The morning light was too bright, piercing through the thin curtains of my tiny apartment. I winced as I rolled over, the dull ache in my head reminding me of the wine I’d had the night before. I blinked, trying to push the remnants of sleep away as I stared up at the ceiling. It was still strange to wake up here, in this small space that I now called home.
Three months had passed since that night with Lukas. Three months since I had walked away from everything I had ever known. I had moved across the city, as far from my family as I could manage, and rented this tiny one-bedroom apartment with the little money I had left. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I had found a job shortly after moving in, working as an assistant at a large multinational company. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills and, most importantly, it kept me under the radar. I wasn’t sure if my family was still looking for me, but I wasn’t taking any chances. The last thing I needed was to be dragged back into that nightmare. My thoughts wandered back to Lukas, as they often did in the quiet moments. I had tried to forget about him, to push that night out of my mind, but it wasn’t easy. There were too many unanswered questions, too many things I wished I could say to him. But I knew I couldn’t dwell on it. I had made my choice, and I had to live with it. With a sigh, I pushed myself out of bed and padded across the cold floor to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was a familiar stranger—tired eyes, dark circles, and hair that desperately needed attention. I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would wake me up enough to face the day. As I got ready for work, I tried to focus on the routine, the small tasks that kept my mind occupied. Shower, dress, make a quick breakfast. Each step brought me closer to feeling like I was in control, like I was managing just fine on my own. But that illusion shattered as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. The moment I smelled the coffee brewing, my stomach lurched, and I barely made it to the sink before the nausea hit. I gagged, my body trembling as I clung to the counter for support. This wasn’t the first time it had happened. For the past few mornings, I had woken up feeling queasy, but I had chalked it up to stress or a stomach bug. But today was different. Today, a cold fear settled in my chest as the realization began to take shape. I couldn’t ignore the signs any longer. I knew what this could mean, and the thought terrified me. With shaking hands, I fumbled for my phone and dialed the number of the nearest pharmacy. I asked the pharmacist about pregnancy tests, my voice barely steady. She rattled off the information I needed, and I hung up quickly, my mind racing. I couldn’t afford to panic—not yet. I needed to be sure before I let myself spiral into fear. I grabbed my coat and bag, barely pausing to lock the door behind me as I rushed out of the apartment. The pharmacy wasn’t far, just a few blocks away, but the walk felt endless. When I finally arrived, I hurried through the aisles, avoiding eye contact with anyone as I found the tests. I grabbed a couple of boxes, my hands trembling as I paid for them. The cashier didn’t say a word, but I could feel her eyes on me as I shoved the tests into my bag and hurried out. Back in my apartment, I felt like the walls were closing in on me. The silence was suffocating as I locked myself in the bathroom and stared down at the boxes in my hands. My heart pounded in my chest as I tore one open, the instructions blurring before my eyes. Just get it over with, I told myself. It’s better to know than to wonder. I followed the instructions mechanically, my hands shaking the entire time. And then, all I could do was wait. Those few minutes felt like hours, each second ticking by in agonizing slow motion. I tried to prepare myself for the possibility, to think about what I would do if the test was positive. But the thoughts were too overwhelming, too frightening. When the timer finally went off, I forced myself to look at the results. The two faint pink lines stared back at me, clear as day. Pregnant. The world tilted, and I sank down onto the cold bathroom floor, my breath coming in shallow gasps. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not like this. I wasn’t ready—I hadn’t even thought about the possibility. