I told Quentin Palmer I was pregnant as soon as I found out—first month. I was over the moon.He wasn’t.Instead, he just frowned, all moody and weird. When I asked when we were getting married, he panicked and changed the subject.So yeah, I went to the hospital alone today for a checkup.And ran smack into Rainee Layton—his so-called childhood friend.That’s when I found out the real story: they were already married. And she was pregnant too.”You little rascal,” she cooed to her bump. “Be good and grow strong so Mommy doesn’t suffer. Or Daddy’s gonna punish you when you’re out!”Quentin stepped out of the exam room holding prenatal meds—for pregnant women.His face? All soft and glowing like some proud dad.He rubbed Rainee’s belly, smiling. “The baby doesn’t even get what you’re saying, and you’re already threatening it?”Then the machine called my name.I stood up from a corner. He turned. Our eyes met.He froze—totally caught off guard.Bet he never thought he’d run into me here, same day, same place.I’d asked him just yesterday to come with me. He said he was busy.And I bought it. No questions.Booked the appointment myself. Came alone.Turns out, “busy” meant playing perfect husband to Rainee, like I didn’t even exist.I walked over slow, staring at Rainee’s slightly rounded belly. My face? Blank. Dead calm.”How far along are you?”Quentin clamped his mouth shut, wouldn’t even look at me.Rainee, though? She smiled like she’d won. “Almost two months. It’s mine and Quentin’s baby.”I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.Same as mine. Two months.It felt like something cracked wide open inside me. Tears started falling, and I couldn’t stop them.I looked up at him, voice barely hanging on. “Aren’t you gonna explain?”Quentin’s face twisted. He rushed over, pulling me in. “I’m sorry. I lied. Yeah, I came with her—but the baby’s not mine. I just didn’t want anything to happen to her alone.”Behind him, Rainee smirked, then turned on the waterworks. “But Quentin, you promised you’d be this baby’s dad. We’re married. Once the baby’s here, you have to give it your surname.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it hit like a bomb in my chest.I snapped my head up and shoved him off me.Stared him down, hoping—begging—for something. Anything.But he just looked away, eyes on the floor. Guilty as hell.I pointed at Rainee, my voice shaking. “So it’s true? You married her? Then what about me? What about our baby? You’re ditching your own kid to play dad to one that doesn’t even know who their real father is?”Before I could even finish, Rainee started sobbing. “My baby’s not a bastard! He has a dad!”Quentin freaked out.Then—he slapped me.The crack echoed. My cheek lit up like fire.He looked at me like I was nothing. Pulled his hand back like it didn’t just hit me. His eyes were cold, disgusted. “Vivienne Watson, have you completely lost it? Do you even realize how much damage your words could do to Rainee?”I didn’t know how much it could hurt her. All I knew was Quentin wasn’t the guy I used to love.I wiped the blood off my lip, the metallic taste thick in my mouth.Every time it came to Rainee, he lost it.My voice cracked. “What do you want me to say? My fiancé ditched me and our baby. He’s playing house with someone else and raising her kid. You want me to throw confetti or something?”I couldn’t hold back anymore. My voice rose, raw and sharp.Quentin paused—just for a second. Guilt flickered in his eyes.Then he said, calm like this was some logical deal, “Rainee’s not like you. I’m all she’s got. She can’t handle the gossip. Just wait, Vivienne. After she has the baby, I’ll marry you.”He pulled me in like that was a promise. “Trust me. A year from now, I’ll give you the wedding you deserve.”I didn’t say a word.Then Rainee cut in, annoyed. “Quentin, the baby’s hungry. Let’s go home.”His body stiffened. But he didn’t hesitate.He let me go, patted my head, and walked off with her—leaving me standing there.Watching them disappear, it hit me. Love and indifference? They’re not that hard to tell apart.***After the checkup, I went home.Alone.The place felt like a freezer.I showered, crawled into bed, completely out of it.Then the door clicked. Quentin’s voice drifted in, tired. “Your hair’s wet. You’ll catch a cold.”I didn’t budge.He sighed, picked me up, and sat me in front of the vanity.The hair dryer whirred to life. He ran his fingers through my hair, drying it.Still, I said nothing.”What’s wrong? Still mad about today?” he asked. “Didn’t I say I’d marry you after this is all sorted?”He knew exactly where to dig.He leaned in, warm breath brushing my ear. Goosebumps.I bit back. “What if I say no?”His face shifted, all shadow. “I’m not asking—I’m telling you how it is.”Then came the switch—softer, like that made it better. “Rainee’s got no one. I’m all she has. I can’t just ditch her.”He grabbed a suitcase and started throwing stuff in.Didn’t take long before it was packed and ready.At the door, he turned. “Her morning sickness is bad. I’ll stay a few days. Call if you need something.”The suitcase clicked over the threshold.That’s when I felt the tears.So this was it.He knew I had no one. Knew I was sick, sleepless, wrecked.He just didn’t care.Next to Rainee, I was nothing.
