The lights of the bustling Madrid cityscape glittered like a thousand stars, but Y/N's world had never felt darker. She sat in her apartment, staring blankly at the spot where Carlos had stood just hours before. His words still echoed in her mind, hauntingly clear.
"I need to focus on my career, Y/N. Formula 1 is everything to me right now, and I can’t give it my all if I'm split between two worlds," Carlos had said, his voice laced with regret. They had been together for three years, building a life full of love, laughter, and dreams. But those dreams had been diverted down different paths.
Carlos Sainz, the rising star of Formula 1, had always been driven by his passion for racing. Y/N had known that from the start. She admired his dedication and ambition, but as his career accelerated, so did the distance between them. The long weeks apart, the late-night phone calls cut short, and the constant pressure of the spotlight had finally taken their toll.
It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other—quite the opposite. But the demands of the racing world were relentless, and Carlos felt he had to make a choice. Y/N had tried to be strong, to tell him that they could make it work, but deep down, she knew he was right.
The breakup had been mutual, but it didn’t make the pain any less real. Now, alone in her apartment, she wondered what her life would be like without him. The emptiness in her heart was overwhelming, but she knew she had to move forward, just as Carlos had.
Weeks passed, and Y/N threw herself into her work, trying to fill the void left by Carlos. But something wasn’t right. She felt constantly exhausted, her body seemed to be betraying her, and she couldn’t shake the persistent nausea. It wasn’t until a friend jokingly suggested that she might be pregnant that Y/N’s world was thrown into chaos.
With trembling hands, she bought a pregnancy test, barely able to process the possibility. When the result appeared, two unmistakable lines, Y/N’s heart stopped. She was pregnant. The reality of it hit her like a tidal wave. She was carrying Carlos’s child.
For a moment, everything blurred. She sat down on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face. How could this be happening? They had been so careful, so certain that they were on separate paths. But now, those paths had intertwined in the most unexpected way.
Y/N knew she had to tell Carlos. He had a right to know, but the thought of confronting him after their breakup filled her with dread. How would he react? Would he feel obligated to come back to her, to be a father, even if it meant sacrificing his career? She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be the reason he gave up on his dreams.
But she couldn’t keep this from him. She couldn’t make this decision alone. Gathering her courage, Y/N picked up her phone and called him.
“Y/N?” Carlos’s familiar voice answered, cautious and curious.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. “Carlos, we need to talk. It’s important.”
The silence on the other end of the line was palpable, and Y/N could almost hear his mind racing. “What is it?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.
“I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no response, just the weight of the world hanging between them. Then, finally, Carlos spoke, his voice filled with shock and disbelief. “Pregnant? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Y/N replied, tears threatening to fall again. “I just found out.”
Carlos was silent again, and Y/N could feel the turmoil in his mind. She knew how much he had wanted to focus on his career, how much he had sacrificed to get to where he was. But this changed everything.
