“I don’t even know if she’s pregnant,” I added.
That changed everything.
Then came the messages.
Her words.
Her plans.
Clear. Cold. Undeniable.
THE FINAL PIECE
Then he walked in.
The man from the messages.
He froze when he saw the room.
I pointed.
“That’s him.”
He didn’t stay.
He turned and left.
Just like that.
THE END
She begged me to stop.
“Turn it off!”
“Then explain it,” I said.
She couldn’t.
I walked to the cake.
Cut it open.
No pink.
No blue.
Just the truth.
A photo of her and him.
Smiling.
Together.
The room fell silent.
I picked up the microphone one last time.
“I’m ending this,” I said.
She cried. Begged.
I stayed calm.
