MegraThe morning sun spills through the windows of my cosy house, casting a warm glow over the furniture and filling the room with a sense of calm. I push my sadness away as I sit across from Mrs. Alice, her kind eyes twinkling with pride and encouragement as we share a pot of tea."Megra, I am so proud of you, and we are happy to have you," she says, her voice full of warmth and sincerity. "This new teaching position is just the beginning for you."I smile, my heart swelling with gratitude and excitement. Mrs. Alice has always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. Her support has been unwavering. "Thank you, Mrs. Alice. I couldn't have done it without your guidance and encouragement. I really need this." I feel better knowing I will be going back to doing something I actually love.She waves a dismissive hand, but her eyes shine with affection. "Nonsense, my dear. You've always worked hard, and you deserve this opportunity. The children at our school are lucky to have you."As
NathanielI walk towards the front of the wedding aisle, my legs heavy with dread. Every step feels like I'm pulling myself through thick mud, each one more difficult than the last. My heart pounds in my chest, a wild, erratic beat that threatens to drown out all other sounds. The fear and anxiety coil together in my stomach—a relentless, twisting knot of tension. The hate I feel towards myself and Anna bubbles just below the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.I glance around the garden, which is beautifully decorated. Flowers of every colour line the aisle; their sweet fragrance is almost sickening. The guests look amazing, dressed in their finest clothes, and their faces bright with anticipation and joy. But inside, I feel nothing but emptiness. I want to break down, to scream, to run. This isn’t my choice. I’m being forced into this marriage, and every part of me rebels against it.My eyes scan the crowd, and I see the satisfaction in my family’s eyes. They think thi
NathanielI stand, the chair scraping against the floor. I can feel Anna's eyes pressing on me.Her eyes narrow. “You agreed to this. You promised.”I shake my head, the anger bubbling up. “I agreed because you gave me no choice. This isn’t a marriage, Anna. It’s a prison.”She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Then let’s make the best of it. For our child.”The mention of our child sends a pang of guilt through me. I look away, unable to meet her gaze. “I’ll come back to the party. Just give me a moment.”Anna nods, her expression softening slightly. “Don’t take too long.”As she leaves, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The reality of my situation crashes over me, causing a tidal wave of regret and despair. But somewhere in the depths of my heart, a spark of hope remains. Maybe, just maybe, I can find a way to make things right.The next day dawns heavy and grey, mirroring the turmoil in my mind. I pace around the house, my steps echoing off the walls. Eve
MegraI pace back and forth in the living room, my heart racing and thoughts swirling in my head like a storm. I can't seem to find my breath, and the room feels like it's closing in on me. Every step I take feels heavy, laden with the weight of everything that's happening. The walls, once familiar and comforting, now seem oppressive, crowding me in."Are you okay?" Liza's voice breaks through the haze, soft but tinged with concern. She's standing in the doorway, her brow furrowed, her eyes searching my face for answers."No," I respond, my voice cracking under the pressure. "Why did you have to let it slip that I was pregnant in front of Nathaniel?" My words come out in a rush, each one laced with panic and frustration. "I feel like I'm suffocating, like I can't breathe under everything that's happening."Liza steps closer, her eyes full of sympathy. "I got worried when I saw you on the floor," she says gently. "Especially since I know the pregnancy is fragile. I couldn't keep it to
NathanielI drive to San Francisco, gripping the steering wheel tightly, replaying the chaotic scene at Megra's house over and over in my mind. The memory of my fist connecting with Conor's face, the unintentional hit that sent Megra to the floor, haunts me. The terror in her eyes as she hit the ground is seared into my memory, her pained expression twisting my gut with shame. Then Liza's panicked voice cuts through the haze, asking if the baby was okay. My heart had nearly stopped.Megra, carrying a child. A child I believed to be mine. The shock and overwhelming mix of emotions washed over me. The moment she confessed it was Conor's baby, doubt gnawed at my mind. Could it be true? Could she really have moved on so quickly? No,I know it cannot be true. I know her. Just the idea that Megra can be pregnant with another man's child fills me with a fury I can barely contain, but beneath the anger is doubt. What if she was lying? What if the child was mine?I feel helpless, trapped in a l
NathanielI stumble through the dimly lit hallway of my house, the bitter taste of whiskey lingering on my tongue. My fingers fumble for my phone, and I finally manage to dial Megra’s number. The ring echoes in my ear, each tone like a hammer against my heart.She answers on the third ring, her voice sharp and wary. "What do you want, Nathaniel?"I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I did not expect her to pick up my call. "Megra, I love you; all I want is you. I feel like I’d rather die than not have you by my side."There’s a pause, then she speaks, her tone colder than I’ve ever heard. "How, Nathaniel? How do you want me? As a mistress? Do you plan to cheat on your new wife like you did on me? I can't do this, Nathaniel."Her words cut deep, and I can feel my frustration boiling over. "That was different, Megra. Our relationship wasn’t solid, and then I didn’t even think we had a relationship. Everything was so complicated then. I didn’t think I loved you."She snorts; th
MegraIt's been a few months since Nathaniel's wedding to Anna, and I can finally see the changes in my body. My pregnancy is now visible, a constant reminder of the life growing inside me. As I stand in my cozy living room, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I place my hand on my rounded belly and take a deep breath. Today, I'm going to visit my mom's grave, and I'm not going alone. Liza is accompanying me.She smiles warmly at me, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You look beautiful, Megra," she says, her voice filled with admiration. "I'm so proud of you for moving forward without Nathaniel." She has been like a second mother to me, helping me navigate the pregnancy and my thriving job as a teacher.I smile back at her, feeling warmth spread through me. "Thank you, Liza," I reply. "This may not be the life I wanted, but I'll do everything I can for my baby." I rub my belly gently, feeling a soft kick in response.Liza nods, her eyes shining with approval. "Are you ready to
NathanielThe past few months have been a blur of regret, anger, and heartbreak. Since that night, I found out Megra was pregnant. I called her in a drunken stupor. Since then, I have been desperate to hear her voice and to know she’s okay, but all I manage to do is hurt her more. I remember the heartache in her voice and the way she begged me to leave her alone. And then, in my rage and pain, I end up in Anna's bed again. It’s a mistake—a colossal, unforgivable mistake. Mistakes that I keep making and cannot run away from.The first few weeks after that have been hell. The guilt filling me, a constant reminder of my betrayal. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and every time I see Anna, I feel a wave of nausea. I regret everything. I regret marrying her, even though I had no choice. I want to turn back time and undo everything, but I know that’s impossible.One night, as I drowned my sorrows in a bar, Becca approached me. She looks smug, like she always does, and leans in close. “You should