My wife was 7 months pregnant when I caught her smoking in front of the hospital. When I shouted, “You are putting our baby’s life in danger!” he threw the smoke straight in my face and replied, “It’s my body and I do with it what I want!” But that night, when I discovered what had happened to our unborn baby, I was paralyzed with horror...

We had even chosen a name. If she was a child, we would call her Sophie, in honor of my mother.

My mother is 78 years old. Every night he called to ask what his future little niete was like.

But from the fifth month of pregnancy, my wife’s behavior began to change.

She became irritable, often locked the bedroom door and sometimes, when I approached her, I smelled a cigarette.

At first, I didn't want to believe it.

One day, I just asked him if he had smoked again.

She got furious.

She told me that I had become too controlling and that being pregnant didn’t mean being in prison.

I kept quiet.

But two months later something happened that completely changed the life of our family.

That day, Linda had to go to the hospital for a routine check-up.

I decided to leave before work and give it a surprise. I bought his favorite flowers and drove to the hospital.