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I was supposed to get married.
Everything was ready — the gown, the church, the dreams we had built together. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until one night shattered everything. A night I wish I could erase forever. A one-night stand. A single mistake that tore my peaceful life apart. I tried to hide it — the guilt, the shame, the secret growing inside me. But fate had a cruel way of unearthing truths. I was pregnant. And the father was a man whose name I didn’t even know — a stranger whose face haunted my dreams. Tears streamed down my face as I confessed everything to my fiancé, Marco. I was ready for his anger, ready for him to walk away. But instead, he took me in his arms, his voice trembling as he whispered, “I can accept this. Marry me anyway, Katya. I can’t live without you.” “Marco…” My voice cracked. “I made a mistake. I don’t even know if we should still go through with this.” “No, Katya. Don’t just leave me like this. Please, stay. I’ll take everything — the pain, the shame — just don’t walk away.” I shook my head, sobbing. “I can’t. My baby isn’t yours, Marco! Don’t you see how filthy I am? Because of what I did, we’re already broken.” I loved him — deeply, painfully — but I no longer felt worthy of him. So I ended it. I left him there, kneeling, begging, the engagement ring trembling in his hand. It was the only thing I could do for him. He deserved the world — not someone as ruined as me. Months passed. Now pregnant, I forced myself to keep working. Days blurred into nights at the law firm where I worked as a junior assistant. Every tick of the clock reminded me of what I had lost, and what I carried. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase his face — the man from that night. It had been a company event, held in a luxury hotel. I barely drank. only a few glasses but somehow, the alcohol hit me harder than it should have. My vision spun as I tried to return to my room, but I made a mistake. I entered the wrong door. Inside was a man. He is also drunk, his shirt half-open, his gaze dark and unfocused. Our eyes met. Something in the air shifted. I should’ve turned and left. But my body refused to move. The next thing I knew, his hands were on my skin, his lips tracing fire down my neck. I tried to push him away. I should have. But the warmth, the chaos, the desperate loneliness inside me. all blurred into one moment of weakness. And then it happened. A night I could never take back. “Miss Katya?” My co-worker’s voice snapped me back to reality. The pile of documents on my desk reminded me where I was a law firm owned by the Dawsons, one of the most powerful families in the city. Mr. Dawson, my employer, was a stern man in his mid-sixties, known for his sharp mind and unshakable discipline. But lately, the firm had been buzzing with news — his son had returned from the States after years abroad. He was set to take over the company soon. From what I had heard, the Dawsons owned more than just the law firm. They had their hands in finance, construction, and even international trade. Everyone was curious about the heir — Ethan Dawson. The man rumored to be cold, brilliant, and dangerously charming. I didn’t care to know him. I just wanted to keep my head down, survive each day, and protect the life growing inside me. But fate… had other plans. --- The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Every head in the office turned. Conversations stopped. Even the air seemed to freeze. Ethan Dawson had arrived. He was taller than I remembered. broad-shouldered, poised, dressed in a charcoal suit that perfectly framed his lean figure. His hair was slightly tousled, his sharp eyes sweeping through the room with quiet command. Every stride was confident. Every glance carried weight. My heart skipped. I knew that walk. That presence. That voice. My hands trembled as I clutched the file I was holding. I wanted to look away, to pretend I didn’t see him but my body refused to obey. My breath caught when his eyes found mine across the room. A flicker of recognition. Then confusion. Then silence. He stared just for a second. But in that second, my entire world tilted. “Miss Ramirez?” My name rolled off his tongue. “Yes, sir?” I managed to say, forcing professionalism into my trembling voice. He studied me a moment longer before nodding curtly. “Follow me to my office.” I was so afraid. And the secret I was hiding. the one growing inside me was something that would soon change both of our lives forever.I leaned against the edge of my desk, tablet in hand, reviewing the checklist for Diether and Lianna’s wedding. Lianna stood beside me, radiant and precise, flipping through invitations and adjusting the seating arrangements with her usual meticulous care. “I just want to make sure everything’s perfect,” I said. Lianna laughed softly. “You’ve done enough already. If anything goes wrong, it’s on you,” she teased. I shook my head with a small, forced smile. “Not helping. You’re just making me more nervous.” She chuckled, then her expression softened. “I just… I don’t know how we’re going to manage everything,” she admitted quietly. “Both our parents are so busy, Diether’s swamped at work, and I feel like I’m juggling everything myself.” I nodded. “Yeah, it’s a lot when everyone depends on you. But don’t worry, I’ll help wherever I can. Just tell me what needs to be done.” Her eyes softened with relief. “Really? That would be a huge help. I know it’s not your responsibility, b
