stop crying.

The Pain of Losing Everything

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