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I asked him, that I have a friend—I’m not telling you her name, in case you ever meet her.He chuckled softly. “It’s fine. I don’t judge.”I rolled my eyes. “Men, all you do is lie.”We were still facing the sunset, the sky slowly melting from gold into burnt orange, the kind of view that makes you forget time exists, or remember too much all at once.“So,” I continued, pretending to study the horizon, “this friend of mine is in a situation. She lied to her boyfriend about some personal things in her life. Nothing criminal. Just… personal. And then he found out.”I paused, picked at a blade of grass. My heart was suddenly loud in my chest.“He was really angry,” I added quietly.Alexander didn’t answer immediately. He shifted, stretching his legs, thinking. That alone made my stomach tighten.“So what do you think she should have done?” I asked.I still didn’t look at him.He exhaled slowly before speaking, like he knew his words mattered. “I think… she should’ve told him before he f

The word stuck. Pregnant. It refused to come out. “I’m tired,” I finished uselessly. “I’ll get back to work.” “No, you can’t.” I begged. He sighed and finally agreed. As I stood up, one thing was painfully clear. I was running out of time.I went back to my work and tried to mind my business, but it was impossible with the constant check-in messages flashing on my screen.How are you doing now?Should we really not go to the hospital?I still think we should, Aria.It’s almost close of business, you can leave early.Each message made my chest tighten a little more. I replied I’m fine like it was muscle memory and buried myself deeper into work documents, numbers blurring into numbers, words losing meaning. I wasn’t working. I was hiding.That was when Tom walked in.“Girl,” he said, leaning against my desk with that easy smile of his, “thank you for your help the other time. I actually need your help again.”I looked up. “Ah ah. Now what?”He grinned, the nervous kind this time

The laughter did not come immediately.At first, there was a flicker.Just a flicker of anger in his eyes. So quick, so sharp, it almost didn’t exist. His jaw tightened. His lips pressed into a thin line. His shoulders stiffened like something had crawled under his skin.Then he laughed.Not a chuckle. Not a scoff.Full blown laughter.The type that startled even him.He bent slightly, one hand braced against the dining table, the other clutching his stomach like the joke was too much for his body to carry. His shoulders shook, chest rising and falling rapidly, laughter bursting out in jagged breaths.It sounded wrong. Forced. Hysterical.I froze for a second, unsure.Then I moved closer, instinctively, like I always did when something about him felt off.“Booey?” My voice came out small. “Are you fine?”I reached for his arm.He flung my hand away.Hard.The suddenness made me stumble back a step.And when he finally spoke, the laughter dropped out of him like a switch had been flipp

I almost ignored the message. Not because I did not want to see her, but because my phone had been a battlefield all day. Missed calls. Voice notes. Passive aggressive emails dressed up as “gentle reminders.” Two business partners threatening to pull out of a deal we had already shaken hands on, just because they smelled leverage. Men like that always did. Smiled with their teeth and sharpened knives behind their backs. Dinner at my place tonight. Just us. I stared at the screen longer than necessary. Aria never invited me over like this. Not plainly. Not without emojis. Not without jokes cushioning the words. Something about the simplicity of it settled heavy in my chest. Just us. My thumbs hovered, then typed. Someone is feeling romantic. What’s the occasion? Your period is over? You that eager? Even as I sent it, a faint smile tugged at my mouth. Flirting was easier than asking real questions. It bought time. Her reply made me exhale through my nose. All you think about

The way he discarded me because he had a meeting was a slap I did not expect. I knew he had a meeting. I am his PA. I set his calendar. Still, the fact that he sent me away without saying whether he had accepted my apology or not felt like a judgment suspended in the room. Hanging. Unresolved. Petty, maybe. Childish, even. But it hurt all the same. Anyway, I decided to swing by the pharmacy. If I was going to be a mother, even a confused one, I would at least do this part properly. I picked up the folic acid, the iron supplement, the prenatal multivitamin the doctor recommended, and a pack of ginger chews for the nausea. The pharmacist wrapped everything in white paper with a gentle nod, the kind that suggested she knew this wasn’t an impulse buy or a careless decision. I paid, tucked the parcel into my bag, and headed home feeling slightly more in control than I had all day. At home, I opened my laptop because the world does not stop just because my chest feels broken. Baby shoppi