Rejected Pregnancy: His dilemma

Too agonizing to bear

Abel’s POV

When I stormed out of their house, my anger and hurt were simmering like a pot about to boil over. I had hoped and prayed that she would text me, telling me that it was all a cruel joke. But far from it, her text kept my sorrow flowing over, a stark reminder that her betrayal was all too real.

That night, sleep eluded me. I wandered the streets, eventually finding solace in a bar, and ended up in a hotel room and the numbing effects of alcohol. But even the haze of intoxication couldn't dull the pain. The next morning, I found myself on the floor, my mind reeling with thoughts of what I had done wrong. I had given her my all. I had been patient and respected her boundaries. How could she repay me by cheating on me, with such devastating consequences?

The questions swirled in my head like a whirlpool. Did she ever love me? Was she ever truly mine? Had she been deceiving me all along? The thought of her lying about her virginity and then being with someone else behind my back, was a festering wound that would not heal. And the most degrading issue was that she dared to pin her pregnancy on me. It was a cruel joke, a twisted mockery of everything I thought we had.

My heart was shattered and scattered like shards of broken glass. I couldn't help but compare her betrayal to Angela's honesty when she ended our relationship. At least Angela had the decency to be straightforward. To tell me she had found someone else was better than Lyn's deception. It was a wound that would take a long time to heal, a constant reminder of not keeping to my vows after my experience with Angela.

What the heck was she thinking by behaving in such a horrible manner? I could swear that I had never touched her. I had not even gone close to her private area. Was it my fault that I fell sick? The pain was suffocating, leaving me questioning my sanity. Was my illness a curse, a punishment for loving her? Lyn's deceit was a dagger to my soul, a cruel mockery of our love.

How could she possibly think I would accept another man's child as my own? The very idea was an insult to my dignity, a hard slap in the face. Did she truly believe me to be so gullible, so foolish? The pain was excruciating. I couldn't believe the Lyn I thought I knew, who was kind, gentle, and loving could perpetrate such a heinous act. The angel I revered had morphed into a stranger, leaving me with a chasm of sorrow and disbelief. How could she decide to make a mockery of me?

I recalled yesterday after she revealed her pregnancy. It felt as if my heart was breeding.

“Oh heavens, I hope my poor heart will not develop another issue. The pain is too much there". I was feeling devastated as the tears flowed out freely.

After all the tears, I fell asleep on the floor there. On waking up, it was evening. The pain didn't go away but I felt better. I decided to leave town for a while. So I went home to pack a few things. I needed to pull myself together and forget about ladies and getting married. I had seen down in the bank. I just needed my parents to get a surrogate mother for their grandchildren because I was done with love stories. With that, I left the hotel and headed home.

Immediately I got home I started packing a few things. I was through with packing and making inquiries concerning the flight to Fairbanks, but all of a sudden, I changed my mind because it would keep reminding me of Lyn since she liked that place a lot. To make it worse the house in my mind, I bought it in her name and my earlier plan was to spend our honeymoon there. In that instance, I changed my mind and decided to go far away.

Italy would be better, maybe I would just pick up another course just like Angela’s time. It would keep me busy and I would think less of her. I made inquiries and the flight would leave the next morning, so I bought a ticket. I was just cutting the call from the attendant when I heard that Lyn was in my house asking for me.

That instant all the pain returned. I hissed in anger.

“Damn it, what is she doing here, for crying out loud. What did she want again? Where did I go wrong here? Why can't she let me be? Did she want me to die of high blood pressure?”.

I decided not to answer her but she persisted as the maids kept coming one after the other pleading on her behalf that I hear her out. I got angry but reasoned within me. Maybe she had a better thing to say. Maybe she would apologize and tell me that she would abort the baby. Maybe, just maybe we would sort it that way. I love her so much. Maybe it was just a one-night stand. Maybe she was drunk because I know she easily got tipsy.

“Oh damn it, Lyn, why, why didn't you control yourself, hmm. Why did you go careless with someone else when I had waited for you. Why, why, why?”.

At that moment another knock came on the door. In anger, I responded to the person.

“Enough of all these knocking”. I opened the door. It was our head maid Abigail. She was like my second mom. She was the only maid that called me by my name. She stared at me and pleaded.

“Come on dear Abel, attend to her, she seemed tired. Just calm down and get whatever it is sorted. She is hurting badly and you are hurting as well. Please get it sorted so the two of you will be happy again”.

I left her at the door there and headed down the stairs as I wondered how hard it would be to be happy again. Yet, I hoped that it was just a one-night stand.

Unfortunately, it didn't turn out in my favor. There was nothing to sort out because she kept insisting that the baby was mine. To make it worse it wasn't even a one-night mistake. It was in an elevator which meant she knew the person well. So shameless.

In annoyance, I had to push her away and drove out of the house as fast as I could before I committed murder. I couldn't believe that Lyn had such nerve. Lying while looking straight into my eyes while I was very sure that I had never touched her.

My heart was breaking to pieces and it was driving me to tears. I kept driving around the town for hours going nowhere in particular until I started running out of gas. I entered the filling station and refilled the tank. I didn't feel any better as tears kept dripping down now and then. I was so heartbroken so I drove straight to a Bar. I needed to drink to a stupor so I would be able to forget.

Luckily for me, there was no familiar face there. I went straight to the bar attendant and picked up a big bottle of vodka. That is the only drink I needed to forget about Lyn for that night so that by tomorrow I could be on my way to Italy. I settled down at a VIP seat and started consuming the vodka. A few minutes later a call came in from Nathan. I wanted to ignore him but changed my mind and told him where I was.

On his arrival he greeted me. “Hey my friend, what is all this? Do you have to get drunk? Come on, I don't get this. It should be a happy occasion for you guys. Your dad had been calling you but you weren't picking up. He is worried and confused. Talk to me man, what is going on?”.

In pain, I responded, “Nathan, what is there to talk about, it's over between us. She broke my heart, man. I love her more than anything but she broke my heart. I am hurting so badly”.

I picked up the bottle to drink some more but my friend held the bottle down and said that I had had enough. Then asked me to explain what I meant because he was confused.

I told him straight that the pregnancy was not mine.

“What?“. He asked in surprise.

”I am not the one responsible for the pregnancy”. I repeated as he stared at me in confusion.

“Come on man, what are you saying? Lyn is a good girl. I am sure she knows whose child she is carrying”.

“What are you saying man, have I ever lied to you?. I am not the f*****g father of that thing in her womb. I have never even touched her panties not to talk of her nakedness”. I became offended I nearly screamed

All heads turned with their eyes staring at me. I dragged the vodka bottle out of his hand and gulped down some more. He stared at me dumbfounded.