After that day, Quentin gradually left my life.He was all-in with Rainee, only texting late at night with a half-hearted [how are you?].I ignored him, so the messages stopped.Then I hit three months.Ran into Quentin’s sister, Cecilia Palmer, at the hospital.Cecilia looked stunned, then snatched my report like it burned her.”You’re cheating on Quentin? Pregnant with some random guy’s baby?”I blinked. “This baby’s Quentin’s. I didn’t cheat.”She just laughed, sharp and cold. “Still lying? You look all sweet, but you’re trash underneath. Got knocked up and now you’re trying to scam your way into our family?”Yeah, I knew she didn’t like me.But I didn’t think she’d come at me like that.No filter. Just pure hate.A crowd started forming.Whispers. Pointing.I bit my lip till it bled, chest tight like I couldn’t breathe.Tried to leave. Over and over.But Cecilia blocked me every time.I finally snapped. “What do you want? I told you, this baby’s Quentin’s. Call him if you don’t believe me.”She scoffed. “Cut the act. Rainee’s the one having Quentin’s baby. He’s with her right now. “You think if this kid was his, he’d leave you here alone? You cheated and got pregnant. Now get ready—our family doesn’t let trash like you walk away clean.”She waved her hand.Bodyguards showed up like it was all planned.Heart pounding, I grabbed my phone.Didn’t even get to dial—Smack.Her slap lit my cheek on fire, my phone hit the floor.She yanked my hair, eyes icy. “Still think Quentin’s coming for you? Keep dreaming.”Next thing I knew, I was shoved into her car.Headed straight for the Palmer estate.***Quentin and Rainee were chilling in the living room—he was feeding her cream soup like some doting husband. She looked smug, glowing.I looked wrecked. Hair everywhere, blood at my lip, clothes wrinkled and stained.Cecilia marched in, full-on triumphant. “Quentin, she cheated on you. Knocked up with someone else’s kid. I caught her red-handed.”I lifted my head, lips pale, cheek still burning.I thought he’d say something. Anything.But he didn’t even glance my way.His voice was cold. “Lock her in the attic. No one opens that door unless I say so.” That was it. My heart just… snapped.I stared at him one last time.No begging. No hope left.Then I was in the attic, locked up like I was nothing.Night fell. Rats scratched in the corners.One of them waddled right up to me.Then—creak.The attic door started to open.The rat bolted.Rainee’s smug face popped into the doorway.No one else around, so she dropped the sweet act and went full venom.”Look at you now. I told you Quentin was mine. But you? You actually thought you could steal him? Marry him? Please. You were just his side project.”That grin lit a fire in me.I grabbed something off the floor—launched it at her.She screamed and hit the ground.Then I saw it. A rat.Footsteps thundered upstairs. Quentin and Cecilia stormed in.Rainee was on the floor, clutching her stomach, sobbing like she was dying.”Quentin! My belly—what if something happened to the baby? I was just being nice, offering Vivienne food, and she threw a rat at me!”She turned up the waterworks, sobbing louder, milking it.And just like that, they all believed her.Cecilia looked like she was about to lunge, but Quentin held her back.His eyes—pure ice.”I can’t believe you, Vivienne,” he said. “I let you stay here so it’d be easier to take care of you, but clearly, you can’t be under the same roof as Rainee.”I shut my eyes, drained. The hopelessness was crushing.”Live together? Please. Everyone thinks Rainee’s carrying your kid and I’m just the girl who ‘CHEATED’ and got knocked up. Why would I belong here?”His jaw tightened. Annoyed but trying to keep it together.”Just… focus on your pregnancy, okay? Keep the baby safe. Stop picking fights with Rainee.”I didn’t say a word. Just let out a cold, bitter laugh.He snapped. Slammed the door.”You’re staying in the attic. Maybe some time alone will help you think. I’ll have food brought up.”***I was stuck in that gross, airless attic for days—rats included.Rainee stopped picking fights, probably because Quentin warned her.But a month in, she walked by, and she made sure to say loud enough for me to hear, “Quentin’s taking me to my check-up tomorrow!”That night, I played it cool. When Quentin dropped off my food, I said, “It’s been a month. The baby needs tests.”He smiled, like I was finally the version of me he wanted.”If you’d been like this earlier, things wouldn’t have been so hard. Don’t worry—I’ll take you tomorrow.”He didn’t.He went with Rainee.I got stuck with Cecilia, who barely looked up from her phone the whole ride.At the hospital, she didn’t even catch when I asked about ending the pregnancy.The doctor helped me go through with it.Quentin showed up late. Rainee was already done.”Where’s Vivienne? She’s still not out?”He pushed open the door—froze.Blood-soaked sheets. Tissue on the floor.His face went gray. Lips shaking.”V-Vivienne, what did you do?”
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