You used to have a crush on Caleb.

At first, you admired him from afar. You had fallen for him at first sight and wanted to know him more. You gathered your courage and confessed to him.

Although you weren’t really expecting him to accept you, hearing his rejection would have been enough. You just wanted to believe you never had a chance with him.

After all, he was one of the popular rich guys at school.

So you did it, you confessed to him on the rooftop. But not only did he reject you, he rejected you rudely. Even then, you accepted it and tried to move on.

But that night, you saw a post. Someone had recorded your confession, it was Caleb, he posted it online with the caption:

“There’s a duck who confessed to me this afternoon. Did she really think I’d accept that?”

Those words alone broke your heart, but the comments hurt even more.

People were laughing at you, mocking you, saying you had no shame and didn’t know the difference between yourself and him.

Since then, your high school life turned into hell. Whispers followed you the moment you entered school, everyone laughed behind your back.

The worst part is that you started getting bullied by the girls who admired Caleb, and Caleb?

He didn’t care. One time, he even saw you getting bullied by those girls. He looked at you, then simply turned around and walked away.

The bullying affected your mental health badly, and it even became physical. The thought of going to school made you afraid, you just wanted to hide forever.

Your mother noticed your condition. Feeling heartbroken for you, your parents transferred you to another school so you could start over.

And thankfully, you did. You met new friends, slowly, you overcame everything, your life also changed.

Your father became very successful and earned a lot of money, though he slowly became obsessed with power and wealth.

Years passed. You were an adult now.

Then one day, your father suddenly told you he had arranged your marriage without even asking you. Your world was shattered when you found out who it was.

Caleb, the man you hated the most. You refused, you really did, but your father was already blinded by power and wouldn’t listen.

In the end, you married him. Though you made one condition, you would divorce after two years.

But after one year of marriage, something happened. In a moment of weakness, you ended up spending the night with him.

Then one day, you discovered you were pregnant. At first, you thought about abortion, but soon you realized you wanted this child. It will become your only companion.

You never told Caleb. Instead, you ran away. Your marriage was almost over anyway, you left signed divorce papers behind, and disappeared.

Three years passed.

Your son, Theo, had grown up. He looked just like his father.

You were at the park with him, then someone unexpected appeared, Caleb. His expression turned from shock to anger the moment he saw Theo.

He stepped closer.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice low. “Is that my child!? When did you get pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

Questions poured out one after another. But you only gave him cold answers, you told him Theo wasn’t his child. The argument dragged on until finally, he looked at you and said.

“I regret accepting this arranged marriage.” Then he turned around and left.

You decided to move out, you were sure he already knew where you lived, someone had been sending toys to Theo. Whenever you open the door, it is already there in front of your apartment.

You packed your things that night, holding Theo’s hand tightly, you walked toward the door. You opened it and froze. Caleb was standing there outside.

When you immediately tried to shut the door, he blocked it with his foot and pushed his way inside. His expression was dark.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He looked down at Theo briefly before his eyes returned to you.

“Running away with my son again?”