Tasha sat up in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as Jack’s words echoed in her head. "You’re pregnant." It didn’t make sense…."How could she be pregnant?"...She had been careful, so careful, in fact, that she had taken care of things immediately after that night with Jack. All that blabbering that day at his office was just to hear and see how he'd react.There was no way this baby could be his. And even more confusing, she had still been getting her periods. Something didn’t add up.Jack was pacing near the window, clearly overwhelmed, running his hands through his hair, looking like he was about to lose it.Tasha could see the stress lines deepening on his face, but she had her own problems to think about. This pregnancy was news to both of them, but Tasha knew for sure that it couldn’t be Jack’s child. It had to be someone else. One of the other men she had been seeing in the chaos of her life…Tasha knew she had to talk to the doctor, figure out what was really going on.
Gracey sat in her cozy apartment in downtown Vancouver, staring at her phone. It had been months since she left for Canada, months since she had any real connection with her old life. Life had moved on, and so had she. Or at least, she thought she had. She scrolled through social media absentmindedly, pausing when a familiar name popped up, Richie. There he was, smiling in a photo, his arm wrapped around his beautiful woman. Leah. The caption read: "Engaged to the love of my life." Gracey’s heart sank momentarily. Not because she wanted Richie back. She’d accepted long ago that they were never meant to be. It was about everything that had happened between them. The years they were together and couldn't even love each other properly, the accident planned by her dad, and the pain that lingered in the air before and after they finally called it quits. It still stung in a way she didn’t expect. Her new boyfriend, Omari, walked in from the kitchen, carrying two cups of coffee
Tasha sat alone in the clinic, nervously tapping her foot against the tiled floor. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach, not from the pregnancy, but from the looming question in her mind. "Is Jack really the father of this baby? Or her other fling?"She hadn’t planned for any of this. Her life was already a mess, and the last thing she needed was to complicate Jack’s life too. But things had gone too far, and now, she had to find out if really this child belongs to Jack.She'd be happy if it was Jack's but will be more happier if it isn't his. Because Jack had warned her that he won't be involved if she eventually pops out one day and tell him she was pregnant.The door to the doctor's office opened, and Dr. Bennett walked in with a warm smile, clipboard in hand. "What can I do for you, Miss Tasha?"..."I'd love to find out if a DNA can be done at this stage of pregnancy?""Miss Tasha, you're almost at nine weeks now, if my calculations are right.""Yeah," Tasha mumble
Mariam sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone, though her mind wasn’t really on the screen, she has been thinking what could have led to Tasha fainting at work. And hope she isn’t pregnant with Jack’s child because of that sex they had.Since he was drunk, she bet he didn’t use any protection… “Oh, my goodness. I think I have been thinking a lot lately”… she muttered.Something had been off with Jack lately too, he has been cold towards her unlike the lovely and lively man she knew and she couldn’t shake the feeling. It had been days since they’d last spent any quality time together. And every phone call since then had felt…distant. “Was he avoiding me?”.. she asked herself again.Usually, Jack was full of energy, cracking jokes and making her laugh, never missing a chance to say “I love you” before they hung up. Now, there was none of that. He was cold, withdrawn, like he was carrying a burden he didn’t want to talk about. Mariam sighed and put her phone down… Sh
Jack and Tasha arrived at the hospital at exactly 9:50am. Jack sat stiffly on one of the plastic chairs, his eyes glued to the floor. Tasha, on the other hand, fidgeted with her phone, glancing at the door every few seconds, waiting for the nurse to return with the final, corrected result.A day ago, the hospital had given them the wrong result, which wrongly stated that Jack was the father. The shock of seeing that on paper had left both of them silent and confused. Jack had felt angry about the weight of the news that he wasn’t sure he could carry. “I don’t know what to expect anymore,” Tasha whispered, breaking the silence.Jack didn’t look up, his jaw clenched tightly. “I can’t believe we’re even here again. I just hope they results doesn't end up with the same thing again”Tasha sighed, resting her hand on her stomach. “I am sorry.. so sorry for what I did.. I know I didn't apologize for sleeping with you while you were wasted. I was still claiming my right when I was wrong.”J
Jack was pacing in his living room, heart racing as he checked the time for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Tonight had to be perfect. After all the chaos with Tasha and the DNA test, he had realized one thing, he couldn’t afford to lose Mariam. She was the love of his life, and he’d been a fool for letting anything come between them.And that is why he had to fix this dinner date.Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he straightened his collar and took a deep breath. He had planned everything for tonight. A quiet, intimate dinner at the rooftop restaurant where they had one of their first dates. The flowers were ready, the ring was in his pocket, and all he needed was for Mariam to say "yes."But first, he had to make things right with her.Mariam staring at her reflection in the mirror. Wasn’t sure what to expect tonight. Jack had apologized over the phone and asked her out for a dinner date.She wanted to believe that he had a good reason for the date. Maybe a prope
