After I got pregnant, my boyfriend Paul Ortiz’s grandmother killed herself by running into a wall right in front of me, leaving behind a secret. Everyone who knew this secret died. First Paul’s father, then Paul’s mother, and finally Paul swallowed pills and committed suicide right in front of me. The media hounded me relentlessly, the police summoned me for questioning multiple times, and internet trolls cyberbullied me. Everyone wanted to know what this secret was. They said I had killed Paul and his entire family just to keep this secret to myself. I never defended myself, remaining silent throughout, until I saw someone at Paul’s funeral. At that moment, I calmly stroked my swollen belly. My child and I should die too. ***** After I got pregnant, Paul brought me home to meet his parents. Paul’s grandmother Jade Ortiz took one look at my swollen belly and wailed before smashing her head against the wall in the living room. Blood splattered all over the wall. Jade didn’t die immediately. What was terrifying was that Jade’s eyes were wide open, with bloody tears seeping from them. Her once gentle face was filled with terror, as if she had seen something horrifying. She looked absolutely ghastly. Paul’s mother Clara Ortiz fainted several times, while his father Owen Ortiz held Jade and sobbed uncontrollably. Neighbors who came running after hearing the commotion reminded us that Jade seemed to have some last words to say. So we all fell silent, trying to hear what Jade was saying. But in the end, only Owen heard her final words. After telling him a secret, Jade died completely. Owen’s face showed extreme terror, and his hands holding Jade’s body wouldn’t stop trembling. He broke down screaming: “How am I supposed to live?” Owen’s reaction filled us with panic. Clara stepped forward to support him, asking quietly: “What did Jade say?” Owen looked at us deeply, then pushed Clara away and, before anyone could react, slammed himself hard against the wall. Blood splattered everywhere as Owen collapsed onto Jade’s corpse. And Owen’s final expression was filled with the same terror as Jade’s. As Owen lay dying, Clara cried and begged him to hold on, saying the ambulance would arrive soon. But after hearing Owen’s last words clearly, Clara’s face turned deathly pale and she hung up the phone. After that, no matter who asked, Clara refused to reveal Jade’s final words. Even when the police interrogated her sternly, Clara remained silent. After finishing Jade and Owen’s funeral, Paul seemed to have aged dramatically overnight. He asked Clara wearily: “What secret did Grandma tell us in the end? Why did Dad also commit suicide after hearing it?” Clara stroked the family photo, tears flowing helplessly. “Don’t ask anymore. There’s no secret at all. Your grandmother’s and father’s deaths were just accidents. Don’t overthink it.” Paul cried until his voice was hoarse. He shouted: “That was my dad and the grandmother who raised me! I watched them commit suicide—how can I just do nothing? At the very least, you need to let me know why!” My heart ached for Paul, so I helped persuade Clara: “Clara, Jade and Owen died right in front of us. How could we remain indifferent? “Besides, they both died after learning that secret, and you heard those final words too. We’re worried about you…” I knew my words were impolite, but this was my greatest concern. But before I could finish speaking, Clara cut me off. She suddenly smashed the family photo, her eyes bloodshot, looking at me with pure hatred. “I told you, there’s no secret at all! “You two had a child before getting married—they died from the shock you caused them. Are you satisfied now?” Whenever Jade and Owen’s deaths were mentioned, Clara couldn’t stop crying. Clearly, she was more heartbroken than any of us. But soon, Clara composed herself, took a deep breath, and apologized to me: “I’m sorry. I was overcome with grief and said those things. “Jade and Owen both had chronic illnesses. The economy hasn’t been good these past few years, so they probably didn’t want to burden you two. “Anyway, suicide isn’t something to celebrate. Let’s never bring this up again.” Clara’s attitude was cold and hard. No matter how we asked, she refused to continue this topic. But my heart was filled with unease, and my hand stroking my belly wouldn’t stop trembling. I wanted to know why Jade, who had liked me so much, would kill herself by running into a wall after learning I was pregnant. I wanted to know what secret she had left behind.
