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.
