Lost in Luxury: A Billionaire Denial

New York.

Within the luxurious confines of a billionaire's mansion lies an extravagantly decorated room.

"Smack!"

A resounding slap echoed, leaving the room silent.

With a loud voice, Jerry yelled at me, his girlfriend, making me feel intimidated. I felt the pain and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"You gotta find out who's responsible for your pregnancy cause it can't be me!" Jerry's voice thundered with anger as he quickly pulled up his trousers, his face filled with anger and frustration. Initially, he had invited me over for intimacy.

"You can as well terminate it you know," Jerry suggested, leaning in towards me, attempting to initiate a kiss.

"Crash!"

A noise came from the doorway.

"Who's that? Jerry asked, with worries in his voice.

Earlier, he had asked his housekeeper to bring us a glass of juice, but she had accidentally dropped it on the floor.

"Can't you see? Are you blind or something?" Jerry yelled, as she hurriedly cleaned up the mess.

"I'll never do that! I'm keeping this baby!" l cried out, my voice filled with compassion and determination. Jerry remained unaffected by my tears, his focus is on the mirror, contemplating how to satisfy his urge.

"You can do as you wish. I don't care. You won't ruin my dreams!" Jerry declared, heading towards the door to leave.

Feeling hurt and confused, l was uncertain of what to do. I watched as Jerry walked out of the room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

I stood there, nervous and wiping away my tears. I felt a mix of emotions running inside me: the discomfort caused by the slap, frustration at Jerry's reaction, and fear about what the future held for me and my unborn child. With trembling hands, I reached for a nearby chair and sat on it, feeling exhausted both physically and emotionally.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but reflect on the incident that brought us to this point. I remembered how I came to Jerry's place from the hospital, after confirming my pregnancy. He had called me to be intimate with me, but everything changed when I told him about my pregnancy. I had expected him to be shocked, or maybe even scared, but I never imagined he would react with such anger and violence.

Feeling confused and lost, I wondered who I could turn to for help. I thought Jerry loved me, but it was all deceit.

My aunt wasn't at home, she had traveled to the city to visit her son, whose wife had just given birth. My aunt is known to be strict and not financially buoyant. Jerry had been the one sponsoring my expenses because his father is a billionaire. I knew my aunt would be disappointed in me.

There was someone at the door. It's Jerry, he had returned to his room, banging on the door so loudly that even his housekeeper could hear. Noticing his return, I quickly rose from my seat.

"You! Vivian, or whatever your name is. You're just a girlfriend, so you better know your place!" Jerry yelled, at the top of his voice, gazing at me with anger. I felt really scared and unsure of what to do. I was surprised Jerry referred to me as "just a girlfriend." I couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the girl he had brought with him to his room.

Holding her waist, pulling her close. "This's Olivia, my love," Jerry declared, hugging her tightly. I sat on the bed, feeling confused and shocked by the scene that was happening right in front of me. I couldn't comprehend why Jerry was treating me this way, I felt confused on what to do next.

"Jerry, why'd you do this to me? You know how much I love you," I said calmly, as I watched in disbelief as Jerry and Olivia stood there, exchanging kisses in front of me, while I felt like an outsider in my boyfriend's room. My heart sank as I realized that Jerry had brought another girl into his room, the very place where we used to spend time together. It felt like a betrayal, and I couldn't comprehend why Jerry would do this to me.

"Hahaha, love, you say? Do you love me or my money?" Jerry responded, still focused on Olivia.

As tears filled my eyes, I knew I deserved better than to be treated this way. However, I felt powerless to stand up for myself, especially with Jerry's intimidating presence.

Overpowered by my own emotions, I struggled to find my voice. I wanted to tell Jerry how much he was hurting me, and how much his words and actions were tearing me apart inside. But the words remained stuck in my throat, choked by the weight of my own insecurity and lack of confidence.

As Jerry and Olivia continued to exchange affectionate gestures, I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I quietly left his room.

Shortly, I returned, forcefully opening the door.

"Hey! What're you doing here again?" Jerry asked, worried I had returned to his room, interrupting his moment.

I had returned to get my phone, searching the entire room if I could see it. Pointing in the right direction. "Are you looking for this?" Jerry asked angrily. I grabbed my phone from him, carried the glass of water close to him, and splashed it on the bed. "You spoiled brat!" I announced on my way out of the room.

