Cassie
Carmina's eyes widened in shock as she asked me about the pregnancy. The call with John had just ended abruptly, and my heart raced as I realized the gravity of my lie. I looked at my mother, who was now attentively listening, and realized I had to come clean.
I shook my head vigorously, the weight of my confession heavy on my chest. "No, Mom, I'm not pregnant," I admitted, my voice filled with regret. "I only said that because John wanted to break up with me."
Carmina nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and concern. "I see," she said, her voice gentle but probing. "Cassie, why would John want to break up with you? What happened?"
I sighed deeply, trying to find the right words. "Mom, he said he's not ready for marriage, and he needed time and space," I exp