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, as if trying to connect with the life growing inside me. Lukas. The realization hit me like a freight train. This child—these children, my mind corrected—were his. I could still hear the doctor’s voice from the appointment I’d had earlier that week, confirming not just one heartbeat, but two. Twins. I felt a rush of emotions, all tangled together—fear, disbelief, a strange sense of awe. How could this be real? How could one night change everything so completely? And what was I supposed to do now? A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, none of them making any sense. How could I raise two children on my own? What would happen when my family found out? What would Lukas think—if he ever found out? I had tried so hard to leave that night behind, to start fresh, but now it was impossible. This was real, and I couldn’t run from it. I had to make a decision, and I had to make it fast. But as I sat there on the cold bathroom floor, clutching the positive test in my hand, I realized that I didn’t have any answers. I was completely lost, with no idea where to turn or what to do next. The fear threatened to swallow me whole, but beneath it, there was something else—a tiny flicker of hope. I placed a hand over my stomach again, feeling the warmth there, the beginning of something new. This wasn’t what I had planned, but maybe, just maybe, it was a chance to start over in a way I hadn’t expected. But before I could even begin to figure things out, I had to tell Lukas. The thought sent a wave of panic through me, but I knew I couldn’t avoid it. He had a right to know, and I had a responsibility to face the consequences of that night. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, going through the motions of my routine without really being present. Work was a blur, and I barely made it through without breaking down. By the time I got home, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. I didn’t know how to reach Lukas—where to start, what to say. But I knew that hiding wasn’t an option. This was bigger than me, bigger than my fears. I had to find him, to tell him the truth, and to figure out what came next. As I lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, I tried to imagine what the future would look like. It was terrifying and uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope. I didn’t know how Lukas would react, or what our lives would become, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t alone anymore. And that gave me the strength I needed to face whatever was coming.The days after my discovery passed in a blur of anxiety and uncertainty. Every morning, I would wake up hoping that the past few weeks had been a nightmare, but the gentle ache in my lower back and the persistent nausea were harsh reminders that this was real. I was pregnant—with twins—and there was no escaping the truth anymore.I knew I had to tell Lukas, but the thought of facing him filled me with dread. How was I supposed to break the news? How would he react? Would he even care, or would he dismiss it as a consequence of a one-night stand? The fear of the unknown gnawed at me, making it hard to focus on anything else.At work, I found myself constantly distracted, my thoughts drifting back to Lukas. It had been months since that night, and I had no idea how to find him. We hadn’t exchanged numbers, and all I knew was his first name. The chances of running into him again seemed impossibly slim, and part of me wondered if that was for the best. Maybe it was better to leave things
The conversation with Lukas left me more rattled than I expected. As I walked out of his office, I couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze lingering on me, as if he was trying to decipher what had just happened. My heart was pounding, and I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief that I’d finally told him the truth, and anxiety over what would come next.I took the elevator down to the lobby, my mind spinning with thoughts of the twins, Lukas, and what this all meant for my future. The weight of the situation felt heavier with each step I took. I could hardly believe that just a few months ago, my life had been so simple, and now I was walking out of my boss’s office after telling him I was pregnant with his children. It all felt surreal.The crisp evening air hit me as I stepped out of the building, and I wrapped my coat tighter around me. The streets were bustling with people heading home from work, and the city was alive with its usual energy. But tonight, I felt detached from it a
The moment I stepped out of the alley, my heart was still racing from the encounter with Aaron. I knew I couldn’t just go home and pretend everything was fine. I needed to talk to someone, someone who could help me think clearly. Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and dialed Sophia’s number. She picked up on the third ring.“Irina? It’s been ages! How are you?” Sophia’s voice was warm and familiar, like a comforting blanket on a cold night.“I’m okay, Sophia,” I lied, my voice trembling. “I really need to see you. Can we meet?”There was a brief pause, and then she said, “Of course. Where are you?”“I’m not far from the old café we used to go to. Can you meet me there?”“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she replied, her tone serious now. “Don’t move. I’m coming.”I hung up and started walking toward the café. The streets were quieter now, with only a few people milling about. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened—Lukas, the twins, Aaron’s warning. And no