Jerry didn't seem to care much about my outburst. He turned his attention back to Olivia, pulling her towards the bed with a wide smile on his face. Enclosing his arms around her, pulling her close to him, as they went towards the bed. Jerry's smile grew wider as he enjoyed the moment, enjoying the company of Olivia. It was exactly what he wanted, before I spoiled his mood with the news of my pregnancy.

But now, with Olivia on his bed, all worries seem gone, and his urge would be satisfied. He showered Olivia with affectionate gestures, his passion evident in every touch. He revealed in the intimacy they shared, finally a full mood of excitement through him.

Meanwhile, I walked by the roadside, confused on what to do next, as I sat at a corner. "Should I go back home and wait for my aunt to return from the city? Or should I go to my friend's place?" I questioned myself, in my own thoughts.

As I sat there, the weight of my decision bearing down on me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness wash over me. The world seemed to fall upon me as I struggled to comprehend my selections. On one hand, going home and facing my aunt with fear, when she returns. I feared her disappointment and judgment, yet I also longed for her support and guidance during this challenging time. On the other hand, seeking support at my friend's house, I sat there, wondering what the decision I should take.

I wished I could just escape from it all, but I knew deep down that running away wouldn't solve anything. With a heavy heart, I realized I had to confront my reality and make a decision, no matter how difficult it may be.

Crying. "Going to my friend's place is better," I thought, the thought of my aunt's disappointment didn't let me go home and wait for her to return from her trip.

As the day turned into evening, the atmosphere became silent and calm. In a small, old house, I entered my friend's place, feeling nervous. I observed if my friend's parents were back home before I could say anything.

Upon realizing that my friend's parents weren't home, I quietly made my way to her room. As I entered, I found Emily focused on her phone, watching a movie.

Emily's face lit up in surprise at the sight of me in her room. "Hey, what's up, V? How're you doing?" She asked, curious to know. However, as Emily took a closer look at me, she noticed something was off. My usual cheerful look was replaced with a sober expression, and tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Concerned, Emily approached me, gently placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, silently offering me support. "What's wrong my dear?" She asked, with her heart filled with curiosity.

Feeling the warmth of my friend's touch. "I'm fine Emily," I replied, as tears continued rolling down my cheeks.

Emily wasn't convinced. She could sense that something serious was going on, despite my attempt to hide it. She moved closer, her eyes searching my face for answers. "Are you sure everything is okay?" Emily asked again, her concern growing by each passing seconds.

Before I could respond, Emily's eyes were directed to my hand holding my stomach, widening in sudden realization. "Oh my God, Vivian, are you...?" Emily's voice diminished, leaving the question hanging in the air. My heart sank as I nodded slowly, tears filled my eyes.

"I'm pregnant, Emily," I admitted, facing the floor. The weight of my confession hung heavily in the air, the silence broken only by the sound of our collective breaths. Emily's expression softened, her eyes filled with sympathy.

She moved closer to me, enclosing me in a comforting embrace. "Oh, Vivian, I'm really really sorry," Emily whispered softly, her voice filled with genuine concern as she leaned in closer to me. My heart felt heavy as I watched the discomfort noticeable on my friend's face, feeling my own emotions stirring inside.

As Emily's words of comfort washed over me, I felt a sense of relief flood through me. It was comforting to know I wasn't alone in facing this difficult situation.

Suddenly, we heard a noise outside. It sounded like Emily's parents were back home. We listened carefully and heard footsteps thumping loudly, echoing through the house. I felt like I couldn't breathe as I waited nervously. The front door swung open slowly, letting in the fading light from outside. In the doorway stood figures, shown against the dimming light.

Emily's heart raced as she was focused to see who was standing in the doorway. Was it her parents returning earlier than expected? Or perhaps it was just a neighbor stopping by? She exchanged a worried glance with me, both of us unsure of what to expect next.

The figure in the doorway stepped forward, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Emily's parents, they had returned from their outing.

"Emily, Vivian, are you guys okay?" Emily's mother asked, feeling concerned.

Her mother looked at my reddish eye with worry. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked again, feeling worried, as her husband walked into his room.

"We're okay, Mum," Emily reassured her mother, as she was in a hurry to escort me to the door.

"I'll be right back, Mum, let me see my friend off," Emily said, as we both left the house.

Emily, filled with curiosity, asked me about Jerry's reaction to my pregnancy news. She wondered if I had already informed him about it. As we walked together, her heart was full of anticipation, eager to hear all the details about what Jerry had said or expressed. She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement, hoping for a positive response from Jerry and wondering how he'd react to such news.

