The Night That Shouldn’t Have Happened

I got pregnant…

from a mistake I was never supposed to make.

And now—

the man I should stay away from…

won’t let me leave.

The night I slept with my boss… was the night everything fell apart.

Rain fell softly over the sakura garden, coating the ground in fragile shades of pink.

From the third-floor balcony, He Yichen stood still, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His gaze was sharp, distant—yet locked onto one person below.

Fang Jia.

Seventeen years.

And he still couldn’t let her go.

Below, Fang Jia moved quietly, sweeping fallen petals with steady hands. Her long black hair was tied back simply, a few damp strands clinging to her cheeks.

She looked small in that vast garden.

Fragile.

Like she could disappear at any moment.

And maybe…

she already tried.

Yichen exhaled slowly, smoke fading into the cold air

She thought she could run.

She thought one night meant nothing.

But she was wrong.

The memory came without warning.

A little girl had fallen from a swing, her knees scraped, tears falling endlessly.

“You’re so noisy,” a young boy muttered, dressed in a neat little suit.

Yet he still walked toward her.

“Stop crying. I’ll protect you.”

The hug was awkward.

Warm.

And then—a soft, accidental kiss landed on her cheek.

Something meaningless.

Something small.

Something that should have been forgotten.

But it wasn’t.

Not for him.

Never for him.

Yichen crushed the cigarette beneath his shoe.

This time—

he wasn’t going to watch from a distance.

“Fang Jia.”

His voice was low. Commanding.

Fang Jia froze instantly.

Her broom stopped mid-motion.

“Y–Yes, Young Master…” Her voice trembled despite her effort to stay calm.

Yichen walked closer.

One step.

Two steps.

Until the distance between them became dangerous.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the damp air, wrapping around her senses.

“How is your mother?”

Fang Jia lowered her gaze.

“She’s better… thank you, sir.”

She didn’t know.

She had never known.

That every hospital bill… had been paid by him.

Yichen watched her in silence.

“You look tired.”

A simple statement.

Yet it made her fingers tighten around the broom.

“I’m fine, sir. I just—”

She stopped.

Because his fingers were already under her chin.

Lifting her face.

Forcing her to look at him.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment—

everything became too real.

“That night…”

His voice dropped, softer… darker.

“…you disappeared.”

Fang Jia’s breath hitched.

Her heart pounded violently against her chest.

“It… was a mistake.”

“A mistake?”

Yichen stepped closer.

Close enough for her to feel his breath.

“Then why are you shaking?”

She couldn’t answer.

Because she remembered.

Every second.

Every touch.

Every feeling she had tried so hard to forget.

Her body betrayed her.

And so did her heart.

She took a step back.

“We shouldn’t do it again.”

For a second—

silence.

Then Yichen’s lips curved slightly.

Dangerously.

“Who said I want to stop?”

The sharp click of heels shattered the moment.

“Well… this is interesting.”

He Yiran stood at the balcony entrance, arms crossed, a mocking smile on her lips.

“Brother, Mom’s looking for you.”

Her gaze shifted to Fang Jia.

Cold. Disdainful.

“And yes—Lan’er is coming tonight.”

Fang Jia immediately lowered her head.

That name…

felt like a reminder she couldn’t escape.

“And you,” Yiran added sharply, “know your place.”

The words cut deeper than they should.

“Yes, Miss.”

That night, the mansion transformed into something dazzling.

Crystal chandeliers shimmered.

Laughter echoed across the grand dining hall.

And right at the center—

Li Lan’er appeared in a flawless designer dress.

Elegant.

Perfect.

Untouchable.

“It’s been a while, Yichen,” she said sweetly.

But Yichen didn’t respond.

Because his eyes were already searching for someone else.

Fang Jia.

Standing quietly at the side.

Invisible.

Or at least… she was supposed to be.

As Fang Jia poured wine, her hands trembled slightly.

Then suddenly—

“Ah!”

The glass tilted.

Wine spilled.

Staining her own uniform.

“Oh… I’m so sorry,” Lan’er said lightly.

But her eyes…

held no apology at all.

The room fell silent.

Fang Jia lowered her head.

“I’m sorry…”

“You.”

Yichen’s voice cut through the air.

“Come with me.”

Before anyone could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room.

The corridor was dark.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

“Let go of me, sir—”

Her words stopped.

Because he was already too close.

His presence overwhelming.

“Forget them,” he whispered.

His voice low.

Dangerous.

“I don’t care who they are.”

Fang Jia closed her eyes briefly.

“The problem is…”

She opened them again.

“…I do.”

There was pain in her gaze.

Something fragile.

“We live in different worlds.”

For a moment—

Yichen said nothing.

Then he smiled.

Faint.

Cold.

“In that case…”

He stepped closer.

“…I’ll destroy that world.”

Her breath caught.

Her body refused to move.

She should run.

She needed to run.

But she couldn’t.

“Fang Jia?”

Another voice broke through the silence.

A man stood at the end of the corridor.

Li Wei.

Concern filled his eyes.

Real.

Honest.

Unlike everything else in this place.

Yichen’s expression turned instantly cold.

“Leave.”

One word.

Sharp.

Final.

But Li Wei didn’t move.

His gaze remained on Fang Jia.

“Are you okay?”

And for the first time that night—

Fang Jia hesitated.

Should she tell him the truth… or keep running? 😔