Chapter 2

I was completely stunned. I had already made up my mind to report the incident with the physical evidence, but the outcome was entirely contrary to my expectations.

How could I possibly get pregnant if I was a virgin?

It was then that the doctor reassured me, saying, "You have nothing to worry about. It's possible that the other party's member may be too small. Your situation is certainly unusual, but we do see it happen sometimes."

I came out of the examination room, feeling utterly lost. It had been a month since the incident at the swimming pool. With no physical proof, I couldn't help but wonder if I was really going to terminate the pregnancy and suffer the ordeal without ever knowing what had happened.

I suddenly received a call from Mitchell. I picked up and immediately heard his anxious voice coming from the other end, asking, "Where are you, Rebecaa? Gianna has been calling me nonstop since she couldn't find you. Is everything alright, Rebecca?"

I finally checked my phone and noticed that Gianna had called me multiple times. I had silenced my phone in the examination room earlier, so I had completely missed the calls.

I felt like crying when I heard Mitchell's concerned tone, but I immediately recalled the scene in my past life, where he had brutally smothered me to death.

I knew he despised me, yet he insisted on waiting until the baby was born before carrying out the deed. I couldn't help but muse if the baby was somehow connected to Mitchell.

I was still lost in thought when Gianna's call came through. She didn't pause for a moment, immediately jumping into her reprimand, asking, "Why didn't you pick up any of my calls, Rebacca? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

I broke down completely, weeping uncontrollably. In my past life, when I got pregnant, Gianna had actually urged me to get an abortion. I was such an idiot for trusting Mitchell instead.

In my past life, the doctor had warned me that my uterine lining was too thin—that if I aborted the baby, I might never conceive again. Mitchell had promised to marry me, and I had foolishly believed him, choosing to give birth to the baby.

I only realized now that no man would ever willingly raise another man's child.

I knew Gianna was the only one I could rely on now, so I told her directly that I was pregnant and that I was at the hospital at that moment.

It took Gianna less than five minutes to rush to the hospital. She immediately pulled me into her embrace after spotting me, exclaiming, "Oh, come on! Pregnancy's something to be happy about, Rebecca! You shouldn't be crying about it! I'll call Mitchell over this instant!"

I shook my head, grabbing her wrist. "It might not be Mitchell's."

Gianna was momentarily stunned. "You actually got yourself into quite a mess! Who's the father, then?"

"I honestly have no idea who the father is. I don't really care about that—I just want to get an abortion."

Gianna, standing right next to me, stated solemnly, "You have my complete support, no matter what you decide to do."

…

It was the following day when Gianna accompanied me to the hospital for the abortion.

I was just about to enter the operating room when Mitchell suddenly came rushing in. "Hold on! Please don't go through with the abortion, Rebecca! I'm willing to take care of both you and the baby!"

I couldn't help but tighten my grip on the medical form, wondering how Mitchell found out I was here when the only person I had ever told about my abortion was Gianna.

I quickly turned to Gianna, who looked just as bewildered as she asked, "How did he manage to find us?"

Mitchell, still catching his breath, slumped onto the seat next to me. He took my hand and held it tightly, intertwining our fingers.

"Have you forgotten that we had previously set up a couple's location tracker on our phones, Rebecca? I noticed that you were at the hospital yesterday and came as quickly as I could because I was so worried."

He then lowered his head with a distressed expression, continuing, "I never would have guessed that you were pregnant.

"I know it's not mine, since we haven't done it. But considering your delicate constitution, I worry that if you terminate this one, becoming a mother later will be nearly impossible for you, Rebecca."

I had always been quite traditional and had no plans to remain childless. However, I couldn't bring myself to deliver a baby without knowing its father. I would rather remain single for the rest of my life than do that.

I deliberately withdrew my hand from his grip and said, "I'm going ahead with the abortion."

Mitchell was momentarily stunned. He then furrowed his brow and asked, "Why would you do that, Rebecca?

"I've already made it clear that I'm willing to overlook what you did. What are you still worrying about, Rebecca?"

Gianna also chimed in softly, saying, "I agree, Rebecca. I mean, an abortion can really take a toll on your body. Why don't you give it some more thought? You're not in great health to begin with, after all."

Mitchell quickly yanked the medical form from my grip and pulled me abruptly to my feet. "I won't let you hurt yourself, Rebecca!

"You and I can just get married next month! You can rest assured that I'll never think less of you because of this. I don't care even if the baby belongs to someone else!"

Mitchell's declaration drew the attention of those around us. There was even a nurse nearby who said enviously, "He's such a great guy! He doesn't even mind raising another man's child. I would definitely keep the baby if it were me—he's offering to raise the baby, after all."

Mitchell might have looked righteous on the surface, but the moment he heard that he was raising someone else's child, he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

I knew that his declarations were nothing but empty promises. I was certain that he only wanted me to carry this baby to term so that he could torment me later.

I scoffed coldly, saying, "You're in no position to judge me, Mitchell. It's over between us! You have no right to interfere with my life!"

Having said that, I got up from my seat and walked out, leaving Mitchell gaping at me in disbelief.

I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I needed to find out what exactly Mitchell's connection was to the baby I was carrying.