The Father of my Child is Getting MarriedChapter 1
My parents died in a car accident, leaving me orphaned at a young age. It was my neighbor, Asher Reed, who took me in, adopting me from the orphanage and caring for me for seven long years. I thought of him as family—until the night of my birthday party, when he got drunk, stumbled into my room, and left me with more than just memories. He made me pregnant with his child.
With the positive pregnancy test tucked in my pocket, I went to his company, hoping to confront him. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw: Asher and his first love, Dorothy Morgan, locked in a passionate kiss in his office. My heart sank, my fingertips turning icy, as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over me—betrayal, anger, disbelief.
When he finally noticed me standing there, his face darkened, not with guilt but irritation. “Didn’t I tell you not to come here unless you had a reason?” he snapped, annoyed at being interrupted.
Dorothy, her face flushed, quickly adjusted her collar and whimpered in her usual delicate voice, “Asher, my water pipes broke at home... can I stay at your place for a few days?”
Asher barely spared me a glance before shoving a bank card into my hand. “Didn’t you always say you wanted to travel? Here, take this. Go enjoy yourself for a while.”
He pushed me out the door without a second thought. As I stood outside, the sounds of laughter and celebration echoed from within, each cheer like a knife twisting in my heart.
Later, I did as he asked. I aborted the child and left his life for good. Lying on the cold, sterile operating table, staring at the harsh, blinding lights above me, life felt unbearably cruel. I remembered the excitement I had felt when I first found out I was pregnant. Now, that same hope felt like a distant, mocking memory.
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The nurse's eyes, full of pity and sympathy, had burned through me just moments before. I still felt the sting of shame on my face. The procedure required a family member's signature, and, for a fleeting moment, I thought of Asher. I called him several times, but he rejected every call without hesitation.
I let out a bitter laugh. At least this way, I don't have to worry about him finding out.
The operation itself was quick, but it felt like an eternity.
As the anesthetic wore off and the numbness in my body faded, my phone rang. It was Asher.