Masuk
Chapter 1
Stacy's pov "How dare you?" The words came out of my mouth like a broken cry. My hands were shaking as I stared at the phone. It was still buzzing softly, the bright screen showing his last text. "I'm right on my way now. I'll tell her that I was called for an unscheduled meeting. Can't wait to see you." Little love emojis followed the message. They were meant for my friend Lisa. My friend. My boyfriend. The truth hit me like a hard blow to the chest. My whole body went cold. My heart felt like it was cracking apart. I scrolled up, hoping I was wrong. Hoping I misunderstood. But every message was clear. "You were right." "Stacy sucks in bed." "I miss you." Each word felt like a knife pushed deeper into me. I wanted to scream, but the bathroom door was close, and I could hear the sound of running water. Arnold was just there, taking his shower, acting normal, while my world was falling apart. I tried to breathe. In... out... but it was hard. My chest felt tight, like someone was pressing it down. The shower stopped. Silence filled the room. Then the door opened, and Arnold walked out, water still dripping from his skin. He looked the same as always. Handsome. Confident. Calm. He even gave me that smile I used to love. The smile that always made me feel special. But this time, I felt nothing. No warmth. No love. Just pain and anger. He reached for a towel and dried his hair slowly, like nothing was wrong. I watched him, unable to believe how easy it was for him to pretend. How easy it was for him to lie. I raised the phone with trembling fingers and handed it to him. He looked at the screen. His smile faded for just a second. Then, to my shock, he smirked. A cold, cruel smirk. "Mmm hmm," he said lazily. "Yeah. Lisa is better in bed than you." My heart dropped even further. "And I'm going to her place now," he added, picking up his shirt like we were discussing the weather. My body froze, then suddenly exploded with emotion. "You have been sleeping with her all this while!" I screamed. "You cheated on me with my best friend? After everything I did for you?" He only shrugged. No apology. No regret. No shame. That silence hurt more than any lie could. I jumped off the bed and grabbed my clothes. My hands were clumsy, my vision blurry with tears. I did not care how I looked. I just wanted out. "Goodbye, Stacy," he said casually behind me, like I meant nothing. I slammed the door and ran into the night. Cold air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside my chest. Cars passed. People laughed. Music played from nearby buildings. The world was moving on like nothing happened, but my life had just been shattered. I walked without knowing where I was going. All I could think about was Arnold. The man I gave everything to. The man I trusted with my heart, my body, my future. I had changed my whole life for him. I had waited. I had obeyed rules. I had stayed pure because I believed in true love. He was supposed to be my forever. He was my first. And now he had turned me into nothing. The shame hurt. I had given my Virginity. He told me how good I was in bed. It was my first time, but I felt so good… I wanted more, not until I saw that text. I thought he loved me? No! He only wanted to get his way through me. My self-worth felt crushed. And Lisa? My best friend. My friend since childhood. She dare betray me like this? I couldn't even think anymore. My saliva was bitter, my stomach churned in agony. I kept walking until I saw the bright lights and noisy entrance of a bar. Without thinking, I walked inside. The air was heavy with alcohol and loud music. People were dancing, talking, laughing. I felt like a ghost among the living. I walked to the counter and leaned on it. "Beer," I whispered. The bartender handed me a glass. I drank it fast. Then another. And another. I stopped counting. I just wanted the pain to disappear. With each sip, my body felt lighter, my mind foggier. The sharp pain began to soften into confusion. Soon, I felt bold. I felt careless and even reckless. "Hey beautiful," a voice whispered close to my ear. I turned slowly and saw a tall blond man standing beside me. He looked strong and confident. His eyes were intense but not unkind. He smiled slightly. "Hi," I said, my words slurred. "You’re... gorgeous." He gave a small laugh. "You already said that when you walked in," he replied. His eyes looked me over, and I knew he could see my broken state. He knew I was hurting. And he also knew I was vulnerable. "I have a car outside," he said quietly. Normally, I would never follow a strange man. But tonight, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about danger. I didn’t care about my reputation. I didn’t care about anything. I just wanted to feel something other than pain. So I followed him. The night air was cold as we walked to his car. He opened the door, and I slid inside. He got in beside me, close enough that I could feel his heat. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was sudden, fast, and full of hunger. His hands touched my waist, and I felt a strange wave move through my body. Not love. Just raw need. A need to erase Arnold from my mind. I closed my eyes. "Please..." I whispered, not even knowing what I was truly asking for. Comfort? Escape? Forgetting? He murmured something soft, and his lips brushed my neck. I grabbed his shirt, holding on like I was drowning. My whole body felt overwhelmed with mixed emotions - Pain, anger, desire and confusion. "You are a naughty girl," he laughed softly. I shook my head. I wasn’t naughty. I was just broken. The moment that followed was not about love. It was about release. About letting go of everything that had been choking me. And there it was - the earth-shattering orgasm of my life. It came not with the man I loved and saved myself for, but in the back of a strange car, with a man whose name was unknown to me. And when it finally ended, my body felt weak, tired, but strangely lighter. For the first time, I felt warmth instead of pain. I leaned back against the seat, my eyes heavy. My