Me and Abraham had been together for three wonderful years. He was everything I could have wanted in a boyfriend. Despite his public persona as Da'Vinchi, I called him Abraham, a name he preferred among those closest to him.
Lately, though, things had been strained. His frequent travel for the show kept us apart, and I started to worry he might be cheating. Videos surfaced on Snapchat showing him at clubs and parties, dancing intimately with other girls. Every attempt I made to confront him was brushed aside, as he failed to acknowledge any issue.
Distraught and seeking solace, I called my best friend Jazz. She arrived quickly, ready to spend a chill day together to help take my mind off things. She brought movies, snacks, and overnight essentials, knowing I needed her support more than ever.
After settling in, Jazz showed me something on her phone that shattered me. It was a Snapchat video of Abraham making out with another girl. Tears welled up in my eyes as anger and hurt consumed me. I grabbed my phone and sent him a furious message:
**To: Abraham**
Glad to know you're having fun cheating on me. Our child (or should I say my child) will be better off without you. We're over. Don't bother looking for us when you get back from filming. - YN
Jazz read the message and then looked at me with concern. "You're pregnant?" she asked gently. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "How long?" she asked, sitting next to me.
"A few weeks," I replied, my voice breaking. Jazz hugged me tightly, reassuring me that I didn't need him, that she'd be there for everything.
"Thank you," I whispered, grateful for her unwavering support.
"I love you, girl," she said warmly.
"I love you too."
"Now, I didn't come here to cry. Let's watch some movies and pig out like old times," Jazz said, taking my hand and leading me towards the couch. We spent the rest of the day immersed in movies, trying to find comfort in each other's company.
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**Three years later...**
It had been three years since I last saw or spoke to Da'Vinchi. Our daughter Alicia was now three, a beautiful blend of the both of us. She had my features but a few of his quirks, a testament to their shared genetics. Jazz and I took her to the park, where she was playing happily until she fell and hurt her knee.
Jazz and I immediately rushed to her kneeling next to her.
As we comforted Alicia, a curly-haired guy rushed over to check if she was alright. He seemed oddly familiar, and as our eyes met, recognition dawned on both of us.
"Mommy's here, baby girl. You're okay," I assured Alicia, hugging her close. The guy picked a flower from the ground and handed it to her, bringing a smile to her face.
"Thank you so much," I said gratefully. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to," he replied with a warm smile.
"I don't mean to intrude, but you look really familiar. What's your name?" Jazz asked, breaking the moment.
"Abraham. And you?" he answered, his smile fading as he looked at me.
My smile dropped as I stared at him in disbelief. "Let me take Alicia," Jazz said softly, leading her away to play.
"Hey, YN," Abraham said cautiously, approaching me.
Ignoring him, I wiped my hands on my jeans, pretending not to hear him.
"Look, YN, I know you hate me for what happened, but that's in the past," he pleaded, reaching for my hand.