Paul was even more desperate than I was to know that secret. At Owen’s funeral, Clara had been drinking heavily due to her overwhelming grief and kept mumbling to herself. Paul seized this opportunity and coaxed the secret out of her. Clara’s voice was so soft that Paul had to lean in close to hear her. But almost the moment he heard it, his face showed the exact same look of terror as Jade and Owen had. Watching this terrifying scene unfold, I asked anxiously, “What is this secret? Why are you and Clara both so scared?” Paul didn’t answer me. He seemed frozen in shock, standing there woodenly while supporting Clara. I was getting frantic and walked over, trying to get close to Clara to hear what she was saying, but Paul’s reaction shocked me even more. He broke down crying, both terrified and helpless. Then he actually pushed me away, forcing me to stay away from Clara. I got upset: “I’m pregnant, why are you pushing me? What did Clara say? Why are you hiding this from me?” No matter how much I pressed him, Paul refused to answer. He looked at me with eyes full of sorrow: “Anna, I really wish you would never have to know this secret.” I stood there stunned, unable to understand what kind of secret could plunge Paul and his entire family into such despair. Why were they all so terrified after hearing it? Owen had even chosen suicide immediately after learning it. At that moment, Clara sobered up and looked at us with hollow eyes. She gave a bitter smile, her face gaunt and pained. Slowly, Clara began laughing maniacally. She grabbed Paul’s hand, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face: “Son, you insisted on hearing it yourself. Now you’ll have to live in pain just like me.” I completely broke down, unable to understand how things had turned out this way. I had come to visit Paul’s family with gifts, happy and excited, thinking our days ahead would be even more blissful. Paul was a good man—gentle and emotionally stable. We’d been together for three years and had never fought. His family was just as gentle as he was. His grandmother was kind, his parents were loving, and they always spoke softly at home, never having any arguments. Paul often mentioned me to his family, saying they all liked me and looked forward to meeting me. Jade especially loved me, often giving Paul money to buy me gifts, telling him to treat me well, and frequently sending me local specialties and calling me. But everything changed after I announced my pregnancy. Jade killed herself on the spot, and Owen did too. Clara became despondent, and even Paul became withdrawn and troubled. I felt like the whole world was against us, not letting us be happy. When I was exhausted both physically and mentally, I often wondered what secret Jade had left behind. Many people shared the same curiosity, especially after the neighbors posted about this incident online. The next day, police came to our door again, pressured by public opinion.
Paul’s mom had returned to her hometown, and Paul was at work, so I was the only one home when the police came to ask me about the situation. The police inquiry was tactful. “Paul’s grandmother Christmas is getting on in years. Does she suffer from any brain disorders? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but she might have been ill for some time.” I carefully recalled every detail of my interactions with Jade over the past three Christmases, then shook my head firmly. “That’s impossible. Jade gets medical checkups twice a year. She just had one half a month ago, and she’s in perfect health. She doesn’t have dementia.” The officer seemed somewhat disappointed. He paused, then asked, “What about Paul’s father? I heard his work hasn’t been going well lately, and the company is planning to fire him. Maybe he felt ashamed and couldn’t accept that reality?” “He chose suicide as soon as he heard Jade’s last words. Maybe Jade told him she was killing herself so she wouldn’t be a burden to him, so Paul’s father committed suicide out of guilt?” Both Jade and Owen killed themselves right in front of me. I witnessed everything firsthand, so I understood better than anyone how resolute they were in their decision to die. They absolutely would not have committed suicide for such ridiculous reasons. The officer suggested several other possibilities, all of which I denied one by one. Seeing that he couldn’t get any useful information, the officer had to end the questioning. After all, the facts showed suicide, not murder. If it weren’t for public pressure, they wouldn’t have wasted police resources questioning me at all. But just minutes after they left, Deputy Chief Leo Hellman rushed back. Leo looked at me, scratching his head as he asked if I could contact Paul. “Paul’s mother jumped off a building,” he said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the floor, feeling like I was suffocating. The police couldn’t reach Paul, so they had to take me to the scene where Clara had jumped. Police tape had already been set up downstairs, and crowds of onlookers