Before I could, she told me she was pregnant. I’m only 19, and the words hit me like a truck.

In my panic, I blurted out,

“That’s impossible — I can’t have children.”

She froze. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she broke down, crying uncontrollably.

I didn’t know what to do,

so I drove her home in silence.

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

My mind was spinning with questions and confusion.

Around 2 a.m.,

I woke up to get some water and heard her voice faintly coming from the living room.

She was on the phone, speaking quietly.

Curious and uneasy,

I stayed still and listened.

Her words sent chills down my spine: “He believed me. He doesn’t know the truth.

Now what should I do next?” My stomach dropped. In that moment,

I realized the pregnancy wasn’t real — it had been a desperate attempt to keep me from leaving.