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.