The air outside the hospital felt too bright, too clean, too full of life for someone who felt like she was falling apart from the inside. Katya’s legs trembled as she stepped out of the car, the hospital discharge papers still folded in her bag like heavy secrets. Three days before her wedding. Marco’s fingers hovered near her arm, like he wasn’t sure if touching her would help or break her further. “Katya…” His voice cracked. “Our wedding is in three days.” She froze. His words wrapped around her chest like chains tightening. “Let's stop this” she whispered. Hope flickered in his eyes. “You’re just overwhelmed and The stress—” “No.” She shook her head, her throat tightening. “It’s not the stress. It’s… me.” Silence swallowed them. “I don’t think we should get married.” Marco blinked, disbelief slicing across his face. “What?” “I need time. I need space. I don’t want to hurt you.” “Katya, we’ve been together for years. You can’t throw that away because you're
Marco stayed with me until the sky outside the hospital window turned a muted gray, exhaustion etched like bruises beneath his eyes. He barely blinked each time the machines beeped, each time I shifted, like even the smallest movement might mean I was slipping away.But duty tugged at him—calls he had to answer, responsibilities he couldn’t ignore. With a reluctant squeeze to my hand, he promised he’d be back soon.The door clicked shut, and suddenly the room swallowed itself in silence. Heavy. Suffocating.I stared at the ceiling until the minutes dissolved into an hour—empty, still, endless.Then the door opened again.Ethan.He stepped inside quietly, arms full—bags of food, fresh fruits, water, vitamins like he’d stood in a grocery aisle trying to figure out what fragile people need to survive.He froze when he saw me. I watched the guilt flicker over his face before he smothered it under a too-bright smile.“Hey,” he murmured, setting everything down like he was moving into my re
Katya’s eyelashes fluttered as consciousness dragged her back. The first thing she felt was the coldness of the sheets, then the heaviness in her limbs… and then the hollow panic in her chest. Monitors beeped gently beside her. IV drip. The faint smell of antiseptic. She blinked— And froze. He was there. Ethan. Sitting in the visitor’s chair like he belonged in the room, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled under his mouth. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just watched her wake, expression carved in stone—controlled, unreadable, terrifying. Her pulse stumbled. “Where… where’s Marco?” Katya whispered, throat raw. Ethan didn’t blink. “Outside the room. Talking to your friend.” Mia. Of course Mia wouldn’t leave her. Katya swallowed, wishing the earth would open and swallow her whole. “You shouldn’t be here.” He tilted his head slightly, like a predator amused by prey trying to run with broken legs. “You fainted at work,” he said, voice low, controlled. “The
The moment the door to my office clicked shut behind him, the world blurred. I couldn’t breathe. I stayed frozen for a heartbeat… then my chest caved in. I grabbed my bag and stumbled toward my chair, knees weak, vision burning. Every inhale scraped like glass. I should be thinking about wedding timelines. Dress fittings. Seating charts. Not shaking in the room where I work because a man who isn’t my fiancé just looked at me like I belonged to him. I sank into the chair, bending forward, elbows on my knees, fingers pressed hard against my mouth to smother the sound clawing up my throat. What am I doing? What is happening to me? My breathing shattered. shallow, uneven, desperate. Tears spilled before I could stop them, hot and humiliating. Marco’s smile flashed in my mind. Steady. Safe. Certain. Then Ethan’s voice echoed: I’m not letting you go. And my heart twisted like it didn’t know which life was mine anymore. A sob punched out of me, small but violent, shaking my whole
I stood in front of the elevator, clutching my bag so tightly the strap cut into my palm. Today, I end it. No more Ethan. No more mistakes. No more walking willingly into a fire I already know will burn me to ash. My heart hammered as the elevator doors slid open. I stepped inside. Forced myself to breathe. Forced myself to stay upright. I pressed the button for the 28th floor. His floor. My battlefield. Every second of the ascent felt like walking toward a storm I once mistook for warmth. The doors opened. Familiar hums. Phones ringing. Laughter somewhere near the pantry. But everything sounded sharper today. harsher, heavier as if the air itself knew what I was here to do. People greeted me. I smiled back, the way you smile when you’re trying not to fall apart in public. I just needed to sit at my desk. Open my laptop. Send the email. And leave before he saw me. Before my resolve cracked. I reached my chair, my hands trembling as I se







