FALLING FOR MY GYNO

Episode11-BITTER TRUTHS

Anna’s POV

The afternoon sun cast warm streaks across the pavement as I walked home from the hospital, but inside me, the weight of betrayal settled like a stone in my chest. It was strange—how joy and devastation could exist in the same breath. I had just heard my baby's heartbeat for the first time. A miracle thudding fast and strong inside me. It should have been enough to make me smile the whole way home.

But I wasn’t smiling.

I was numb. Cold. Unsteady.

> Mabel.

Her name alone made my heart ache differently.

My best friend. Or who I thought was my best friend. The girl who knew all my secrets, who held my hand through heartbreaks. The girl who cheered me on through school presentations and told me I was too good for Chuka every time we fought.

How did we get here?

Lately, she’d grown distant. We shared fewer laughs. Her eyes darted away from mine when I tried to catch her gaze. She was fidgety, rushed, and far too polite—like a stranger wearing Mabel’s skin.

I had tried to chalk it up to stress, maybe school or family drama. But no. My gut had been whispering the truth for weeks.

She was hiding something. And it was time I admitted it to myself.

I closed the door behind me when I got to my apartment and dropped my bag on the floor. The baby scan photo was still in my hand. I stared at it. My little bean. So small, yet already at the center of my storm.

I sat on the edge of my bed, holding the image like it could anchor me.

> What did I miss?

What signs had I ignored?

𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰…

Everything came flooding back.

The night I ended things with Chuka still played on loop in my mind. I’d cried in front of Mabel, pouring my heart out while she sat there nodding, pretending. I told her about the texts, the lipstick stains, the unfamiliar perfumes.

And she listened—too carefully.

I thought she was just being a good friend. But now I knew better.

That same night, broken and desperate to forget, I’d let her take me out. “Let’s dance, Anna,” she said. “You deserve one fun night.” I remembered how she pressed a drink into my hand at the club. I didn’t even see where it came from.

“Drink it fast, you’ll feel better,” she urged, her eyes a little too bright.

I had.

I shouldn't have.

Within minutes, the room spun. My skin felt hot. My legs weak. My lips tingled. I wasn’t drunk — I was drugged. And Mabel? She vanished into the crowd like smoke.

The next part was still a blur. A hallway. A man. Strong arms catching me when I stumbled. His voice calm. His scent oddly familiar. I didn’t know where I was going or why, only that it felt safer than where I’d been.

Then blackness.

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺…

I wrapped my arms around my waist, squeezing gently as if it would hold the pieces of me together.

That night had changed everything.

I had woken up sore, disoriented, in a strange room with no memory of how I got there. My clothes were slightly askew.

She never asked what happened.

She never looked worried.

Instead, she acted like nothing had happened at all while ignoring me.

And now, I realized why.

She set me up.

To get rid of me? To shame me? Or to blackmail me?

I didn’t know what her plan was. But I was never supposed to end up in the arms of a stranger. She must have expected me to stay long enough for her camera to catch a scandal. A video she could hold over my head.

But I vanished. Gone from the party, from her trap.

And that had ruined everything for her.

And still… she stayed silent. She watched me spiral and said nothing.

I stood and walked to my dresser, pulling open a drawer where I kept old things—photos, notes, pieces of memories. I found one picture of Mabel and me, arms locked, smiling at the beach. It used to make me happy.

Now it felt like a lie.

I crushed it in my hand and threw it across the room.

My phone buzzed.

I picked it up, but certainly not in the mood

I read

“We need to talk – Mabel.”

The nerve.

I stared at the message, my hands trembling. Not with fear—no. With rage. A rage that burned quietly, deep in my belly, like wildfire waiting for a match.

Talk?

You don’t get to talk now, Mabel.

Not after stealing my trust. Not after drugging me and walking away.

You need to confess.

To my face. To everyone. To the universe.

And then you need to disappear.

I wiped my cheeks. I hadn’t even realized I was crying.

I looked down at the scan photo once more. My baby. My reason. My strength.

Born out of a night I never asked for. A memory still cloaked in fog.

But still mine.

This child didn’t come to destroy me. This baby came to make me rise.

I placed the photo in a small wooden frame beside my bed.

From now on, I wasn't living in shame.

I was going to live for truth. And for the little heartbeat that gave me hope.

And as for Mabel…

She’d built her web of lies.

But I was done being trapped in it.