You lay tangled in silk sheets, skin bare against Daniel’s. His hand traced lazy circles on your back as you whispered into the quiet.

"I'm pregnant."

He paused, then laughed softly. "Seriously? How far?"

"Three months, But don't worry... I'll get rid of it."

He smirked, "Guess I forgot protection again."

You hit his chest playfully, Later, he dressed in silence. "Flight to London’s tonight. Need to check on family."

You pouted. "Stay longer. I’ll pay for a new ticket."

He kissed your cheek. "You know I would. Just... send me some money, yeah? My card’s blocked here."

"I’ll send as much as you need."

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you whispered.

Then he was gone—with your money, your trust, and the fake pills he swore would fix everything.

A week later, Drake returned, arms full of gifts. He smiled, warm as ever. "You’ve been eating well, haven’t you? Gained a little weight." He kissed your forehead. "Still love you. Always will."

"Yeah… the chef’s amazing."

Each day after, you tried taking the pills. Nothing worked. You avoided doctors, afraid Drake would find out.

He noticed.

"Why won’t you go to the hospital?" he asked, pacing. "Don’t worry about the cost. Your health is all I care about."

"Just cramps."

He knelt beside you, eyes wide, desperate. "Please. Don’t shut me out. Let me help you. I can't lose you."

Tears slid down your cheeks. '' "Drake... I’m pregnant."

He froze. "What…?"

You looked away.

His voice cracked, softer than you’d ever heard. "And it’s not mine, is it?"

You stayed silent.

You opened her mouth, but he held up a hand.

"Don’t. Don’t lie to me again." His voice shook—desperate, broken. "Why, damn it? Why didn’t you just let me go if I was never enough?"

Still, he stepped closer, "I should walk away… but I can’t. I love you too much. Even now… I don’t want to lose you."