Long Story Short, The Condom Broke ✔️

The silence in the living room was deafening, broken only by the frantic thump of my own heart against my ribs. My dad's icy blue eyes were unreadable, a terrifying mask of anger and disappointment.

"Get out," he whispered, the words like a physical blow. My eyes widened, searching for any sign of mercy, but there was none. My mother, Karine, stood by, her hands clasped, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek, too afraid to intervene.

"Mom?" I pleaded, but she only shook her head, a silent acknowledgment of her powerlessness. She took my hand, leading me back to my room, the weight of my pregnancy pressing down on me, heavier than any physical burden. This was it. Kicked out. Disowned. All because of a broken condom and a secret I couldn't keep.