Pregnant by my ex's dad

"No way, why would you f**k my friend on the night of the best surgeon day” I screamed after seeing Andrew and Aliana in the storage room.“No way you would probably get chosen” Andrew said rushing out of the storage roomI closed my eyes and opened it again so I could get what exactly is going on right nowIs this a dream, obviously not this is real“Aliana" I screamedShe rushed out of the storage room immediatelyI couldn’t bear the thought of Aliana seen with my boyfriend so I ran outside“Jeez, that damn ugly thing" I said as I threw a punch at the car window “oh my Goodness” I dropped my bags and closed my mouth “damn I thought it was my car"The owner of the car opened the car door and held my hands“What have you done to my car glasses” he said looking so paranoidI shivered in fear “oh no I am sorry, I am so sorry, I thought it was my car” I said begging for forgiveness“Oh my goodness, you are hurt” I touched his face which the glasses left a scratch on “its bleeding" I said

As I slowly opened my eyes, the bright morning light piercing through the window felt like a sharp dagger to my brain. I groggily lifted my head off the pillow, and a wave of nausea washed over me, making my stomach churn with a sickening feeling. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, my body heavy and weak.I tried to sit up, but the room began to spin, and I fell back onto the bed, my heart racing. The thought of getting out of bed and going to work felt like an insurmountable task. I couldn't shake off the feeling of sickness that had settled in the pit of my stomach, like a dark cloud looming over me.I took a few deep breaths, hoping to calm my racing thoughts and settle my queasy stomach. But the nausea persisted, threatening to unleash a torrent of unwanted contents from my stomach. I slowly turned onto my side, praying that the day would pass me by, and I could just sleep away the sickness. But the clock on my nightstand seemed to mock me, ticking away the minutes, reminding me

I collapsed into Victoria’s embrace, my body racked with sobs as I clung to her like a lifeline. "I'm pregnant, oh God, I'm pregnant," I wailed, my voice shattered by despair.Victoria’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I surrendered to the anguish that had been building inside me. My tears soaked into her dress, my body trembling with the weight of my grief."I shouldn't be, I shouldn't be, I cant be, no… no, Vic do something," I moaned, my voice cracking with each word. "I'm not ready, I'm not ready to be a mother."Victoria’s hands stroked my hair, her touch gentle and comforting, but I couldn't be consoled. I was consumed by the fear of the unknown, the terror of being trapped in a life I wasn't prepared for."I shouldn’t be ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do?"The words were a lament, a cry of despair from a soul torn apart by the revelation. I felt like my world was crumbling around me, like everything I thought I kn

I walked into Doctor John's office, exhausted and emotionally drained from the intense surgery we had just performed. My baby's father, John, motioned for me to take a seat, but I couldn't muster the energy to sit up straight. I collapsed into the chair, feeling like I was going to pass out.Just as I was trying to catch my breath, Andrew and Aliana followed us into the office. Andrew, John's son, looked at me with a mix of concern and guilt. "Dad, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.John looked up from the file he was reading, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Andrew?"Andrew hesitated, glancing at me before speaking. "Aliana is pregnant," he said, his words dropping like a bombshell.I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Pregnant? Aliana My mind raced as I tried to process this information. Aliana my friend, was pregnant? With Andrew's child?The room fell silent, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I looked at Andrew, my ex, and saw the guilt writ

As I walked out of my apartment, the warm Monday morning sun hit my face, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. I had made the decision to quit my job at the hospital. I wanted to savor the moment, enjoy the feeling of freedom without any judgment or questions.As I strolled through the streets, I couldn't help but think about the reasons that led me to this decision. The long hours, the endless paperwork, the constant stress, and the lack of recognition had all taken a toll on me. I was burnt out, and I knew I needed a change.I walked into a nearby café, ordered a coffee, and sat down at a table by the window. I took a sip of my coffee and pulled out my phone, scrolling through social media to see what my colleagues were up to. They were all talking about their Monday morning blues, complaining about the traffic and the long day ahead. I smiled to myself, feeling grateful that I was no longer a part of that routine.As I sat there, I noticed a group of people walking t