Kenneth's voice rang out, colder and more mocking than I had ever heard. "In three days, Yara will be back. I have to let her know I haven't been idle these past four years. She's allergic to birth control pills and I couldn't bear for her to suffer through childbirth, so I tested it out in advance."
He sneered, his tone full of disdain. "It's just for fun, but it seems like my student has really become addicted."
I was frozen, my entire body cold.
It turned out that his breath, filled with passion, was nothing more than a test report for another woman.
I left the bar in a daze, tears blurring my vision.
Back home, I once again submitted my IELTS application.
Kenneth didn't come back that night. The next day, I went to the hospital alone.
Seeing me by myself, the doctor hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Didn't your family come with you?"
"He has something to do," I said, forcing a smile, my hand unconsciously resting on my abdomen.
"Doctor, I’d like to consult you about an abortion."
The doctor reviewed my test results, his brows furrowing deeper. "You've been using birth control shots for a long time?"
I nodded.
"Using birth control shots can lead to hormonal imbalances and in severe cases, it could affect your future fertility," the doctor said seriously, looking at me. "You’re nearly ten weeks along now and the fetus seems stable. Honestly, you’re lucky to have gotten pregnant this time. If you have a miscarriage now, you might never be able to conceive again."
At that moment, something within me stirred. Perhaps it was a maternal instinct and I made the decision to keep the child.
That evening, Kenneth finally returned. He personally cooked several dishes.
"Nyta, you've lost weight recently," he said, looking at me with concern.
I lowered my eyes. I no longer trusted such false tenderness.
But for the sake of the child, I didn’t want to cause any trouble before leaving.
"It’s just academic pressure," I answered softly.
A gentle smile returned to his face. "Nyta, you're the most outstanding student I've ever taught. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself."
With that, he moved closer to me, pressing me against the dining table.
"Or is it that I haven't taught you enough?"
As he spoke, he leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head to avoid it.
"I'm not feeling well today," I said.
He stopped, looking at me with a complex expression, before finally letting out a soft sigh.