Becky's pov After the first call from Kenneth, I had no desire to answer him. As I contemplated the whole situation, I realized there's a thin line between love and hate. Just a few hours ago, I was deeply in love with Kenneth, but now that the unthinkable had happened, the idea of meeting Sebastian and even staying at his house for a moment was unbearable. "What do you want?" I finally picked up his fourth call, and my tone was hostile. Yes, I had every right to be hostile, and he responded. "Believe me, I didn't tell Sebastian that you were pregnant."Then I decided to employ some of the psychology I learned in college during my early years and asked him this question. "You claim you didn't tell my brother. So, what's your opinion on my pregnancy? Do you approve of the abortion?" Kenneth wasn't expecting this kind of question, and he took a few seconds before responding. "No, I didn't want an abortion." "That's all I needed to hear. Please, stop calling me. I don't want your
Becky's pov I ended the call abruptly, feeling shocked, and stood up. "Oh my goodness! No, no, Kenneth, you can't do this to me. Why?" I shouted, unaware that my mom had been asking, "Becky, what's wrong? What's the matter?" I didn't pay attention to her. I couldn't hear her at that moment. I sat down and pressed my fingers against my chin. "What are you hiding? What's wrong?" My mom raised her voice, but I wasn't willing to tell her what had just happened. Then Sebastian called me a second time, and I watched the phone ring and then end the call. My mom noticed and remained silent, looking at me as I displayed a strange attitude. We both knew it was Sebastian who was calling the second time, and my mom was waiting for me to explain what was bothering me. "What's going on, Becky? How many times do I have to ask?" She spoke up. To make matters worse, my mom's phone started ringing, and I realized it was Sebastian when she showed me the screen. "What's happening? Tell me before I
Becky's pov "It was early last month," I replied, raising my eyes and looking at the doctor without thinking much of it. "What about this month?" she asked. "I'm still expecting it. Sometimes, it comes late..." "Expect it no more because, from the test we just ran, it shows that you are pregnant." "Pregnant?" My lips parted in surprise. "Yes, congratulations!" She extended her hand for a handshake. Without revealing my confusion, I shook her hand and forced a smile as I took the envelope. "You'll need to register at the antenatal unit." "Okay!" I stood up, and she continued. "The antenatal unit is in the building on the left." "Okay, thank you." I still had a sense of wonder in my eyes as I left the doctor's office. Being pregnant was the last thing I wanted at the moment, and even before leaving the doctor's office, I had already made up my mind about what to do. However, I needed to tell Kenneth, the only person I could trust with my secret. Just the thought of being pregn
Becky's pov "It doesn't matter where you are in life, but rather who you have by your side. If it weren't for Sebastian, I would have been in a terrible state. He didn't deserve what you did to him. He's a good-hearted man. You shouldn't have humiliated him in front of all the friends and guests he invited. You could have accepted the engagement ring and then ended the relationship privately. I urged you to accept the ring to save the face for Sebastian, but you were stubborn." These were my mother's words as I sat in the living room the next morning after the welcome party that Sebastian turned into an engagement party. "Mum, Sebastian deceived me. He told me it was a welcome back party. Out of nowhere, he turned it into an engagement party. He could have proposed to me in private, and then we could have celebrated openly..." "Can you think about what you just said? An engagement ring is meant to be a surprise," she interrupted. "If you are supporting him because of the money he
Becky's pov "How I wish you could be here for tomorrow's event. It would have been fantastic to have you again. By the way, Sebastian's right leg is better now," I paused, unable to contain my laughter while still on the phone with Kenneth, even though it was already 11:30 pm. There was a funny thought I wanted to share with Kenneth, and the more I thought about it, the more I laughed. "What are you trying to say?" Kenneth asked, trying not to laugh. "Should I break Sebastian's other leg so that he'll be confined to a chair, and then you'll be willing to come?" I said, barely able to finish my sentence before Kenneth burst into laughter on the other end. "Now you understand why I'm laughing," I said. "Yes, I get it now, but please don't harm my brother. He's still my brother. On a serious note, did you take the day off from work today? We've been talking and chatting all day," he asked. "No, my darling, I'll tell you about it soon." "Suspense again? When will you share everythi
Sebastian's POV Yesterday, Becky continually accused me of being the reason she lost her job. She was so angry that she refused to eat with me. I tried my best to explain that I was going through a difficult time and couldn't act like myself when I visited her at work that day. However, she just locked me out of her room. It was the first time I felt guilty for letting her down, and she said something that I won't easily forget: "I had been working there before I met you." All my efforts to make her understand failed. However, later that day, I overheard her laughing on the phone after locking her door. Hearing her laughter brought me some relief and happiness. It seemed like someone, perhaps one of her female friends or her mother, had found a way to make her feel joyful before she slept. It was a long and hilarious conversation. I was considering something new to lighten her mood, but the next morning, Becky seemed a bit more at ease. She woke up without mentioning the job she