My Dark Secret: The Pregnancy Lie I Told After His Betrayal

I’ve carried this secret deep inside me, a heavy stone in my heart, for far too long. No one knows the truth of what I did, or why. It began innocently enough, like many stories do. I met him, Rohan, at a friend’s party. He was charming, attentive, and for a while, I felt seen, truly seen. But slowly, subtly, the demands began. Small at first, then escalating, until my own desires, my own comfort, became secondary to his. I found myself walking on eggshells, constantly trying to appease him, losing a piece of myself with every passing day. This slow erosion was the start of my painful journey.

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