Apparently, after I left, she’d moved in with Charles, and, being young and careless, they hadn’t used any protection. Naturally, she ended up pregnant.
Charles, the supposed “rich kid,” had no intention of taking responsibility. He packed up and disappeared overnight.
Refusing to believe he’d just abandon her, Olivia clung to her fantasy of him being wealthy.
Convinced that showing up pregnant would force his wealthy family to accept her, she borrowed money to travel to the address on his ID card.
Only, reality hit hard.
Not only was Charles’s family worse off than mine, but his parents were also addicted gamblers.
And to make matters worse, Charles already had a wife and children; his wife did most of the heavy lifting, working herself ragged to keep the family going.
Terrified, Olivia ran back.
Desperate, she sought to terminate the pregnancy, only to be told by the doctor that her uterine lining was too thin and that a termination could jeopardize her chances of ever having children again.
Panicking, she thought of me as her solution – if I would take the blame, I could care for her, and she’d still have a chance at motherhood.