"Jerry denied the pregnancy, Emily, he suggested I terminate it, I thought he loved me, but I was wrong," I whispered, as tears rolled down my cheeks again. Emily, who noticed, tried to wipe my face, insisting we were outside, and people could see us.

"How could he do such a thing to you! That's wickedness!" Emily murmured.

"So, what's next now?" she asked, feeling concerned. "I would've to go back home first, and wait for my aunt to return from her trip. I can't go back to Jerry's place. Did you know, he also brought another lady to his room? They even exchanged kisses right in front of me!" I said, with anger in my voice.

"What!" Emily screamed, stunned at what I had told her.

"That's the highest disrespect one can get in any relationship. But I warned you about Jerry, Didn't I? You didn't listen, and now look where we are," Emily stated, attempting to console me.

⭐ A few years ago ⭐

Jerry Jackson, the embodiment of privilege and charm, carries the weight of his inheritance on his shoulders. He's good looking, light skinned, and a spoiled brat. He lost his mum to cancer, and was trained single handedly by his billionaire dad. He attended Diamond High school, and was loved by many; especially the ladies.

There I was. My name is Vivian Smith, beautiful, light skinned, tall and exceptionally intelligent woman. I lost my parents when I was way younger. They were kidnapped: my father was shot dead, while my mother has been missing for years. I grew up with my aunt, who assisted me with the little she had.

Meanwhile, I was in the comfort of my room, excited, and waiting for my aunt to return home. I had just gotten a scholarship to complete my highschool in Diamond High school; an expensive school, which was meant for billionaire's children.

"Creak!"

"Good afternoon, Aunt." My aunt, upon entering the house through the open front door, found herself greeted by the sight of me rushing towards her. With a piece of paper held firmly in my hands, I eagerly shared the news of my scholarship offer to attend Diamond High School.

My aunt's face lit up with happiness at this development, realizing that it'd alleviate some of the financial strain, leaving her with more resources for her own son's education expenses. She offered words of encouragement to me, emphasizing the importance of focusing on my studies for the sake of a brighter tomorrow.

Encouraged by my aunt's supportive words, I felt a reason for determination to excel academically. "I'll make you proud, Aunt," I said, as we stood there in the doorway, enjoying the glow of the good news. My aunt emphasized her belief in my potential and reminded me to seize this opportunity to shape my future. I vowed to make the most of the scholarship and to work hard towards my goals.

"I'll get to meet rich kids, and be in a fancy school surroundings," I thought, as I went into my room to rest.

As we parted ways for the evening, my mind was filled with excitement and anticipation for the journey ahead, knowing that my aunt would always be there to cheer me up.

Meanwhile, In the calmness of the night, the sky begins to lighten. It's like a sleepy blanket being pulled away, revealing soft colors that grow brighter with each passing moment. Then, the sun starts to rise, painting the world with its mild sunlight.

As the sun ascends softly, its light spreads, touching everything with warmth and brightness. Shadows diminishes, and the world wakes up. Birds sing, flowers open, and people start their day. It's a beautiful day of light and life, echoing with the morning, as the sun ascends, welcoming us to a fresh day.

"It's morning!" I woke up bright and early, getting ready for my very first day at Diamond High School. I made sure my school uniform was ready and neatly ironed. I also organized all my books and writing materials, making sure I had everything I needed for the day ahead.

"Good morning, Aunt," I greeted, as I went into the kitchen to have breakfast. My aunt, who had an old car that made funny noises like it was auditioning for a comedy show, would be giving me a ride to school. Despite the car's faults, I was grateful for my aunt's help and looked forward to the journey of my first day at my new school.

Meanwhile, Jerry went into the kitchen to find his breakfast already served. The housekeeper had cooked yam and egg sauce, just the way he liked it. With a glance at his neatly arranged school materials, Jerry made his way to the waiting car, where the driver stood by to drive him to school. With an air of privilege, Jerry took it all for granted, expecting everything to be handed to him on a platter of gold.

That morning, fate had a plan in store for us, as we both found ourselves in the same classroom. Little did we know, our journeys was about to start in a way that would change the course of our day.

As I walked down the school corridors, unaware of the environment, I asked to be directed to my classroom.

In a quiet classroom filled with the soft hum of students preparing for another day of learning, Jerry found himself drawn to a new face.

"Who's that beautiful lady heading towards the class?" He asked himself, smiling.

There I was, sitting quietly on the chair, my eyes focused on the book in front of me. Jerry couldn't help but notice my presence.

