promise are the sweetest lies

chapter 4

One month had passed since we ended things, but the pain still lingered like a fresh wound. It wasn’t just the breakup that hurt—it was the fact that he didn’t fight for me. I kept replaying that moment in my mind, over and over again. He let me go so easily, like I wasn’t worth fighting for.

For the past week, I’d noticed changes in my body. I was constantly dizzy, nauseous, and every morning felt like a struggle to get out of bed. There was a sinking feeling in my gut, a fear that kept growing. I prayed that my hunch was wrong because the thought of being pregnant—without him by my side—was unbearable.

I grabbed my phone with trembling hands and called Leah, my best friend.

"Hey, can you buy me a pregnancy test?" I asked, my voice shaky.

There was a brief silence on the other end before Leah replied, her tone filled with concern. "Sure. How many do you need? Three? Two? Four? Why so many?"

"I just need two," I whispered, trying to hold back the panic that was bubbling inside me. "I have this feeling that I might be pregnant… I’ve been feeling nauseous and dizzy for a week now, like morning sickness."

Leah’s voice softened. "Okay, bestie. Just wait there. I’ll be over soon. Do you need me to pick up anything else? Maybe food or something?"

"No… nothing else. I just need to know," I replied quietly, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

After the call ended, I sat on my bed, the minutes ticking by slowly. My mind raced with questions. *What if I’m pregnant? What am I going to do? He’s not here, and he didn’t even fight for me.* There’s no way I could go back to him. My pride was too high, and the pain he caused was still too fresh. *He doesn’t deserve to know.*

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Leah arrived about 30 minutes later, holding a small bag with two pregnancy tests inside. She handed them to me, her eyes full of worry and support.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, sitting beside me on the bed.

"I don’t know…" I admitted, tears already welling up in my eyes. "I don’t know if I’m ready to find out."

Leah squeezed my hand gently. "Whatever happens, I’m here for you."

I nodded, trying to gather the courage to take the test. My hands were shaking as I opened the first one and walked into the bathroom. The silence in the room felt suffocating as I waited. Every second felt like an eternity. My thoughts kept going back to him—how he let me go, how he didn’t care enough to fight for me. And now… I might be carrying his child.

I closed my eyes as I looked down at the test.

Two lines.

Positive.

I stumbled back, my legs feeling weak as I leaned against the bathroom wall. Tears streamed down my face as the reality hit me hard. *I’m pregnant. I’m really pregnant. And the father of my child… didn’t love me enough to stay.*

Leah knocked gently on the door. "What does it say?" she asked, her voice soft but anxious.

I opened the door, barely able to speak, and handed her the test. Her eyes widened when she saw the result, and without a word, she pulled me into a tight hug.

"It’s going to be okay," she whispered.

But it didn’t feel okay. Nothing felt okay. I collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "What am I going to do, Leah? He’s not here. He didn’t fight for me. How am I supposed to tell him? How am I supposed to raise this baby alone?"

Leah stroked my hair gently, her voice soothing. "You’re not alone. You have me, and you’re stronger than you think. You’ll get through this, I promise."

I wanted to believe her, but all I could feel was the weight of everything crashing down on me. A baby. A future I hadn’t planned for—without him.

I pressed my hand against my stomach, where a tiny life was growing inside of me. "But what about the baby, Leah? What kind of life can I give it? It deserves a father… but I can’t… I can’t go back to him after everything. He broke me."

"You don’t have to go back to him," Leah said gently. "But this baby is yours. It’s part of you. And no matter what, you’re going to love it, and you’re going to give it the best life you can."

I nodded through my tears, but the fear wouldn’t go away. *How can I be strong enough for this? How can I raise a child without its father in its life?*

As I sat there, clinging to Leah, I realized that everything had changed in an instant. My world had turned upside down. But somehow, deep inside, I knew that this baby—this tiny life inside me—was mine to protect. Even if he wasn’t going to be a part of it.

Through the sobs, I whispered to myself, "I can do this. I have to do this… for me and for the baby."

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