Alex couldn’t believe his luck or lack thereof as he walked up to Leah’s office building. By this time, he was sure they could have let their guard down a little.He had spent countless nights thinking about her, imagining how things could have been if he hadn’t screwed it all up. He wasn’t leaving until Leah listened to him. He had to convince her to take him back. "After all, who else would she be with? If not him"... he muttered.Walking into the lobby, Alex straightened his tie, the nerves starting to hit him. He knew Leah was still angry, but surely, she could be reasonable. Maybe if he just laid it all out, told her how much he missed her, she would reconsider.But as Alex reached the reception, something made him stop in his tracks. There, standing like a mountain of confidence, was Richie. Leah’s Richie, Leah’s baby.And he wasn't having it, seeing Alex’s face around his wife again. He had wanted to take care of this but since the guards were doing their job well. He kept qui
Richie eyes trailing Alex’s retreating figure as he disappears down the hallway. A satisfied smirk spread across Richie’s face. The look of pure shock on Alex’s face was priceless, but Richie wasn’t done yet. He had more to say, and it was something that had been long buried until now.He stood there for a few seconds, pondering his next move before he stepped forward, his tall frame catching up to Alex just before he reached the exit.“Alex!” Richie’s voice was calm but firm, making Alex stop in his tracks.Alex turned, wiping the sweat from his brow. His hands were still shaking from the emotional storm that had just hit him. “What now?” Alex asked, his voice barely steady.Richie took his time, walking slowly toward him, his presence giving the boss energy.“There’s something I think you should know,” Richie said, his tone laced with both amusement and something darker.Alex narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think I can take any more of this,” he muttered under his breath.Richie chuck
The day Leah had dreamed of for so long was finally here. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the garden where her wedding ceremony was about to take place. White flowers lined the aisle, their fragrance filling the air, and the gentle hum of music played in the background. Leah stood in front of the mirror, dressed in her wedding gown, her heart filled with excitement. She couldn't believe this moment had finally arrived. "You look beautiful," Mariam said, smiling as she adjusted the veil over Leah’s hair. "Like a princess straight out of a fairy tale." Leah laughed, her hands trembling slightly. "I feel like I’m dreaming." "No," Mariam shook her head. "This is real, Leah. You’re about to marry the love of your life, the father of your children. You deserve all of this and more." Leah’s eyes welled up with tears, and she turned to Mariam, "I don’t even know how to thank you, Mariam. After everything… I never thought I’d get here." Mariam took Leah’s hands in hers
Emily watched as the prison gates swung open and Mary was led inside. The cold, gray walls of the facility seemed to match the evil in her mother’s heart.She had stood there, frozen, feeling both resentment and a strange sadness. After everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure how to feel anymore."Can I talk to her for just a few minutes?" Emily asked the guard, her voice low but firm.The guard shook his head. "Sorry, ma’am, no visits right now."Emily’s chest tightened. "Please... just five minutes. I need to say something. It’s important."The guard sighed, looking at her for a moment before finally relenting. "Alright, five minutes. That’s all."Emily took a deep breath, watching as her mother was brought back out. Mary, now in her prison uniform, looked smaller somehow, as though the weight of her sins had physically shrunk her. Her face was blank, trying to maintain the cold front she had always worn, but her eyes were puffy, and it was clear she’d been crying.As Mary ap
The police stormed Ranson's hideout, catching him and his gang off guard. As they pinned him to the ground, one officer shouted, “You’re under arrest for attempted murder and conspiracy!” Ranson struggled, cursing under his breath, but he knew this day was coming. As they dragged him into the police car, his heart pounded. During the interrogation, it didn’t take long for Ranson to crack under pressure. With his hands trembling, he finally blurted out, “It was Mary. Mary! She’s the one who wanted Leah dead! I was just doing what I was paid for!”Detectives exchanged glances, already suspecting her involvement but now having the confirmation they needed. With Ranson’s confession, they raced to Mary’s house. She answered the door, looking composed as ever, but her face paled when she saw the officers."Mary," the lead detective said sternly, "you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Leah."Mary’s voice quivered as she tried to mask her fear with confusion. “What are you talking
