Chapter 4: A familiar voice

Ophelia's Point Of View

At first, everything felt slow and gentle between us, but then he began to kiss me with a wild passion, pulling me in close and exploring every corner of my lips with his.

It felt overwhelming, and I didn't know how to handle the way my heart was beating. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, desperate to hold in the sounds that bubbled up inside me.

"Let it out, Ophelia. You don't need to keep it in," he said softly, leaning down to kiss my neck with such intensity.

I finally let out a soft moan, not realizing that he caught the smirk that crossed his face right before he lifted me up and placed me on the table, devouring my lips as if he couldn't get enough.

Suddenly, he stopped, looking deep into my eyes, and then touching our foreheads together. "Should I?" he asked, his voice a mix of hesitation and eagerness.

I nodded shamelessly, my heart a whirlwind of emotions. I still wanted to clear the air with him. Confusion, sadness, and happiness tangled together inside me as he lifted me effortlessly, letting my legs wrap around his waist.

We kissed again, and he carefully walked us into a nearby room.

Once inside, he pressed me against the wall, savoring every kiss he shared with me. It felt electrifying.

He seemed to want to say something important, but instead, he gently laid me back on the bed. His hands moved quickly, removing his shirt as he unzipped my dress with an impatient urgency.

I froze for a moment, captivated by the way his striking gray eyes looked at me, filled with a mix of desire and something softer.

"Please be gentle; it's my first time," I managed to say nervously, and I could see the surprise flash across his face. But instead of pulling back, he continued, unzipping my dress completely, leaving us both vulnerable and bare.

As weeks slipped by, I tried my best to push that night from my mind, insisting to myself it was just a mistake, a fleeting moment that would never happen again.

But the next day, when I woke up and realized what had happened, panic struck me like a lightning bolt. I bolted from his place, not wanting to face him, and he didn’t call or try to find me either.

Today, I left the grocery store, and out of nowhere, I suddenly felt really sick to my stomach.

I couldn’t believe I was feeling this way, so I quickly turned around and rushed to a corner where I had to throw up. I was thinking, "What is happening to me lately?" I felt lost and confused, questioning everything.

Then, something hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I gasped, realizing, "It has been such a long time since I had my period!"

In a hurry, I dashed into a nearby supermarket, putting on a mask to hide my panic.

I desperately needed a pregnancy test to know what was going on. My heart was racing fast, filled with a mix of fear and curiosity as thoughts swirled in my mind.

After grabbing the test, my hands trembled with fear as I hurried out.

As I stepped out of my car, my heart was racing. I hurried inside, feeling a rush of emotions, and made my way straight to the bathroom.

Once I was in there, I found myself staring at the pregnancy test kit, my heart beating quickly in my chest.

A nervous feeling washed over me as I thought, "What if it really is true? What if I’m actually pregnant?" I tried to convince myself that it could just be something like a fever, something harmless.

But the more I reflected on that strange night with the unusual man, the stronger my desire became to know the truth, to find out if I was indeed pregnant.

I couldn’t help but tap my foot on the cold floor over and over again, a sign of my jittery anxiety as I waited, feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure of what was about to happen.

I felt a mix of curiosity and deep, crushing nerves all swirling inside me.

All I wanted was to mend things between Berry and me.

She had been so supportive and had believed in me, and now here I was facing this terrifying possibility!

With my heart beating in my ears, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly for a brief moment.

Then, with shaky hands, I opened my eyes slowly. What I saw struck me like a bolt of lightning: two clear lines on the test. My breath caught in my throat, and I quickly covered my mouth to stifle a gasp, trying not to let out a scream. In a frenzy of fear and confusion, I sprinted out of the bathroom where I had locked myself away, consumed by this overwhelming news for what felt like thirty minutes.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, my eyes widened with disbelief.

There was Berry, locked in an intense kiss with Caroline, their lips moving together as if they were the only two people in the world.

A deep, painful feeling filled up my chest, and I could almost hear the sound of my heart shattering into countless tiny pieces.

I stood there, frozen, watching their intimate moment unfold. “Berry… Berry,” I called out, my voice trembling and filled with anguish, completely unaware that I was still clutching the pregnancy test tightly in my hand.

Even though my voice was choked with sobs, neither Berry nor Caroline seemed to notice my cries.

Their actions pierced my heart again and again, like daggers digging in deeper.

“Caroline!” I shouted in frustration, my voice echoing in the room as both of them turned to look at me.

Berry’s expression was full of rage, and Caroline wore a smug, self-satisfied grin on her face that made my skin crawl.

I watched as their gazes landed on the pregnancy test still clutched in my hand, and it hit me hard: I hadn’t hidden it from them at all. In a flash, Berry rushed toward me, fury visible on his face as he snatched the test away from me.

“How dare you!” he yelled, his anger boiling over as he smashed the test onto the ground, shattering it into pieces.

“So you really went ahead and slept with him,” Caroline sneered, her words dripping with contempt. Berry was about to lash out at me, his fists clenched, when suddenly his phone rang.

The sound cut through the tension like a sharp knife.

He picked up the call, his mood darkening even more, and put it on speaker.

“What do you want? I’ve already told you to never call me!” Berry bellowed, his voice filled with irritation.

“Son, I just came back to the city and I want us to meet,” came a deep, husky voice over the phone, sending chills down my spine.

“After seven very long years, you decide to come back now!” Berry shouted, his voice full of disbelief and anger. In a fit of rage, he abruptly hung up the phone, leaving me shocked and startled.

All at once, my head filled with questions and emotions. I was confused, trying to make sense of everything, as that voice on the phone seemed so familiar.

It was like a memory from long ago that I had buried deep down inside me. Could it really be that same stranger who I had once let into my life without thinking carefully? The memory made my heart beat faster, swinging between fear and confusion.

Just when I thought I might drown in my swirling thoughts, a sudden loud bang echoed in the room.

It was such a startling noise that it pulled me out of my thoughts and plunged the entire atmosphere into a state of chaos and unease.

My heart began to beat faster, feeling like it might jump right out of my chest. Everything around me seemed to shift in that moment, creating a sense of panic and disorder that I couldn't ignore.