Charlotte her eyes red-rimmed from crying sits on the couch, her phone clutched in her hand. She's just received a text from Freen, a simple message: "The divorce papers are filed."
Charlotte: (Whispering to herself) It's over.
Tears well up in her eyes again. She feels a wave of loneliness wash over her, a crushing weight of regret.
Charlotte: (To herself) I messed up.
She remembers the way Freen had looked at her when he had walked out of her apartment, the anger and pain in his eyes.
Charlotte: (To herself) I hurt him so much.
She knows she's lost him, and the realization hits her like a physical blow.
Charlotte: (To herself) What am I going to do?
She reaches for her phone, her fingers trembling. She dials Engfa's number, needing someone, anyone, to talk to.
[SOUND of the phone ringing]
Engfa: (Answering, his voice filled with concern) Charlotte? What's wrong?
Charlotte: (Her voice choked with tears) Engfa, I... I need you.
Engfa: (His voice softening) I'm coming right over.
[SOUND of the phone call ending]
Charlotte: (Sniffling, her voice weak) I don't know what to do.
She collapses onto the couch, her body wracked with sobs.
[SOUND of the door opening]
Engfa: (Entering the apartment, his face filled with concern) Charlotte, are you okay?
He rushes to her side, his arms instinctively reaching out to comfort her.
Charlotte: (Burying her face in his chest, her sobs echoing in the silence) Engfa, he's filed for divorce.
Engfa: (Holding her close, his voice gentle) I know. I'm here for you.
He strokes her hair, offering silent comfort. He feels a pang of sadness for her, a deep ache in his chest. He wants to tell her how he feels, how he's been holding back his feelings for her, but he knows it's not the right time.
Engfa: (Whispering softly) It's going to be okay.
He knows it's a lie, but he wants to give her hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Charlotte: (Pulling back slightly, her eyes filled with tears) I don't know what I'm going to do without him.
Engfa: (Looking at her with concern) You'll be okay. You're strong.
He knows she's hurting, and he wants to shield her from the pain, but he also knows that she needs to face it.
Charlotte: (Sniffling, her voice weak) I'm so lost.
Engfa: (Taking her hand, his touch gentle) You're not lost. You just need some time to heal.
He holds her hand, offering a silent promise of support. He knows he can't fix everything, but he'll be there for her, a constant presence in her time of need.
AFTER 2 MONTHS
Charlotte sits on the couch, her eyes fixed on the empty space beside her. It's been two months since her divorce from Freen, and the silence in the apartment is deafening. She's been feeling sick for weeks, constantly nauseous and vomiting.
Charlotte: (Whispering to herself) It's so quiet.
She feels a wave of loneliness wash over her, a crushing weight of sadness.
Charlotte: (To herself) I miss him.
She remembers the way Freen had looked at her when they had first met, the love and adoration in his eyes.
Charl: (To herself) I thought we were happy.
She remembers the way Freen had reacted when he had seen her with Engfa, the jealousy and suspicion in his eyes. She knows that she's lost Freen's trust, and she's terrified that she's lost him forever.
CHARLOTTE
(Gasping)
Oh no.
She rushes to the bathroom, her stomach churning.
[SOUND of vomiting]
Charlotte: (Wiping her mouth, her face pale) What is wrong with me?
She's been feeling sick for weeks, constantly nauseous and vomiting.
Charlotte: (To herself) It's just stress.
She tries to convince herself that it's just the stress of her divorce, but she can't shake the feeling that something is wrong.
Charlotte: (To herself) I need to see a doctor.
She picks up her phone and dials her doctor's number, her heart pounding in her chest.
[SOUND of the phone ringing]
Charlotte: (Her voice trembling slightly) Please pick up. Please pick up.
[SOUND of the phone being answered]
Doctor: (Speaking kindly) Hello, Charlotte. What can I do for you?
Charl: (Her voice shaky) Doctor, I've been feeling so sick lately. I'm constantly nauseous and I've been vomiting.
Doctor: (Concerned) I see. How long has this been going on?
Charlotte: (Hesitantly) For about a month now.
