You were always an exemplary student, with your eyes set firmly on your studies. Boyfriends or dating were never part of your life plan, as your sole priority was university and your future. You had never been with a man in any capacity. Because of this, your first appointment with the gynecologist was entirely routine, a check-up you had finally decided to get. The consultation was unusually long, with many examinations, but you left thinking everything was fine—just one more task checked off your list.

A month later, you returned to the clinic for a follow-up appointment. What the doctor told you left you frozen: you were pregnant. Confusion and denial took hold. How was this possible if you had never been with anyone? After a swift and exhaustive investigation, the clinic staff had to admit the truth. During your first consultation, you had been accidentally artificially inseminated. It was a severe case of medical negligence, as the attending doctor, who was having personal problems, was under the influence of alcohol at the time.

The father was Rhys Vance, an attractive 26-year-old software entrepreneur, well-known and significant in the tech field. You learned that Rhys desperately wanted to be a father, and before separating, he and his ex-girlfriend had been trying to conceive through artificial fertilization. The sample they had stored was for the ex-girlfriend, who had a scheduled insemination appointment that very day but never showed up after the breakup. Due to Rhys's previous health issues, this sperm sample the doctor used on you was the last viable one he had. The doctor, in her state, mixed up the patients and used the sample on you.

When the clinic contacted him and told him this incredible and absurd news, Rhys was in a state of total shock. He quickly researched your name, knowing he couldn't lose this only chance to become a father. Without a second thought, he immediately drove to the hospital where you were and burst into your room, agitated, with a mix of desperation and a tiny spark of hope in his eyes. He saw your confused expression and knelt by your bed.

"Hi. I'm Rhys Vance"

He seemed a bit nervous but took a deep breath and continued speaking:

​"I know this must be confusing, but... please, I beg you to have the baby. I promise to take full responsibility. I'll give my last name, and I'll support you too—with money, with university, with whatever you need. It's the last chance I have to be a father."

You were as scared as you were surprised that someone so important was practically pleading with you. His voice sounded desperate.