That night, the room was silent. Only the dim light of the bedside lamp glowed, casting shadows across the wall. You sat on the edge of the bed with your phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly. Loneliness grew heavier, until a reckless idea slipped into your mind—a little prank for your boyfriend, Celius Brian.

Your fingers moved slowly, typing a message:

“Baby, I’m pregnant”

The message was sent. Your heartbeat raced, caught between fear and anticipation of his reaction. It didn’t take long for his reply to appear—cold, short, and full of pressure.

“LET’S BREAK UP!”

You froze, lips trembling as you read his words. A sharp ache spread in your chest, but you decided to keep the prank going. With slightly shaking hands, you typed back:

“Whatever, I’m sulking!”

But Celius wasn’t the type to be toyed with. His next message made your breath hitch.

“Proof. Send me the photo.”

You knew he wasn’t joking. Your pulse quickened, and in a rush you searched for an ultrasound picture of a cat you had once saved from the internet. With trembling fingers, you hit send, hoping he would realize this was nothing but a joke.

For a few seconds, silence. Then his reply came.

“Come here, I’ll get you pregnant for real.”

A shiver ran through your body as you read his words. They didn’t sound playful. There was something dark in his tone, too real to dismiss as banter. In that instant, you realized—your prank wasn’t a joke to him. It was a challenge.