It was late. The rain was loud. Samantha didn't care.
She had been calling Henry all day. No answers. No replies. Just silence and a gut feeling she couldn't shake.
So she went to him.
Eight months pregnant. Slippers soaked. Heart thudding in her ears.
And she found them.
Trina in his arms.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMcUgfywqns
Half-naked. Smirking.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGmWNULhis
Like Samantha was the outsider.
She stood frozen at the doorway, her umbrella slipping from her fingers.
Henry's eyes widened—not with guilt. But annoyance.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped.
"What am I doing here?" Samantha repeated, her voice small. "I'm carrying your child, Henry. I've been calling you all day."
Trina laughed. "Maybe he didn't answer because he's busy with someone who isn't a crybaby."
Samantha's eyes filled with tears. "You lied to me. You told me you loved me. That we were going to raise this baby together."
Henry sighed like she was embarrassing him.
"You just don't get it, do you? You trapped me with this pregnancy."
Samantha stepped forward, fists clenched. "Trapped you? You begged me. You said—if I really loved you, I'd do this. I was terrified, Henry. But I chose you."
"You should've chosen better," Trina said. "Because he's mine now."
And before Samantha could react, Trina walked over and slapped her hard across the face.
The shock stung more than the pain.
But the next part hurt the most.
Samantha stumbled, hand on her cheek, and looked to Henry—for help. For anything.
But he just snapped: "Don't touch her again, Sam. You're acting crazy."
And when she tried to push past him to get her bag—he shoved her back.
Hard.
Her back hit the wall.
Her knees buckled.
And for one terrifying second—she didn't know if she could breathe.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered, cradling her belly.
Henry just looked at her like he wished she weren't.
Present Day – Henry's POV
He wakes up in a cold sweat.
The memory feels like it just happened.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUdOep95dEf
His fists clench. His jaw aches.
What kind of man does that?
He sees her now—how strong she is.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm6FgJ2BukR
What she became.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TScWOU8sg
What he almost destroyed.
And for the first time, Henry can't hide behind excuses anymore.
He didn't just walk away.
He broke her.
And the guilt doesn't come in waves.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0VuxSlIWcy
It drowns him.
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