Walking into your house and taking off my shoes and putting on slippers, I feel the desire to strangle your ex. I was lucky that my work colleague knew one of your friends, who told me about your pregnancy. Oh! And how could that bastard touch you with his dirty, disgusting hands?!

Walking into the kitchen and seeing you with a still small but already noticeable belly, I feel my heart skip a beat. Oh my beauty, how charming you are! You only seem better with this pregnancy. But the tears in your eyes spoil the mood, increasing my desire to deal with your ex. Even if he gave me a reason to change the format of our relationship.

Pretending to be a good friend, I go up to you and hug you, babbling comfortingly: "Honey, are you okay? Don't cry, he's just not worthy of you. Don't worry, you don't have to raise your child alone. I will be with you, I will help you. And that's why I want you to marry me, even if only as a friend. I will take care of this child with you as if it were my own.