The Billionaire's Unknown Offspring

Chapter No.15

Over time, during the terms of the pregnancy, the smooth of everything I was doing seemed to tighten up. Running a newlyfound company became more tiring, and making a child appeared much actual than before. The two adjacent rides seemed to be something like tug of war which always needed for one to walk on the tightrope over the uncertainties of tomorrow.

Their support was a ray of hope to me. In my plight, friends and mentors roused to take my hand, helped through counsels of wisdom and courage. They acted as a substitute family to fill the gap Joel’s departure left. After all, it was not always sunshine following the rain- there were nights when loneliness would creep in and the emptiness of her apartment would reverberate with the memories of a love that went extinct.

In the world of entrepreneurship the more I plunged into success of my own company the more I came across some moments of the balm for my ego that allowed me to overcome some challenges. Every milestone no matter how tiny, was a win. The city that once brought reminders of shared dreams with Joel, with time it became a spot where you witnessed my survival and willingness to keep going.

Yet, the emotional scars lingered. The connection a mother has with her child furthered the yearning for the family I had conjured. With every baby kick I felt, a fleeting hurt would flash past, a poignant memory of a love that had been lost.

Routine visit to a doctor for an ordinary appointment, the ultrasound images were mixed of various feelings. It was something the observer was pleased with and excited about; it was also the start of an unease. The fact that I was about to start out in the journey of motherhood all alone cast a huge shadow.

There was one evening, when I was taking rest on the sofa, a smell coming from the apartment seemed of something well known. I took a fraction of a second to allow myself to think Joel had come back, that he had changed his mind and wanted to be a part of this legend. The door emptied out, and the smell drove away, a void and a wounds of pain pursue her.

The ride of the emotional roller coaster continued because while on one hand I was trying to build up the world for my child I was also grieving for lost dreams of a family we would have together. I missed Joel not only as a partner but as the loving father I had dreamed he could become. His betrayal weighed like a heavy heart – a constant reminder of my grave mistake: investing my love in something so easily crushed under the sheer weight of his decision.

I found comfort in writing posthumous letters to my unborn child at the wee hours of the morning. Every word I wrote on paper was a vow—I would be the best mother that I could be, I would surround them with love and safety, and I would give them a world where they could succeed.

My transformation was recorded in the months as the city streets. The company that was seeking to be born, the growing bump and the spirit of calling upon the term single mama panorama of strength and a power of weight. My steps reverberated with revived confidence––proof of the person I aspired to be.

At last the day came and; I was holding in my arm my baby; who was a little bundle of joy that almost made me cry and laugh at the same time. The pain of Joel’s betrayal took a backseat in that moment to the love of almost blinding proportion I felt for this little life. The gleaming lights in the city blunted the window of the hospital, bathing the new beginning in a bright light.