With an uneasy flutter in his chest, Jerry was courageous enough to approach me. As he got closer, he noticed the determination in my eyes and the way I held myself with confidence.

He introduced himself, pulling his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Jerry Jackson."

I wondered for a few seconds, pulling my own hands to that of Jerry's. "I'm Vivian Smith, nice meeting you."

Soon, we were engaged in a conversation. The girls in the class gazed at Jerry, wondering what he was saying to me, acting all nice.

While we chatted, Jerry couldn't help but wonder about my background. He had overheard classmates gossiping about my family not being financially buoyant, yet there I was, attending Diamond High School, which everyone knew was expensive. It bothered Jerry how someone from such a situation like myself could manage to attend such an expensive school. The thought filled in his mind, stirring up a mix of curiosity and concern as he tried to make sense of it all.

"I'm on scholarship," I whispered, smiling. I explained proudly that I was on a scholarship, my intelligence and hard work earning me a spot in the prestigious school. My aunt, though not wealthy in material possessions, would always support me the little way she could.

Jerry was really amazed by how strong and determined I was. I faced challenges and never gave up, focused on answering most questions in class. On the other hand, I was really impressed by Jerry's money. I could see he had a lot of it, and that caught my attention.

Thereafter, Jerry felt like he had discovered a special friend in me. He knew my story would stick with him for a long time. Even though Jerry was used to having everything handed to him on a platter of gold, my resilience made him see things differently.

We became better friends as we hung out more, laughing together, studying together, and sometimes talking about serious stuff like life. Jerry thought I was amazing because I was always so humble and graceful, even when things were tough for me. I never complained or looked for pity; instead, I worked hard in school and made the most of my chances.

Jerry bought expensive things for me most of the time, almost every day when we were at school. He wanted to show me how much he appreciated our friendship and how much he admired me.

As we became better friends, Jerry found out more about my life story. He learned about the big sacrifices my aunt made so I could go to school. We didn't have a lot of money, so we lived simply, trying to make ends meet. My aunt worked hard to make sure we had what we needed and to help me follow my dreams of getting an education. He also got information about my parents.

Even though money was tight and we faced a lot of challenges, my aunt never lost faith in me. She always believed in my talents and abilities, and she did everything she could to support me. Jerry was really touched by this and admired me and my aunt even more for our strength and determination.

My determination rubbed off on Jerry, inspiring him to work harder and strive for excellence in his own endeavors, even though he wasn't intelligent enough. He was amazed at my ability to overcome obstacles with resilience and grace, and he found himself grateful for my presence in his life.

Our friendship became a source of strength for both of us, a reminder that with perseverance and support, anything was possible. Jerry cherished the moments we spent together, knowing that he had found a true friend in me, someone who would always be there to lift him up and share in life's joys and challenges.

As we sailed through the highs and lows of high school life together, Jerry and I formed a bond more than just friendship. Jerry was interested to be more than just a friend to me.

"Vivian, now that we're close friends. I'd love you to come over to my place. You haven't visited since we became friends," Jerry said, inviting me to come over to his father's mansion to visit him at home. His father was out of town, he was known to be a traveler, focused on pursuing more money.

One day, I came to visit. My eyes widened in shock, as I stepped through the amazing front doors, greeted by colorful estate. Every corner seemed adorned with explicit artwork and lavish furnishings.

The magnitude of the mansion's size took my breath away, its precious rooms echoing with the whispers of luxury and privilege. Each step I took led me deeper into a realm of extravagance, and spoke volumes of the family's affluent lifestyle.

I found myself captivated by the stories hidden within the walls, imagining the countless gatherings and celebrations that must have taken place in such a manifestant environment. Each room seemed to hold a tale of its own, whispering secrets of a life lived amidst privilege and prestige. From the fancy furniture to the rich decorations, each part of the house spoke of a family that has every single thing.

And as I roamed the mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling of being transported to a different world, one where extravagance knew no bounds.

"Welcome to my mansion," he said, guiding me through the house.

"Feel a liberty to wander around," he added, as he took me upstairs.

Shortly after, he took me to his room. He gazed at me for minutes, thinking if it was love or he was only attracted to my beauty. He wondered why he was suddenly all nice around me.

He reached out and gently took my hands, bringing them close to my beautiful face. With a nervous yet hopeful look in his eyes, he asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?" He glanced in my direction, waiting anxiously for my response, his heart beating fast with anticipation.

"Wow really! Nice. You're rich," I exclaimed.

