Months passed. Hannah's belly had grown noticeably, and now she was eight months pregnant. The days were long and quiet, and the pain of missing David never left her heart. There had been no contact from him, and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on her.
One morning, Hannah made a bold decision. She could no longer wait in silence. Clutching the business card David had given her, she whispered to herself, "I have to go. I need to see him… I need to tell him about the baby."
As she stepped outside, the village girls noticed her. Their eyes sparkled with mischief, and their whispers followed her like shadows.
"Look at Hannah… walking like she's so important," one of them sneered.
"Pregnant and still acting proud! Who does she think she is?" another giggled.
Hannah felt a pang of hurt, but she did not turn back. She held her head high, her steps steady, determined to face the world beyond the village. Let them laugh, she thought. I have something bigger to worry about—my baby and David.
She packed her few belongings carefully, making sure the envelope with savings was safe. Every item she took was planned, purposeful, and necessary. Her mind was focused on one goal: reaching the city, finding David, and sharing the news that would change both of their lives forever.
As she walked through the dusty paths of the village, whispers continued. "She thinks she can change the world!" "Pregnant and daring to go alone!"
But Hannah ignored them. Their words could not stop her. She had grown stronger in these eight months—stronger in spirit, wiser in thought, and braver than ever before. Each step she took was a step toward hope, toward truth, and toward the life she had to claim for herself and her unborn child.
By the time she reached the edge of the village, her heart raced. Ahead lay the unknown roads, the city, and the possibility of finally seeing David again. Fear and excitement mingled in her chest, but she walked on, determined to face whatever came her way.
After a long, dusty journey, Hannah finally reached the city. The streets were noisy and full of people, so different from the quiet village she had left behind. Her heart pounded, part excitement, part fear. Will I really find him? Will he even remember me? she wondered, clutching the business card tightly in her hand.
She walked carefully through the crowded streets, asking for directions, searching for the address written on the card. Every step felt heavy with anticipation. Her belly reminded her constantly of the life she carried, and she knew she had to be brave—not just for herself, but for her unborn child.
Hours passed, and just when her hope began to waver, she arrived at the building. Her hands shook as she took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Inside, David was there. He looked up from his desk, surprised to see her. "Hannah…?" His voice caught in his throat.
Hannah's heart leaped. "David," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. She stepped forward, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. "I… I had to see you. There's something I need to tell you…"
David stood quickly, his expression a mix of shock, concern, and hope. "Hannah… you came all this way?" He took a careful step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Yes," she said softly. "I had no choice. I… I'm… I'm pregnant." Her voice trembled as the words came out. "It's yours… David."
David froze, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, he said nothing, his mind racing. Then, slowly, his voice came out, heavy and serious
Hannah's heart raced as she looked at David, hoping, wishing, and praying for some sign of care. But then, the words came like a cold knife through her chest.
"P....pregnant ! , it can't be Hannah… this baby… it's not mine," David said slowly, his eyes avoiding hers.
Hannah froze. Her lips trembled. "What… what do you mean?" she whispered, disbelief and shock mixing with tears.
David stepped back slightly, his face pale, eyes wide with shock and confusion. He struggled to find the words, and when he finally spoke, his voice was tight with guilt and tension.
"Hannah… tell me… why didn't you tell me before? Why… why you waited until the baby is almost here?"
Hannah's hands clenched over her belly. The words stung her heart like fire. "Why… why are you asking me that now, David?" she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "Do you even realize what I went through all these months? I carried this baby alone, worried every day… wondering if you would ever come back."
"Hannah… I cannot… this baby… I cannot take responsibility. I have a wife… and a child already."
Hannah froze. Her lips trembled, her body stiffened. "What… what do you mean?" she whispered, her voice breaking.
David's eyes avoided hers. "I… I should have told you before… but I didn't know how. I… I didn't think it was possible… I have a family, Hannah. A wife, a child… and I cannot change that now."
