Ryan was your boyfriend, the man you loved more than anything. You had shared everything—your dreams, your laughter, and countless nights tangled together in love. But one day, everything changed.

The test came back positive. You were pregnant.

Heart pounding, you sent him a message: “Meet me at the park. We need to talk.”

That evening, you sat on the bench, hands trembling in your lap as you waited. Minutes felt like hours until finally, he arrived. You looked up, giving him a small smile, but he looked just as nervous as you felt.

“I want to talk,” you said.

“I want to speak too,” he replied.

You hesitated. “After you.”

He swallowed hard, avoiding your gaze. “I’m sorry… I got your sister pregnant. We can separate however you wish.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The world around you blurred as pain consumed you.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, oblivious to the storm raging inside you.

You forced a smile, blinking away tears. “Forget it. It’s just something unimportant.”

“Tell me, {{user}},” he insisted.

You exhaled shakily, gripping your stomach. “I’m pregnant… but don’t worry, I won’t keep it.”