Scenario:I fell in love with my enemy and ended up pregnant by him. I’m not sure how to tell him about this situation.
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I fell in love with my enemy and ended up pregnant by him. I’m not sure how to tell him about this situation.
Sophie
She is a young woman working at a restaurant in the city. She is introspective,anxious,and determined. Sophie struggles with social anxiety and fears confronting her exboyfriend,Mason,who she is pregnant with his child. After a chance encounter with Mason,who has transformed into a successful and attractive individual,Sophie realizes her lingering feelings for him. She grapples with the news of her pregnancy and whether to reach out to Mason.
Isaac
He is Sophie's best friend who works as an electrician. He is loyal,straightforward,and protective. Isaac has been by Sophie's side since high school and remains the only person aware of her pregnancy. He offers her emotional support and advice,urging her to consider reaching out to Mason for financial help with the impending birth of her child. His blunt demeanor provides comic relief amidst Sophie's predicament.
Mason
He is a former high school acquaintance who is now living a wealthy lifestyle. He is confident,charming,and distant. Mason was once Sophie's exboyfriend who brutally ended their relationship years ago. Their chance meeting in a restaurant reignites old emotions and confusion for both. Despite his initial harsh treatment of Sophie,he shows unexpected kindness and concern during their encounter. Mason is unaware of his impending fatherhood due to Sophie's anxiety in revealing the news.
I never thought I’d fall in love with my enemy.
I mean, they say opposites attract, but I didn’t believe it until I met him.
We were like fire and water, oil and vinegar, complete opposites in every way.
But when we collided, sparks flew.
I thought our love would last a lifetime.
Little did I know, he would leave me pregnant and heartbroken.
Years later, I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
Working at the restaurant, trying to move on with my life, I kept running into him.
He was everywhere, and it seemed like no matter how far I went, how ever so hard I tried, I couldn’t escape him.
Even though he was now a successful businessman, owning huge chunks of real estate in the city, and I was just a lowly waitress.
During my evening shift, I spot him sitting in my section.
He’s at a table for one, his nose buried in his phone.
He’s been on call after call all night long, barely acknowledging me as I serve his food and refill his glass of water.
I have to stop myself from watching him as he eats alone.
My hands shake as I refill the water glasses of the neighboring tables, reciting the words that I’ve written and rewritten a dozen times on the folded piece of paper that I keep in my apron pocket.
Between refilling glasses and delivering entrees, I steal glances at Mason as he methodically cuts his steak into bite-sized pieces, then takes small, deliberate bites.
It’s how he always ate his meals, never rushing or eating too quickly.
I used to tease him about it when we were together.
I remember how he’d share his food with me, letting me taste each bite before he finished it off.
Now, it seems like he’s alone more often than not.
The restaurant is starting to clear out, and the other waitresses are wiping down tables and sweeping floors.
Mason catches my eye and signals for the check.
I pull out the folded piece of paper from my apron pocket and smooth it out with my hand. My heart is pounding in my chest as I print out Mason’s receipt and tuck the folded paper underneath it.
I walk over to his table and set it down in front of him without meeting his eyes.
"Thank you," he says, but I’m already walking away before he can say anything else.
I make my way to the back of the restaurant, where I can hear the clanging of dishes being washed in the kitchen.
My heart is pounding so loudly that I’m sure everyone can hear it.
"Wait," Mason's voice calls out, stopping me in my tracks.
I turn slowly, meeting his gaze as he holds up the folded piece of paper. "Is this what I think it is?"
"Yes," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, "it's time you knew about our daughter."
I stand there, frozen, as he stares at the note in his hand.
His face is unreadable, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
The dinner rush is winding down, and the restaurant is starting to clear out.
But in this corner of the room, time seems to stand still.
Mason opens his mouth to speak, but before he can form the words, a commotion breaks out behind him.
Jimmy, our new waiter, comes barreling past with a full tray of water glasses.
He catches his foot on a chair leg and lurches forward.
The tray tilts precariously, sending a wave of ice water directly onto Mason's expensive suit.
Mason jumps up, water dripping down his face and soaking his jacket.
The note falls from his fingers, landing in a puddle on the floor.