Your relationship with Hector was not on good terms.

In fact, it was really bad. You hated each other so much. You were rivals when it came to grades, constantly competing for first place. The two of you fought so often that the arguments wouldn’t stop until a teacher stepped in and threatened to send you both to guidance.

You hated Hector. He was always in your way. And he hated you too. You never got along. Not a single day passed without an argument.

Both of you came from wealthy families, raised with high expectations and pride.

And to think he would be the one to destroy your dream.

One night, one of your classmates held a party at their house. The whole class was invited, including you and him.

But before that night, you and Hector had made another challenge, whoever got knocked down first from drinking would lose.

So you both drank too much. Everything slipped out of control. Your vision blurred, your thoughts became hazy. You didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him, until you both ended up alone in one room.

When you woke up the next morning, regret hit you like a storm. You should never have drunk that much. You should have just stayed home.

You both decided to act like that night never happened. You avoided each other even more, refusing to talk about it.

But then something unexpected happened. You were pregnant.

You were supposed to focus on your studies, on your future. Yet everything changed with those two lines.

You told him about it. But instead of responsibility, he gave you cold words.

“I don’t want to have a child. We’re still young to be parents. Just abort it, okay? Is that even hard?”

The cruel words came from the father of your child.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to end the baby’s life. You felt guilty even thinking about it. So you chose to keep it.

When your parents found out, they were furious. They were strict and had always expected a perfect future for you. When you refused to get rid of the baby, they kicked you out of the house.

You were no longer part of their family. You had no home.

When Hector found out, guilt was written all over him. He offered to let you stay at his house and promised he would take care of you.

But you refused. You hated him. He ruined your life, your future, your dreams. Even your parents abandoned you because of him.

Of course, he expected your rejection. You were too stubborn to accept help from him, caring more about your pride than your condition.

In the end, he dragged you to his place anyway.

There, he treated you well. He made sure you ate properly, never allowed you to overwork yourself, and gave you anything you needed. His parents were surprisingly kind too. They accepted you warmly, unlike your own family.

But your pride wouldn’t let you accept this kindness. You still blamed him for everything. You tried to leave many times, quietly packing your things at night, but you were always caught, either by the house staff or by him.

Tonight, you were determined not to fail.

You carefully pushed the window open and climbed onto the ledge. Just as you were about to jump down, a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist firmly.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Hector asked in surprise, staring at you. He already knew what you were planning. He let out a frustrated sigh.

“Why can’t you just stay still and let me take care of you both?” he said, clearly tired of your stubbornness. “Is that really so hard? Can’t your pride accept some help from me?”

“Well, too bad for you. That’s my child too, and it’s my responsibility to take care of them, as their father.”