mind stopped racing. My chest stopped aching so sharply. The noise of the world faded, and I let sleep take me.CHAPTER 9KIRK’S POVThe hospital hallway had never felt so long. Each step felt heavy, like my feet were dragging through water, even though my heart was racing ahead of me. Lisa was somewhere behind me, calling my name, trying to keep up, but I barely registered her presence. None of that mattered. None of it did.All that mattered was the woman behind that door.The woman who had been lying still and silent for days.The woman who had been trapped in a coma while I unraveled piece by piece.I pushed the door open without slowing down, my chest heaving, my lungs burning. For a split second, I was ready to drop to my knees in gratitude, to thank God, fate…anything that had given her back to me. I expected the same quiet, sterile room I had grown used to. The same machines. The same suffocating stillness.Instead, the air felt wrong, thick and heavy with tension.My eyes went straight to the bed, and my heart leaped violently when I saw Stacy’s eyes open. She was awake. She was real
CHAPTER 8 KIRK’S POVEverything inside me felt tangled, but I still followed Lisa when she asked if we could talk more. “Gosh! What are you doing, Kirk?” My heart screamed, but I kept following.Maybe I needed the break. Maybe I needed space from the hospital smell, from the fear, from everything that had been sitting on my chest for days. Or maybe I just didn’t want to think for a few hours. She headed toward the parking lot, and when she pressed her car key, her car blinked.I offered to use mine, trying to be polite, but she shook her head quickly. “No, I made the offer,” she said with a small smile. I didn’t argue. She always liked being the one in control of outings, and somehow, it felt like nothing had changed. I settled into the passenger seat, still feeling the weight of my earlier answer sitting on my chest like a stone.The drive felt strangely calm. The city buildings passed slowly, the sunlight warm on the glass. I looked out the window, thinking about Stacy, thinking a
Chapter 7KIRK’S POVIt had been a week, but nothing felt normal again. Every morning I walked into the hospital with a heavy chest, hoping today would be different. I kept thinking Stacy would suddenly open her eyes and smile like she used to, but each day she stayed the same, lying there quietly. The sound of the machines beside her had become something I could recognize without even looking.Her doctor said her body was strong, but sometimes strength wasn’t enough. Every day I sat beside her bed, talking to her like she could hear me. I told her about the weather, the nurses, even about how I couldn’t sleep well anymore. I didn’t know if any of it helped, but talking to her made me feel less useless. It made me feel like maybe she was still close somehow.My parents only came once since everything happened. At first I thought they were just busy, but as the days passed, I realized they simply didn’t care like I did. When I called them again to give an update, they spoke as if it
Chapter 6Kirk's povI stood there, staring at Stacy, but it felt like my heart wasn’t inside my chest anymore. It felt like someone had reached in and pulled it out with their bare hands.Everything around me went silent. I could see her crying, shaking, trying to explain… but my ears refused to hear anything.My own brother. My own blood.And the woman I had started to love… had slept with him too.My throat felt tight. I swallowed hard, but the pain sat there, heavy and sharp.Arnold stood behind her, almost amused. My mother looked disgusted. My father tried to act calm. But me? I was breaking inside. Completely.“Stacy…” I said softly, even though my voice sounded like someone else’s. “Why?”She reached for me immediately. “Kirk, please. I swear I didn’t know. I never planned any of this. I never…”“Enough,” I cut in quietly, my voice was as sharp as a sword.My voice shook. Not with anger—no, anger came later. Right now it was hurt. Pure hurt.Her tears fell harder, wetting her
Chapter 5STACY’S POVThat evening, my house felt colder than usual. I curled on the couch like a broken child, hugging my knees close to my chest.Hillary sat beside me, rubbing my back gently.“Stacy… please,” she whispered. “You can’t keep shutting him out like this.”“You don’t understand, Hill,” I sobbed. “He doesn’t care about me. He only cares about the baby.”“But he said he was looking for you before he even knew you were pregnant,” she argued softly. “What if he's real?”“He’s not,” I muttered bitterly. “No man is that good.”Before she could reply, a knock echoed through the room.My heart jumped. We both froze.“Were you expecting someone?” Hillary asked, her eyes snapping toward the door.I shook my head slowly, as I quickly wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks.Another knock came, firmer this time.My stomach twisted. Hillary stood up first. “Let me see who it is.”My breath caught as soon as she opened the door. He stood there - the stranger again.The man who had
Chapter 4STACY’S POVI cried for two straight days after leaving the hospital.Not the quiet kind of crying either. The choking type. The kind that steals your breath and makes your chest burn like fire. My eyes were swollen, my head throbbed, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw the doctor’s face smiling as he told me the words that had shattered my life.You are pregnant.The word followed me everywhere. It echoed in the walls. It crawled into my dreams. It mocked me when I tried to sleep.I sat before my laptop on the third morning, the screen glowed softly, but my vision blurred as tears threatened to return.RealTech. The place where I had given so much. The place where Arnold, the man I trusted with my heart, had betrayed me.I could not walk back into that office with this secret growing inside me. “Are you really sure about this?” Hillary asked softly as she placed a steaming cup of coffee beside the laptop.Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were filled with worry. She ha