With a gentle smile, I met his gaze, my eyes filled with emotion. As I looked into his eyes, I saw a glance of my own hopes and dreams reflected back at me, a vision of love and companionship that filled me with warmth and joy. And in that instant, I knew my answer.

With a soft and heartfelt approval, I nodded, my voice barely heard. "Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend," I replied.

Jerry smiled, as I approved of his proposal. My nod of agreement filled him with joy and relief, knowing that our future together was now secured by my consent.

He drew me closer, yet I felt nervous, as if it was my first experience being so close to someone.

"Whoa."

Then, a gentle kiss was shared between us. But when Jerry realized it was my first kiss, he suddenly backed out, not to push things beyond that moment.

"Vroom!"

The sound of a car pulling in signaled that Jerry's father had returned from his trip.

Jerry, upon noticing his father's arrival, hurriedly guided me back to the sitting room, where we pretended to be going through our books.

"Good afternoon, Dad. Welcome back, sir," we both greeted warmly as Jerry embraced his father, eager to hide any signs of our interrupted moment.

His father, Mr. Jackson, gazed around the sitting room with a smile, his eyes twinkling with curiosity as he watched the scene before him.

"Good afternoon, my son, and...." I understood he was trying to know my name, and responded immediately. "Vivian sir. My name's Vivian, we're classmates in school."

"How're you both doing?" he asked calmly. "We're doing well, Dad," Jerry replied, trying to sound as natural as possible while suppressing the awkwardness from the interrupted moment with me.

I nodded in agreement, my cheeks blushed slightly with embarrassment as I tried to compose myself in front of Jerry's father.

"It's good to see you both spending time together. Well, I'll leave you two to your studies. I have some work to catch up on," Mr. Jackson said before heading to his room, leaving Jerry and I to continue with our reading.

Feeling uncomfortable, I asked if I could go home and meet Jerry at school tomorrow.

"It's fine, Vivian. Tomorrow then," Jerry said, as he escorted me to the door and gave me some money for a cab ride home.

Returning home, I diligently finished the chores I left unfinished earlier, "I made sure everything was spotless," I declared to myself. However, my aunt hadn't returned from her shop yet.

Later, as she finally arrived, I greeted her warmly, "Welcome back! Dinner's almost ready." We sat down together, enjoying our meal and catching up on the day's events.

Meanwhile, Jerry and his father sat at the dining table, exchanging stories, "School was hectic this week," Jerry remarked, to which his father nodded in understanding.

"I can imagine. Work wasn't funny either, I had to make sure the company is going well," his father replied, sharing his own experiences. They bonded over their meal, cherishing the time spent together.

Meanwhile, as Jerry and I drew closer, our intimacy deepened, "You are the first person I've ever been this close to," I confessed softly, breaking the silence between us.

Despites Jerry's gesture of affection, showering me with gifts and outings, to expensive locations. "I just want to make you happy," he'd say. I seemed occupied with spending. I had found someone willing to cover my expenses.

"I had never had someone spoil me like this before," I admitted. As our relationship progressed, he began to notice my increasing focus on material possessions.

Years later, as high school graduation loomed closer, "I can't wait to start university and build our future together," I expressed to Jerry, filled with excitement for what lay ahead.

But as the days passed, I couldn't ignore the sudden change of Jerry's behavior. "You seem distant lately," I finally confronted him, hoping for clarity.

His response was nonchalant, "Oh, it's nothing, just stressed with our final exams," he disregarded my concerns, leaving me feeling even more unsettled.

"I've been trying to talk to you, but you always brush it off," I voiced my frustration, but his excuses continued. "Sorry, babe, just busy with stuff," he'd always say.

It slowly dawned on me that his interest wasn't genuine, "You only care about how I look and what I can offer," I realized, hurt by the realization.

Our relationship, once promising, was marred by superficiality, "You never cared about my feelings, just my appearance," I confronted him, finally seeing through him.

Seduced by the wealth of Jerry's family, "Their lifestyle was like something out of a dream," I confessed, unable to resist the allure of their wealth.

Lost in the glamor, I failed to see the truth about his intentions, "I was so focused on fitting into his world," I admitted, blinded by the illusion of luxury.

As graduation approached, Jerry painted a picture of his future, "But he never talked about us," I realized, noticing his self-centered focus.

While he pursued his ambitions, "I was too busy fantasizing about a life of luxury," I acknowledged, my own desires clouding my judgment.

Despite the growing issues, "I held onto our high school romance," I confessed, clinging to memories that seemed increasingly distant.

However, my desire for the elegant lifestyle that Jerry's father's wealth promised kept me from facing the truth.

