My hands tremble as I stare at the positive test for the third morning in a row. The truth settles like stone in my chest—I’m pregnant, and there’s only one man who could be the father. My boss. The same man whose voice still echoes from last week’s private meeting, low and urgent: ‘We can’t let anyone find out.’ Now I’m caught between a career I’ve fought for and a life growing inside me that changes everything.

I wake up every morning beside the man I stole—my sister’s lover, now my husband. The ring on my finger feels like a brand. She won’t speak to me, not since the betrayal that shattered our bond. And him? He gives me everything except love. Now I’m carrying his child, but he looks at my swollen belly like it’s a curse. I wanted a fresh start. Instead, I’m drowning in silence, guilt, and a truth I can no longer hide.

When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.