FALLING FOR MY GYNO

Episode12-THE CONFRONTATION

Anna’s POV

The café buzzed with quiet conversation, clinking cups, and the hiss of a steaming milk frother — but all I heard was the thunder of my heartbeat. The glass door clicked behind me as I stepped in. My fingers curled into fists inside my jacket pockets.

And there she was.

Mabel. Sitting at the far corner like she owned the place — black shades, bright red lipstick, and that same entitled air she wore like perfume. I almost laughed. Even now, she looked unbothered, like this was just another episode in her drama series. Like she hadn’t shattered my trust like glass under a stiletto heel.

I stopped in my tracks, staring at her.

> The girl I once loved like a sister. The girl who painted my nails while we cried over breakups and noodles. The girl who swore we’d always protect each other — no matter what.

Lies. All of it.

Now all I could see was a mask over a monster.

I walked toward her, each step deliberate — like a warrior heading to the battlefield. She looked up when I was a few feet away. Her lips twitched into a rehearsed smile.

“Hey… Anna,” she said, like we were about to talk about boys and brunch.

I didn’t return the smile. I didn’t even sit.

“I know everything,” I said, my voice ice-cold.

Her smile faltered. Her back stiffened. “W-What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you drugging me. I’m talking about the club. About the drinks.

Her jaw dropped slightly, but no words came out. Her shades trembled in her fingers as she pulled them off slowly, revealing wide, glassy eyes.

“Anna… I—”

I cut her off. “Save it. I remember enough now. That night at the club… I thought I was just drunk. But I wasn’t. Something was wrong. I felt dizzy. Hot. Confused. And then you disappeared.”

Mabel swallowed hard. Her perfectly lined lips quivered. “I… I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

I scoffed. “You didn’t mean to drug me? You didn’t mean to betray your best friend? Or you didn’t mean to set me up like some twisted villain from a bad movie?”

Tears filled her eyes, but I didn’t care. I’d cried. I’d screamed. I’d bled. Alone.

She didn’t deserve a drop of pity.

“I was angry!” she blurted. I loved Chuka at first, but he fell for you. He later said you were cold. That he didn’t feel anything with you anymore. "I didn’t plan to have s*x with him — I swear, Anna, it just happened.

I laughed — loud, bitter, almost maniacal. People turned to look, but I didn’t care. Let them watch. Let them hear.

“You fell for him first?” I hissed. “While I was crying on your shoulders about him, you were in his bed!”

Her face crumbled.

“I wanted you to be hurt,” she whispered. Just once. Just a little. You were always perfect. Always strong. Everyone liked you. I was tired of being your shadow.

I leaned closer. “So you decided to destroy me?”

“No! I thought I’d just humiliate you a little. Get you drunk. Make you do something reckless. Record it maybe, post it… I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

I slammed my hand on the table, making her jump and her coffee tremble.

“You. Left. Me. To. Strangers.”

She gasped, tears now streaming freely. “I didn’t know you’d disappear! I came back with some guys, and you were just… gone!”

I stood there, panting, my fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palm.

“Someone took me home, Mabel. Someone I don’t even remember. And now I’m pregnant. Pregnant! From a night I can barely remember, thanks to you!”

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God…”

I pulled the ultrasound photo from my bag and slammed it down on the table. “This. This is your legacy. You didn’t just break a friendship — you created a life out of betrayal.”

Mabel looked like she might vomit. Her body shook.

“You could’ve killed me,” I said, my voice barely a whisper now. “What if that guy had hurt me? What if I’d died that night? Do you even understand what you did?”

“I didn’t think—”

“NO. You didn’t.”

We stared at each other for a long, burning second.

Then she looked down, broken, mascara dripping onto the table like spilled ink. “Are you going to tell everyone?”

I blinked slowly. “Why would I need to?”

She looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

I leaned in one last time, my voice low and lethal. “Because you’re going to destroy yourself. That guilt? That weight on your chest? That’s forever. And I hope it eats you alive.”

I turned to leave.

“Anna, wait!” she called out, choking on her own sobs. “Please! I’ll do anything! I was stupid, I— I miss you…”

I stopped at the door and looked back over my shoulder.

“I don’t miss you,” I said. “I survived you.”

Then I walked out, leaving her behind with her lies, her tears, and her rotting soul.

The air outside hit my lungs like freedom. Like rebirth.

I pulled the scan photo out again and looked at it under the sun.

> My baby. My future. My hope.

Let the past rot where it belongs.

Let Mabel drown in her secrets.

I had something she’d never touch again.

Peace.