Man Constantly Mocks Unemployed Wife for Doing Nothing, Finds a Note after Ambulance Takes Her Away

The call rang. Then went to voicemail.

Harry’s heart pounded. He tried again—no answer. Panic seeped in.

He scanned the note again. Beneath the cold words, in smaller handwriting, a second message:

“They’re safe. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

He froze. Who was “they”? Cody and Sonny.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed—a text from an unknown number.

“Meet me at the old pier. If you want to see them again.”

Harry’s breath caught. The night was no longer just about a divorce—it was a desperate race against time.

He grabbed his coat and keys. The house felt empty, but the weight of what waited outside was crushing.

As he stepped into the dark, the last thing he heard was the faintest whisper from the phone—

“Don’t come alone.”