I noticed all the signs, like how he only talked about fancy things and never asked about my day. But I didn't really mind. What mattered most to me was finding a guy with lots of money.

"If he's rich, who cares if he's not that interested in me?" I thought. So, I kept dating him, hoping he would spoil me with expensive gifts and take me to luxurious places.

"Emily warned me that he might not really care," I admitted, recalling my friend's caution, "But I wasn't worried. I thought being with a rich guy would mean a life of luxury."

As our relationship progressed, I found myself increasingly drawn to the material comforts he provided. Expensive gifts and lavish dates became the norm, overshadowing any doubts I may have had about his intentions. I convinced myself that the lavish lifestyle he offered was worth any emotional sacrifices I might be making.

However, deep down, a small voice nagged at me, reminding me that true love and genuine connection couldn't be bought with money. Yet, I pushed aside these thoughts, attracted to the illusion of happiness that his wealth provided.

One day, I visited Jerry's house, only to find him drunk. Despite being drunk, he initiated intimacy with me without any precautions.

After spending several hours at my boyfriend's house, I left and headed to the pharmacy to get medication for myself. I felt worried and anxious about the possibility of unwanted consequences from our encounter. As I waited for the medication, my mind was filled with thoughts about what had happened and what I needed to do next to take care of myself.

I anxiously waited for the pharmacist to hand me the medication. Despite knowing the risks, we had acted carelessly, and now I was left to deal with the aftermath.

As I left the pharmacy, holding the medication in my hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in myself for falling in love with someone like Jerry.

Heading home, I tried to push aside the thoughts spinning in my mind, focusing instead on taking care of myself and ensuring I didn't face any further consequences from my reckless actions.

But deep down, I knew that I'd have to confront Jerry about what had happened and have a serious conversation about our relationship moving forward.

"Are you okay? Vivian," my aunt who saw me in my room, lost in my own thoughts asked. But it seemed I didn't hear her, my mind was very far away. My aunt who noticed I didn't respond went close, and pulled my hand.

"Good evening, Ma," I greeted, pretending I was fine.

My aunt asked again if I was fine, and I reassured her I was okay.

She talked about my plans to further my education, since I was done with highschool. I smiled, as I hugged her, promising I'd make her proud.

Encouraged by my aunt's support and motivated by the promise I made, I felt a renewed sense of determination to pursue my educational goals. I began researching various opportunities for furthering my education, exploring different programs and institutions that aligned with my interests and career aspirations.

With my aunt's guidance and encouragement, I started taking steps towards applying for a university, preparing myself for the next chapter in my academic journey.

Months later, with a heart full of joy and a smile that could light up a room, I shared the wonderful news with my aunt. I have been accepted into the university to study business.

My excitement was one in million as I received the great news, my eyes shining with anticipation for the journey ahead. My aunt, who was proud of me, envelops me in a warm embrace and offers heartfelt congratulations. Together, we celebrated this achievement, knowing that it marked the beginning of an exciting new chapter in my life.

As the reality of my acceptance settled in, my mind was filled with excitement and anticipation for the adventures that awaited me at the university. I began making plans for my future, thinking about the classes I'd take, the friends I'd make, and the experiences I'd cherish. With my aunt's unwavering support and encouragement, I felt ready to embark on this new chapter with confidence and determination.

When I told Jerry I got into university, I was hoping he'd be happy for me, but I was disappointed by his lack of reaction.

"I don't get why he didn't seem to care," I wondered aloud, feeling let down by his indifference.

"I thought he'd be excited for me, like I am for him," I sighed, wishing for his support.

I had hoped Jerry would be my biggest fan, supporting my dreams and celebrating my achievements alongside me. Instead, his attitude only served to dampen my spirits and cast a shadow over what should have been a moment of pure happiness.

Feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was strange in our relationship. I had always believed that we were a team, facing life's challenges and triumphs together. But now, faced with his indifference towards my dreams, I began to question the strength of our bond and whether we were truly compatible after all.

A few weeks later, I began to feel unwell. I had a fever and just felt sick all of a sudden. With my aunt away in the city, I found myself alone and unsure of what to do. Concerned about my health, I decided to visit the hospital to find out what was wrong.

At the hospital, I anxiously waited to see the doctor, my mind racing with worry. When I finally met with the doctor, he delivered unexpected news.

"You're pregnant, Miss Vivian," he said gently.

The words echoed in my mind as I tried to process the shocking revelation. I couldn't believe it.

" How could this happen?"