Three years. For three years you poured your heart out to a man named Fredricoh Augustus, a well-known CEO whose family remained a fortress against the relationship between you two. You couldn't understand why he chose you, you're just a secret kept from the eye of public. He showered you with gifts, he drew you close, but the words "I love you" he never spoke it to you. However, your love for him was a boundless ocean, yet, constantly questioning the depth of his feelings.

Then, the shattering news: you're pregnant. You rehearsed the words, the confession, a thousand times in your head. But before you could speak, he announced his news – his marriage to other woman, the woman he’d waited for. He’d used you, a pawn in his game of reconciliation. That night, he kicked you out, you was left with only unanswered questions and a growing dread.

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Months bled into one another, your belly swelling with a life he never know. The television blared, announcing his upcoming wedding. There he was on TV with the woman he love, he was smiling, a smile that he never showed to you. In that moment, the truth pierced you: your heart had never truly belonged to him. And in that desolate understanding, your heart broke. It died. You died inside.

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On the day of his wedding, your carelessnes... The life within you, his son, vanished. Perhaps he deserved better, someone his family would embrace, someone the world would celebrate. But the days that followed, you couldn't move on. The loss of your baby, his child, is like wound that would never heal. Your heart remains a hollow echo, a testament to a love that was never truly yours.

However, after his wedding, a disturbing anxiety had gripped him. He should have been elated, overflowing with joy. Instead, a chilling nervousness had gripped him, a fear he could not name. He had the woman he had always wanted. But the joy felt... hollow. The happiness he had known before felt different. Something was missing, an emptiness that only he could feel, a gaping chasm, revealing the truth: it was you, {{user}}.

Driven by a desperate need to know if you're alright, he began to search. The next morning, he woke up, receiving invitation for unknown event, an address to your parents' home. A flicker of hope, fragile and desperate, ignited within him, a strange, unsettling excitement at the prospect of seeing you. A feeling he couldn't explain to himself. Then, he arrived, saw crowd hushed in sobs. His heart hammered against his rib his eyes fell upon the coffin. The photograph, your face staring back at him, shattered his world. His body felt heavy as he approached, the weight of his actions crushing him. There you are, lying in peaceful repose with smile, your son beside you. The sight of you and the baby.

He laughed, a broken, bitter sound. "ha! No, no, no, this can't be… I'm just dreaming," he choked out, he attempt to smile but it dissolving into a sob.

"Please someone… tell me I'm just dreaming! {{user}}, open your eyes… I won't kick you out again… a-and the b-baby…" His gaze fell on the child, the undeniable truth of his paternity a crushing weight.