Ex-boyfriend, begging for a second chance

"Drink this milk. You will be healthy with the nutrients in this milk," Mrs. Camela said lovingly, handing Anna a cup of warm milk. In a house that now feels brighter with the return of her beloved daughter, Mrs. Camela cannot hide her happiness. After all this time, Anna was back, and her presence brought back the happiness she had lost.

"Thank you, Ma..." Anna accepted the cup of milk with slightly trembling hands. As the cup touched her lips, she felt a warmth that went beyond the taste of milk. It seeped into her heart, giving her a long-lost sense of security.

Suddenly, Mrs. Camela hugged Anna tightly. The longing that had been held back finally spilled out. Anna sobbed in the warm embrace. "I'm sorry, Ma..." she said, voice breaking with sobs. She felt a deep sense of regret, feeling foolish for abandoning her parents' love for a man who didn't even appreciate her. Pedro-a man who had left indelible scars.

She felt the immense love of her parents, who, despite knowing she was bringing back a child from an irresponsible man, still accepted and supported her unconditionally. The regret became more and more suffocating, as if there was a heavy burden pressing on Anna's heart. However, she was determined not to make the same mistake again.

After returning home, Anna tried to start her life anew. A better, brighter life. She returned to the world of fashion design, the world that once brought her to the pinnacle of success. The world that gave her pride. Her work was always stunning and awe-inspiring, and she was offered many collaborations. Working passionately, Anna felt that, little by little, she was beginning to forget her dark past.

One day, Anna received an offer to design a wedding dress for a client. Without suspicion, she rushed to the meeting place. It was close to home, and although her parents suggested a chauffeur and a bodyguard, Anna insisted that she was fine. After all, her meeting with the client would only be brief.

However, as parents say, hunches are often right. As Anna was driving her car, a large car approached and blocked her way. Without warning, it blocked her path, and Anna was forced to stop. The car door opened, and before Anna's eyes, stood Pedro. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Anna..." said Pedro, his voice full of anger that was hard to hide. "Who is the father of this child? Tell me! Did you betray me all this time?"

Pedro stepped forward, his face bright red, filled with pain and confusion. Mercilessly, he pulled Anna out of the car and dragged her inside their house, which they once thought of as a home filled with beautiful memories. A home that now felt like a prison to Anna.

Anna felt like her body was being pulled roughly, with no way to resist. Once inside the house, Pedro threw her onto the bed roughly. His hands gripped both of Anna's wrists, making her unable to move.

"It's none of your business! We no longer have a relationship. What need do you have to ask about this child? Take care of it, you weak woman!" Anna shouted, trying to endure the pain radiating through her body.

She felt her anger overflowing, churning like a huge wave crashing against a cliff. Their five-year relationship had been one-sided-the side Pedro had chosen never to take seriously. Anna was just an outlet, just a substitute.

"You always misunderstood my relationship with Richa, Anna!" Pedro said with a contorted face, full of confusion and anger. "You used my relationship with Richa as a shield to cover your shame. You're the one who betrayed me!"

Those words hurt Anna more than anything else. In her heart, she felt shattered. All the trust she had once given Pedro seemed to be thrown away.

Anna struggled against Pedro's grip, trying to break free. It hurt. Not just physically, but also in her heart. She knew that their relationship had ended a long time ago, but hearing all those accusations from Pedro made the old wounds reopen.

"Drop your sibling. I will accept you back. I won't bring anything up again," Pedro said in a threatening tone. "We can go back to the way we were before."

Anna felt herself losing all strength. She was exhausted. The tears flowed unbidden. Her eyes could no longer look at Pedro, whom she used to love so much.

"Believe me, Anna. We can be happy like before. We can start over," Pedro said in a softer tone, though still full of anger. "You were always obedient. I really liked you..."

Anna closed her eyes, holding back the growing tears. "No, no, no. I will not abort my pregnancy, even if her father does not want her to come into this world."

Pedro was silent, looking at Anna with hatred. "Anna, don't be stubborn!"

"You're the stubborn one, Pedro!" shouted Anna in a hoarse voice, full of pent-up anger. "You always do what you want! You always think that what you think is the truth! You've never once understood my feelings! You don't deserve to be in charge of my baby's life! He's my flesh and blood! No one can take him away from me!"

Anna's voice grew louder, filled with hatred and hurt. Every word that came out of her mouth was the result of all the hurt that Pedro had left behind.

Pedro couldn't contain his anger anymore. With one swift movement, he got up from the bed and backed away, looking at Anna hatefully. "Fine if that's what you want. Then don't blame me if I cross the line."

He walked out of the room, then locked the door with unimaginable force. Anna, lying limp on the bed, whimpered softly, begging not to be locked up like that. But Pedro already didn't care. He simply left her locked in the room, ordering someone to watch and ensure that she couldn't get out. No one could give her food or water.

"If you don't abort the child, then I will, Anna. In my way," Pedro said in a voice full of hatred and desperation. In his heart, he was obsessed with the betrayal he thought Anna had committed. It haunted him constantly, as if to erase all the good that had once existed between them.

In the darkened room, Anna did not remain silent. The despair that engulfed her heart moved her body to fight. She looked around for something that could be used to call for help. Her eyes found a landline phone lying on a small table in the corner of the room.

With trembling hands, Anna picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Please, help me. Get me out of Pedro's house. He kidnapped me..." Anna's voice broke, choked with tears. Her heart was pounding, hope rising behind her fear. Was this a way out?