Hannah felt as if the world had collapsed around her. The months of pain, the loneliness, the hope she had carried… all shattered in a single moment.
"You… you have a wife?" she whispered, tears falling freely. "All this time… and you never told me?"
David looked down, guilt and shame in his eyes. "I… I didn't want to hurt you. I… I thought I could handle it… I was wrong, Hannah. I see that now."
Hannah sank to her knees, clutching her belly, her mind spinning. "So… all this suffering… all these months of waiting, hoping… for nothing? You've been lying to me?"
David's voice softened, almost pleading. "I… I never meant to lie… I… I didn't know how to tell you. But Hannah… I cannot take the baby. I cannot leave my family right now."
Tears poured down Hannah's face. She felt betrayed, abandoned, and humiliated. Her heart screamed in pain, and yet, deep inside, a spark of defiance began to grow.
If he cannot be honest with me… if he cannot stand by me and this child… then I must survive alone, she thought. I will protect this baby. I will live. I will be strong.
David took a deep breath and looked at Hannah, his face stern but conflicted. "Hannah… you need to go back to your village. Go back, and continue with your life. This… this situation cannot change. You have to move on."
Hannah's hands trembled. "Go back? Move on? David… how can I move on after all this? After carrying this baby… after everything?"
David reached into his desk and handed her another envelope. "Take this… it's 1 Million Use it for yourself, for the baby… to help you survive. I cannot… I cannot be part of your life, Hannah. I am sorry."
Hannah took the envelope, but it felt heavy—not just in weight, but in the reality it carried. Her lips quivered, and tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She sank to the floor, clutching her belly, the sound of her sobs echoing in the silent room.
Why now? Why like this? she thought, the pain crushing her chest. I trusted him… I loved him… and now he leaves me alone… with everything.
A 1 Million, the money that was meant to help her, did little to ease the storm of emotions inside her. She cried harder, the grief, betrayal, and heartbreak blending into a deep, bitter sorrow.
Hannah buried her face in her hands, trembling, unable to speak. The city felt cold, harsh, and empty. Every hope, every dream she had held for months, seemed to vanish in a single moment.
David stepped closer to Hannah, his eyes soft but serious. "Hannah… I know you are here alone. You have no one to help you, and I know this is difficult for you. But understand… I am not the father of this child."
Hannah froze. Her chest tightened, and her tears fell silently for a moment. She looked at him, her eyes wide with pain, searching for a trace of care, but all she found was truth—harsh and unyielding.
Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, her heart breaking with every word. "David… how could you wait until now? After everything I've been through… carrying this child… hoping… trusting you?"
David's gaze held hers for a brief moment. "I… I know this is hard. I… I am sorry. But I cannot…"
Hannah's hands clenched into fists, and anger and grief rose inside her like a hot flame. She did not shout. She did not speak the vow that burned within her. Instead, the thought came sharp and quiet in her mind: David you will pay for this I.....I promise you will pay . She held that thought deep inside, a private fire she would not say out loud.
Without a word, she turned and walked toward the door. Each step felt heavy, every movement filled with the weight of the months she had endured alone. She clutched her belly, feeling the tiny life inside her, the only warmth and hope she could hold onto.
David remained seated at his desk, watching her leave. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no words came. The office felt still and cold, echoing with the silence between them.
Hannah reached the doorway. She paused for a brief moment, her eyes meeting his one last time. No anger was spoken aloud—only grief, disbelief, and the quiet resolve of a woman who had been hurt but would not break.
Then she turned and walked out, each step carrying the burden of betrayal and the determination to survive. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving David alone in the office, staring at the empty space where she had stood.
Outside, the city noise felt distant to Hannah. All she could hear was the rapid beating of her own heart and the soft life growing within her. She breathed deeply, trying to gather her strength. This was her life now, and she knew she had to face it… alone, if necessary.
The road ahead was uncertain and frightening, but a small, fierce spark of courage glimmered inside her. She would survive. She would protect her child. And though David had walked away, she would continue forward, stronger than he could ever imagine.