I actually have no plans that time ‘cause I was still young—I'm in my 20's. I needed to pursue my dreams.
Kate, ever the supportive best friend, was the one who took me home. But the moment we stepped inside, my heart shattered. There, right in front of me, was James. His lips pressed against Kate’s.
My best friend. My fiancé. TOGETHER.
They didn’t know I could see them. They thought I was blind. I wanted to scream, to lash out, to demand answers. But I didn’t. Instead, I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to keep up the lie. I pretended not to see. I pretended I was still blind. Because if they could lie to me, I could lie to them too.
Days turned into weeks. I was exhausted—physically, emotionally. Then, one morning, nausea hit me like a wave. I barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting everything in my stomach. It kept happening. Over and over. A sinking feeling settled in my gut as I grabbed a pregnancy test. The result?
POSITIVE.
I was pregnant. But not with James’ child. My entire body trembled as I stared at the test. I had tried so hard to erase that night from my memory, to pretend it never happened. But now, it was impossible to ignore. The baby growing inside me wasn’t James’. It was his. The man who had raped me. I felt sick all over again.
Apart from that, I am afraid that it may caused the pharmaceutical business to fall down.
Months passed, and I continued my act. Until James saw my growing belly, letting him believe the baby was his. He was happy. Good thing, there was one night we shared a heat together. Not long ago. But I told him to use protection.
Then came the day I went into labor. Kate was the one who stayed by my side in the operating room despite being eight months pregnant herself. It was ironic, really. The same woman who had betrayed me was the one holding my hand as I brought a child into the world. But what choice did I have?
James couldn't attend, he was busy for his upcoming huge project in the company.
The pain was unbearable. The hours blurred together. And then… nothing. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Kate. Her face was pale, her hands shaking.
My stomach twisted with unease as I struggled to sit up. “W-Where’s my baby?” My voice was barely a whisper.
Kate hesitated. Then, she looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “Zoey… the baby didn’t make it.” I froze.
The words didn’t make sense. They didn’t register.