Emily lay awake all night, she had been trying to process all her mother’s confession. The horror of it consumed her. Leah had been so innocent from the beginning, and then possibly dead because of her mother’s actions. She hadn’t agreed to any of it, she didn't even know her mother had gone that far as taking someone’s life yet she felt just as guilty. By morning, her stomach churned with nausea. She had to do something.When the first light of dawn filtered through her window, she got up, and made her way downstairs. Mary was already in the kitchen, making coffee, her expression smug as though nothing had changed.Emily’s heart pounded in her chest. She had no choice. She had to confront her mother."I’m turning myself in," Emily blurted out, her voice shaky but determined as she entered the kitchen.Mary froze for a second, her back to Emily. Slowly, she turned around, her face twisting into disbelief and shock. "What did you just say?" She asked."I said I’m turning myself in,
The door creaked open, and in walked Mary, her expression triumphant as usual. Emily stiffened, sensing that something was off. Mary’s eyes were gleaming with a satisfaction that made Emily uneasy."Emily," Mary started, her voice dripping with excitement. "I’ve got news for you. Finally, everything has fallen into place."Emily blinked, unsure of where this was going. "What are you talking about, mom?"Mary sat down, a little too close to Emily, and leaned in. "Leah," she whispered, her voice cold and sinister. "It seems like she’s finally gone. No one has heard anything. No news. It’s been weeks. She’s probably dead, and they haven’t found her body yet."Emily’s heart stopped for a moment. She stared at her mother, wide-eyed, her mind racing. She had been angry at Leah for years, jealous even, but wishing her dead? That wasn’t something she wanted. Not like this."How? What happened?"... Emily asked.Mary continued, oblivious to Emily’s shock. "I told you, didn’t I? That girl was al
Richie stood at Leah's bedside two weeks after the accident, watching as she slept. Her breathing was steady, and her face looked peaceful. The machines surrounding her were no longer terrifying to him; they were signs of progress now. Signs that she was getting better. He smiled faintly, remembering how much darker everything seemed just days ago.The boys were sitting in the corner of the room, playing with some toys Dazzle had brought for them to keep them occupied.They were quieter than usual, but Richie could tell they were just as hopeful as he was. They had been through so much these days, yet they still managed to be helpful in ways they could.The doctor came in, his clipboard in hand, and gave Richie a nod before checking on Leah’s vitals. “She’s doing much better,” the doctor said, scribbling something down. “The baby’s fine as well. Everything looks good.”Richie exhaled slowly, letting all his worries out “Thank God,” he whispered. “But… her head? How’s the injury?”The
Richie stood by Leah’s bedside, his entire body shaking as he cried. The pain was unbearable, the thought of losing her too much to handle. The boys, their innocent faces wet with tears, clung to Richie as they looked at their mother lying so still on the bed."Dad… is Mom going to be alright?" one of the boys, his voice small and frightened, asked between sobs.Richie could barely answer. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, burying his face in his hands. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t stop the flood of tears. "God, please…" Richie began, his voice breaking with every word. "Save Leah. Please… I’ll be a good husband, I promise. I’ll take care of our kids… I’ll do anything you want me to, just save my wife. Please, God… don’t take her from us."The boys began to wail too, their small voices filling the room with a heartbreaking sound. Richie’s tears fell even harder, his hands gripping Leah’s cold fingers. "Leah, please come back to us… pl
Richie stood in the cold, sterile hallway of the hospital, his hands trembling as he held Leah’s belongings in a small, unassuming plastic bag. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his heart aching everything that had happened. He couldn’t believe how quickly his world had fallen apart. Just days ago, Leah was smiling, and now… now he was standing here, lost in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.He pulled out the small stack of documents from her bag, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wasn't sure what the result of the medical documents might be. Maybe it was something routine, he thought, something insignificant. But as he opened the folder, his breath caught in his throat.There it was, staring back at him in black and white; Leah was five weeks pregnant.Richie blinked, unable to process the words for a moment. "Pregnant? Five weeks?"..He collapsed into the nearest chair, his hands clutching the papers as if they might offer some explanation. His vision blurre
Richie’s hand trembled as he hung up the phone, the news had hit him so bad. His mind spun, struggling to process what he had just been told. Leah, his Leah, was hurt badly. The details were still unclear, but it was serious enough for Dazzle to call the family in a panic.His legs suddenly were too weak to hold him up. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat heavier than the last. Grabbing his phone, Richie immediately canceled all his upcoming seminars and meetings, sending quick emails to his assistants. They would have to figure out the rest on their own. Leah was his priority now. Without wasting another second, he booked the earliest flight back home, his fingers shaking as he typed in his information.Meanwhile, Dazzle was pacing outside the hospital room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He had already called everyone in the family, delivering the horrible news. Their father, Mr. Leo had been silent on the phone, but Dazzle could hear the pain and fear in his fat