He Chose Her, I Ruined His Wedding

After a restless night on the train, I dashed back to campus, eager to attend the graduation ceremony. But despite my best efforts, Samuel Scott was nowhere to be found. Panic gnawed at me. Me: Where are you, Samuel? I shot off one desperate message after another. It was like shouting into a black hole. Silence answered back. Anxiety gripped me as I scoured my contacts, hoping someone might know his whereabouts. Finally, his roommate filled me in. "Nina, give it a rest. He's wrapped up in a game of Truth or Dare." Disappointment hit me hard. We had just promised each other that despite our new jobs pulling us apart for now, our long-distance relationship would work. This ceremony was our one fleeting chance to be together, even for just a sliver of a day. Lately, I had been battling constant queasiness and dreaded visits to the bathroom, only to have a doctor confirm what I feared most. I was pregnant. I had immediately texted Samuel to break the news. Me: I might be pregnant. What should we do then? His reply took ages to materialize. Samuel: Babe, I'm swamped. We'll figure it out at graduation. Clutching the pregnancy test report, I scoured the ceremony for him, but he was already off celebrating with his pals. Frustration boiled within me. Work had been relentless this month, and getting just a day and a half off was a miracle I had to fight for. I needed to head back that afternoon. Surely he realized how crucial it was for us to meet. Was that game really worth it? Exasperated, I snapped a picture of the pregnancy test report and sent it to him. Me: Samuel, I'm really pregnant. What do we do now?