As I reached home, I lay on the bed, the tears flowed freely, streaming down my face like a river. I felt like I was releasing all the emotions I had been holding inside - the sadness, the anger, the betrayal, and the fear. I cried for, for the trust that had been broken, and for the future I had envisioned that would never come to be.My body shook with sobs, and my mind raced with thoughts of what could have been. I felt like I was mourning the loss of a part of myself, a part that I had given to someone who didn't deserve it.As the tears subsided, I lay there feeling empty and hollow. I knew that I had a long road ahead of me, a road that would require me to find a new sense of purpose and identity. I knew that I would have to learn to love myself again, to find joy in the simple things, and to discover a new passion and drive.But for now, I just lay there, feeling the weight of my grief and the uncertainty of my future. I knew that I would get through this, but for now, I just n
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
It was Monday morning, I don’t want doctor John to know my number which is why I called him with a paid phone number, “Doctor, I need to explain something to you," i began.But before she could continue, the paid phone suddenly died, cutting off the call. Doctor John was left wondering what was going on.Assuming Mirabel was avoiding him, Doctor John decided to take a different approach. He headed to the HR department to report her absence, concerned that something was amiss.As he walked down the corridor, he ran into Mirabel's friend, who was also a colleague. "Hey, Doctor! What brings you here so early?" she asked.Doctor John explained his concern about Mirabel’s absence, and her friend's expression turned sympathetic. "Oh, Doctor, i know what's going on. Mirabel has been struggling with morning sickness, and she's had to quit her job. She's pregnant!"Doctor John's eyes widened in surprise. "Pregnant? Oh, I had no idea!"Mirabel's friend nodded. "Yeah, she's been trying to keep i
Mirabel's pen scratched out the words, her hand moving with a newfound sense of liberation."I was just a child when my mother left me, abandoned and alone. My father waas absent, both physically and emotionally. He didn't raise me, I raised myself, navigating the dark waters of childhood and adolescence without a guiding hand."I learned to rely only on myself, to trust no one, and to never let anyone in. The scars of my past run deep, a latticework of pain and betrayal that I thought would never heal."I thought I had found love with Andrew, but his infidelity proved that I was wrong, again. And then, in a moment of weakness, I made the mistake that would haunt me forever - I slept with my ex-father, Doctor John. The shame and guilt are a constant reminder of my unworthiness, a burden I carry with each breath."But as I write these words, I realize that I am not defined by my past. I am not the sum of my mistakes. I am a survivor, a warrior, a woman who has faced the darkness and em
As I closed the book, the weight of my emotions hit me like a ton of bricks. I had poured my heart out onto those pages, writing about the situation that had been plaguing me for weeks. The words had flowed effortlessly, a testament to the turmoil that churned within me. But now, as the clock struck 9 pm, exhaustion washed over me like a cold wave.I felt like I was drowning in a sea of loneliness and stress. My mind raced with thoughts of the future, of the tiny life growing inside me. My unborn baby, already a month old, seemed to sense my distress, kicking and squirming in protest. I placed a gentle hand on my belly, whispering words of comfort."Baby, I will take care of you," I promised, tears streaming down my face. "I will be strong for you, no matter what."As I lay down, the darkness closed in around me, and I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of my responsibilities. But even in the midst of that overwhelming fear, I knew I had to keep moving forward. For my baby's
Time flies by and my baby bump is already showing, I went to a private hospital near me and did the necessary stuffs. I wore a short brown gown, curled my hair to look more beautiful and not look like what I was passing through. When I entered the doctor's office, I met Doctor John my baby's father with him. They were friends My heart skipped a bit, I became shocked and checked back to turn back but it was too late. Doctor John stood up slowly from the chair his eyes gazing at my big stomach while he opened his mouth in surpriseAs I stood there, frozen in shock, Doctor John's eyes widened in disbelief, his gaze fixed on my swollen belly. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, my heart racing with anxiety. The doctor's office, once a sanctuary, now felt like a trap."Ah, um, hi," I stuttered, attempting to compose myself.Doctor John's eyes snapped back to mine, a mix of emotions playing on his face. Surprise, guilt, and a hint of concern all wrestled for dominance."Hi," he replied, his v
As I lay in bed, my hand instinctively went to my stomach, feeling the slight swell that had begun to appear. Three months pregnant, and the reality of my situation was starting to sink in. I couldn't help but think of Doctor John's words, his promise to be a great father and a good husband.At the time, I had dismissed it as a manipulative tactic, but now, as I felt the first flutters of life within me, I couldn't help but wonder if I had been too hasty. Would it be so bad to have him in our lives? To give my child a father, no matter how imperfect?The questions swirled in my mind like a maelstrom, each one a tiny pinprick of doubt. I thought of all the times I had vowed to never let him near me or my child, but now, as the reality of single motherhood loomed before me, I wasn't so sure.I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of the future. What would happen when my child asked about their father? What would I say? The truth - that their father was a manipulative liar who
As Doctor John entered the house with the bags and packages, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. I had been so angry and hurt in the past, but now, I was starting to see things from a different perspective. I realized that I couldn't stay angry forever, and that I needed to do what was best for my child.As I looked at Doctor John, I saw a man who was genuinely trying to make amends for his past mistakes. He was the father of my child, and even though it was a mistake, I couldn't deny the fact that he was trying to take responsibility for his actions.I took a deep breath and let go of all the anger and resentment I had been holding onto. I knew that I couldn't change the past, but I could shape the future. And I wanted to do what was best for my child."Thank you, Doctor John," I said, my voice sincere. "Thank you for everything you've done for me."He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just trying to do what's right, Mirabel. I want to be a good f