had gathered around. Seeing me being helped over by the police, they all raised their phones to take pictures. “That’s the girlfriend of the suicide woman’s son, right? I heard that the day she went to her boyfriend’s house, his father and grandmother killed themselves at home!” “She’s like a jinx. People are definitely going to think she caused their deaths!” “Now her husband and mother-in-law are dead too, leaving just her son and daughter-in-law. I heard the daughter-in-law is pregnant. What are they going to do now?” Listening to these comments, my heart had gone numb. I knew Paul’s mother was heartbroken, but I never imagined she would commit suicide. The officer pulled me aside with concern. “The building is too high. Her body was badly mangled in the fall—don’t look. Where is your boyfriend?” “Some witnesses said her mother seemed dazed before she jumped, constantly muttering the word ‘secret.’ We suspect it’s the same secret that drove his father and grandmother to suicide!” Despite the officer’s attempts to stop me, I pushed past the layers of white sheets and saw Clara’s broken body. Over thirty floors, more than a hundred meters high—jumping from there meant certain death, yet she still jumped. I couldn’t hold it together anymore and fell to my knees, sobbing. I had simply gone to visit Paul’s family like anyone else would, yet I witnessed their deaths. I couldn’t understand what secret could make them so determined to give up their lives. Leo looked at me with sympathy. “Anna, I know you’re devastated, but you need to pull yourself together. The situation is clear now—everyone who knew that secret is dead.” “What exactly is that secret? Do you know? Or does your boyfriend know?” My mind was too overwhelmed with grief to think clearly. All I could do was shake my head helplessly through my tears. I didn’t know—I knew nothing at all. I wanted to know that secret even more than the police did. What could have possibly driven Paul’s grandmother to immediately choose suicide after hearing about my pregnancy? Just then, Paul rushed over. Like a puppet, he calmly accepted the fact that his only remaining relative had also taken her own life. Staring at the shattered remains on the ground, he told the police matter-of-factly that he knew what the secret was. He said, “My grandmother and parents all committed suicide because of this secret. Now I’m the only one who knows it, but the time isn’t right yet. I won’t reveal the secret for now.” Paul calmly handled Clara’s funeral and brought me home. Though I didn’t know what the secret was, I had a vague sense it was connected to my pregnancy. I was terrified—afraid that Paul, the only one who knew the secret, would choose suicide like the rest of his family. I watched my belly grow day by day with mounting dread, praying in terror that Paul wouldn’t suddenly kill himself one day. But I was wrong. Paul remained remarkably calm. He went to work as usual, took care of me attentively, and arranged everything for me and the baby. Gradually, I began to relax, thinking he had moved past the grief of losing his loved ones. The only thing was that Paul started avoiding me after that, hiding in his room and typing on his computer, as if he were recording something. I had a premonition that he was documenting that secret, but Paul always denied it whenever I asked. I could only pretend I knew nothing. I thought our days could continue peacefully like this, but then suddenly one day, Paul started a livestream online and solemnly announced that the time had come—he was going to reveal the secret to the world. As I watched the viewer count surge to a hundred thousand, Paul gripped my hand tightly and looked at me tenderly. “Anna, I know you’ve always been curious about the secret Grandma left behind. The time has come now—I’ll tell you everything.” He pulled me into his arms with pity, gently stroking my slightly rounded belly, then leaned close to my ear and whispered the secret. By the time I realized what I had heard, it was too late. My tears reacted faster than my brain. I stared wide-eyed in horror, my body trembling violently. I frantically tried to question Paul, but he pushed me away through his tears, backing several steps to stand far away by the door, blood gushing from his mouth. I panicked instantly and rushed toward him. “Paul! Don’t die! Please don’t die! You can’t leave me and the baby!” But it was already too late. Paul kept spitting up blood and lost his life within seconds. Just like his parents and grandmother, he chose to commit suicide right in front of me, leaving me alone with despair. I held my belly and watched him die helplessly. I begged him, but he could no longer respond. I cried until I had no tears left, sitting on the ground like a puppet, my heart filled with unbearable grief and nothing but terror. The secret Paul told me was truly horrifying. No wonder they all chose suicide after learning it. Now that I knew the secret, my child and I should die too.
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