After my talk with Sophia, I felt slightly more grounded, but the weight of my situation remained heavy. I needed to discuss everything with Lukas, but I was afraid of what would happen when he learned the full truth. The idea of leaving the state seemed like my only option, and I needed Lukas to understand why.When Lukas showed up at my apartment later that evening, his face was a mix of concern and determination. He greeted me with a gentle kiss on the cheek, and I could see the worry in his eyes.“How are you holding up?” Lukas asked, his voice soft as he guided me inside.“I’m managing,” I said, trying to sound more composed than I felt. “I’ve been thinking about what to do next.”“Good. We need a plan,” Lukas said, looking around my modest apartment. “I’ve been thinking, too.”I led him to the living room and offered him a seat. I sat down opposite him, my heart pounding as I prepared to explain my plan.“I’ve decided that it’s best if I leave the state,” I began, choosing my wo
The sharp knock on my door jolted me awake at 3 a.m. I squinted at the clock on my nightstand, barely registering the time before the knock came again, more insistent this time. I had barely slept, exhausted from the stress of the day and the preparations for the move. I had finally drifted off, only to be woken by this unexpected disturbance.Groggy and disoriented, I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table. The screen glowed softly in the dim light, revealing a text from Lukas that I had missed. It was a simple message: “Just wanted to remind you that I’ll pick you up in the morning. Everything is set for the move.”Relief washed over me at the thought of Lukas arriving soon. I assumed he must have arrived early, wanting to get a head start on our journey. I quickly threw on a robe and shuffled to the door, my mind racing with anticipation for the morning ahead.I unlocked the door and opened it, expecting to see Lukas standing there with his reassuring smile. Instead, I was met w
The door clicked shut behind me, and for a moment, I just stood there in silence, staring at the cold walls of the bedroom they had locked me in. My heart pounded in my chest, the panic that I had been trying to suppress rising up again. I felt trapped. The room felt smaller with every passing second, its bare walls suffocating me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my thoughts racing. My phone had been taken from me the moment we arrived. Viktor’s men had confiscated it, leaving me completely cut off from the outside world. From Lukas. From any chance of escape.The air in the room felt heavy, weighed down by the tension that hung over me. I knew that I had to be careful. No one here knew about the twins. No one here knew about Lukas. And I had to keep it that way.For now.I couldn’t let them find out. If Viktor knew I was pregnant—if he knew there was someone else—there would be no escape. They would use that against me, leverage it to tie me to this nightmare forever. They were already
The door creaked open, and I tensed, already knowing who it would be. My mother slipped in quietly, her expression caught between forced warmth and sternness.“Irina,” she began, her voice coaxing, almost as if I were a reluctant child. “We need to talk.”I clenched my hands in my lap, keeping my voice steady. “What is it, Mother?”Her eyes flickered with irritation at my cold tone, but she masked it quickly, replacing it with a too-sweet smile. “It’s time you and Viktor spend proper time together. The two of you must start bonding if you’re to make this marriage work.”I forced myself to remain calm. “We don’t need a formal dinner for that.”“But we do,” she insisted, her voice firm. “This is about more than just the two of you, Irina. Viktor has given us a way out of our problems. Show some gratitude.” Her expression hardened. “I’ve arranged a formal dinner for tonight. Just the three of us. You’ll sit beside Viktor and start acting like the dutiful fiancée I know you can be.”Anger
As I closed the door to my bedroom, I allowed myself a single shaky breath. The formal dinner was finally over. Viktor’s words, his smug glances, his possessive touches—they still clung to me like a second skin, leaving me both exhausted and nauseous. I leaned against the door, pressing a hand to my abdomen, feeling a flicker of strength despite the suffocating tension that had filled the evening.But the peace didn’t last long. I heard footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, before my mother’s voice cut through the quiet.“Irina,” she said, her tone unnervingly calm. “We need to have a word.”She didn’t wait for an invitation. She simply pushed the door open and strode in, her gaze sharp and probing, her mouth set in a thin line. I straightened, forcing myself to look composed, even as my heart began to pound.“Of course, Mother,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.She shut the door behind her, crossing her arms as she studied me. There was something different in her eyes tonigh