I couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't even breathe. It was as if the world around me had shrunk, faded into a blur, leaving only the faint, unmistakable lines staring back at me, sharp and unyielding in their simplicity.
Pregnant.
The word settled over me like a heavy fog, filling every corner of my mind. It lingered, hovering, consuming everything else until it was the only thing left. I'm Pregnant.
The weight of it was terrifying, pressing down on me, making it hard to stay upright. My legs gave way, and I sank onto the closed toilet seat, feeling cold ceramic against my skin as my head spun.
This couldn't be real. It wasn't supposed to happen—not to me, not now, not with him.
A trembling hand instinctively drifted to my stomach, and the faint swell beneath my fingers was no longer insignificant, no longer a detail I'd overlooked. It was something—no, someone—there, growing. Real and undeniable.
A new kind of fatigue washed over me, not just in my bones but in my soul, as if the weight of an unknown future was already pressing on my shoulders.
I blinked against the sting of tears, swallowing hard, willing myself not to break down. But it was a losing battle. My mind raced with impossible questions, with the conversations I'd have to face, with the truth I could no longer ignore.
I gripped the edge of the sink to steady myself as the room began to spin, each second sending my thoughts into darker, more uncertain places.
The nausea churned in my stomach, rising up like a wave until I lurched forward, clutching the toilet, emptying out not just the remnants of breakfast but the shock and denial clawing at my insides.
Of all people, why him?
He was the only one I'd slept with since that night. There was no question in my mind—this had to be his. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, humorless and hollow.
He was engaged, a man who treated intimacy like currency, like some cold transaction where no feelings lingered. And now, here I was, caught in his orbit, and somehow, he'd taken the last thing I had control over—my body.
Would he care if he knew?Would he even want to know? Or would he be indifferent, dismissing it like he dismissed everything else outside his world of twisted power and games?
