CHAPTER 3: THE LINE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
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The second line appeared too fast.
I stared at it like it had betrayed me.
My fingers tightened around the test, my heartbeat rising sharply as the truth settled in before I could stop it.
“No,” I said under my breath. “No, this is wrong”
But it wasn’t wrong.
The lines didn’t fade.
They didn’t blur.
They stayed.
Clear and final.
My knees weakened and I grabbed the sink, my breath coming uneven as the room seemed to shrink around me.
Pregnant.
The word hit harder the second time.
My mind raced back without permission. The party. The drink. The darkness. That room.
Him.
My stomach turned.
“This can’t be happening,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Not like this”
Not from that night.
I dropped the test onto the counter like it burned me.
But it didn’t matter.
The truth was already inside me.
I stepped back, pacing the small bathroom, my thoughts crashing into each other too fast to catch.
What was I supposed to do
Who was I supposed to tell
How was this even real
My hands slid into my hair as panic tightened its grip.
“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice trembling. “I can’t”
But there was no one there to answer me.
No one to tell me it would be okay.
Because it wasn’t.
My phone lit up in my hand.
I stared at it, my breathing still uneven as one thought pushed through the chaos.
Him.
He needed to know.
He had to.
My fingers moved quickly, opening my call log, my messages, anything that could connect me back to that night.
Nothing.
No number.
No name.
No trace.
My chest tightened.
“Think,” I whispered. “Think”
But my memory refused to cooperate.
Just fragments.
A voice.
Cold eyes
A warning.
Wrong room.
I froze.
The words echoed in my head, clearer now.
Wrong room.
My breath caught.
What did that even mean
Was he not the one I was supposed to meet
My stomach dropped deeper.
This wasn’t just a mistake.
It was something worse.
I didn’t waste another second.
The mansion stood exactly where I left it.
Cold. Untouchable. Like nothing that happened inside it mattered to the world outside.
I walked up to the gate, my heart pounding hard against my chest.
“I need to see him,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
The guard barely looked at me. “Who”
The question hit me like a wall.
I didn’t know.
“I was here weeks ago,” I said quickly. “I need to speak to the owner. It’s important”
“No appointment, no entry,” the guard replied flatly.
Panic flickered in my chest. “Please. I was brought here that night. I was taken upstairs”
The guard’s eyes sharpened slightly.
For a moment, hope sparked.
Then it died.
“Then you shouldn’t be back,” he said.
I felt the words settle like weight in my chest.
“I need to talk to him,” I insisted, my voice cracking. “You don’t understand”
“I understand enough,” he replied. “Leave”
That was it.
No questions.
No help.
No way in.
I stepped back slowly, the last piece of hope slipping through my fingers.
The gate stood between me and every answer I needed.
And it wasn’t opening.
I walked without direction.
The city moved around me like nothing had changed, like my world hadn’t just flipped completely.
My hand moved to my stomach without thinking.
Flat.
Silent.
But no longer empty.
My breath hitched.
Fear settled deeper this time, heavier than before
Because this wasn’t just about me anymore.
This was real.
Permanent.
And I was alone.
Completely alone.
No name.
No father.
No way to reach him.
No way to fix this.
My steps slowed until I finally stopped, my chest rising and falling as reality closed in from all sides.
I closed my eyes, my hand still resting against my stomach.
A baby.
A stranger’s child.
A night I couldn’t even fully remember.
My eyes opened slowly, fear sitting deep inside me now.
Because one question refused to leave.
Not how it happened.
Not why.
But what came next.
My lips parted slightly, the thought slipping out before I could stop it.
How will I survive
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