Doctor: (Thinking for a moment) I'd like to run some tests to rule out any other possibilities. Could you come in for an appointment tomorrow?
Charlotte: (Nodding) Yes, of course.
[SOUND of the phone call ending]
Charlotte: (To herself) I hope it's nothing serious.
She hangs up the phone, her mind racing with worry.
[The next day, at the doctor's office]
Doctor: (Looking at the test results) Charlotte, I have some news. You're pregnant.
Charlotte: (Her eyes widening in shock) Pregnant? But... how?
Doctor: (Smiling) It seems you have a little surprise on the way.
Charlotte: (Her mind reeling) But I thought...
She remembers her divorce from Freen, the pain and heartbreak.
Charlotte: (To herself) This is impossible.
Doctor: (Understanding) It's a lot to process, I know. But congratulations!
Charlotte: (Staring at the doctor, her face a mixture of shock and confusion) I... I don't know what to say.
Doctor: (Offering a reassuring smile) Take your time. It's a lot to take in.
Charlotte: (Her voice trembling slightly) I need to think.
Doctor: (Nodding) Of course. I'll give you some time to process everything.
Charlotte: (Her mind racing) What am I going to do?
She leaves the doctor's office, her head spinning with thoughts.
Charlotte her face a mixture of shock and confusion sits on the couch, her phone clutched in her hand. She's just left the doctor's office, the news of her pregnancy still echoing in her mind.
Charlotte: (Whispering to herself) I'm pregnant.
She feels a wave of emotions wash over her: shock, disbelief, fear, and a flicker of hope.
Charlotte: (To herself) What am I going to do?
She remembers her divorce from Freen, the pain and heartbreak.
Charlotte: (To herself) He's the father.
She knows that she needs to tell him, but she's terrified of his reaction.
Charlotte: (To herself) What if he doesn't want anything to do with it?
She remembers the way Freen had looked at her when he had walked out of her apartment, the anger and pain in his eyes.
Charlotte: (To herself) I hurt him so much.
She knows that she's lost his trust, and she's terrified that she's lost him forever.
Charlotte: (To herself) But this is different.
She knows that this child is a part of Freen, a part of their past.
Charlotte: (To herself) I need to talk to him.
She picks up her phone and dials Freen's number, her fingers trembling.
[SOUND of the phone ringing]
Charlotte: (Her voice trembling slightly) Please pick up. Please pick up.
[SOUND of the phone being answered]
Freen: (His voice surprised) Charlotte?
Charlotte: (Taking a deep breath) Freen, I need to talk to you.
Freen: (His voice concerned) What's wrong?
Charlotte: (Hesitantly) I... I have something to tell you.
Freen: (His voice patient) Tell me.
Charlotte: (Taking another deep breath) I'm pregnant.
[Silence]
Freen, his face etched with a mixture of shock and confusion) sits on the bench, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. He's just finished talking to Charlotte, the news of her pregnancy still echoing in his mind.
Freen: (Muttering to himself) She's pregnant.
He feels a wave of emotions wash over him: shock, disbelief, fear, and a flicker of hope.
Freen: (To himself) What am I going to do?
He remembers the way Charlotte had looked so heartbroken when he had walked out of her apartment, the way her eyes had filled with tears.
Freen: (To himself) I hurt her.
He knows that he's been acting impulsively, driven by anger and jealousy.
Freen: (To himself) I was so blinded by my own insecurities.
He remembers the way Engfa had looked at him when he had filed for divorce, the concern and sadness in his eyes.
Freen: (To himself) He cares about her.
He knows that Engfa has feelings for Charlotte, and he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
Freen: (To himself) But this is different.
He knows that this child is a part of him, a part of their past.
Freen: (To himself) I need to see her, but how about Becky?
He gets up and walks towards Charlotte's apartment, his mind racing with thoughts.
Freen: (To himself) I need to make things right.
He walks up to her door, his hand hovering over the doorbell.
Freen: (To himself) I'm going to be a father.
He takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell.
[SOUND of the doorbell ringing]
