I Lost My Child,My Lying Boyfriend Broke Down

A few uneventful days passed, though my social feed was constantly flooded with updates from Ashley.

There were photos of Miles taking her to work or out for meals.

Her caption read: [Big thanks to Miles for finding such an understanding girlfriend! She even let him pick me up after work while she got soaked in the rain! Love him so much!]

That happened two days ago.

Miles had told me Ashley was weak and couldn’t handle getting wet, especially during season changes when she easily caught colds.

He asked me to wait at the office while he dropped her off at her place before coming to get me.

I waited until 9 p.m., sitting alone at the office in the dark, with no one in sight.

The next evening, we had a fight.

He couldn’t stand the silent treatment I gave him for the whole day and was the first to break the ice.

“Do you have to be like this? I just gave her a ride. She’s not well. Can’t you be a little more understanding?”

“And who’s going to understand me? I’m supposed to stand alone outside the office building, in the dark, enjoying the cold wind and the pouring rain?”

“She’s nothing but a two-faced girl to me. If this continues, we might as well break up.”

Miles’s voice grew louder, “Don’t be ridiculous! She just got to the city. I’m taking care of her out of old friendship. Can you stop acting irrational? And don’t joke about breaking up!”

I glared at him, my voice icy. “Then take care of her forever. I never joke when I mention breaking up.”

Seeing how furious I was, or maybe feeling guilty, he lowered his head in defeat.

He slept in the study for three nights as a way of apologizing.

The following week, Miles tried to get close to me again. But I refused to let him touch me.

Though angry, he didn’t push things further.

A few days later, Ashley posted a video of Miles at a bar, getting into a fight for her.

Her caption read: [Miles’s so cool! Having a brother like him is my greatest luck! I’m so jealous of Gretchen for having such an amazing boyfriend.]

Seeing that post only made me want to laugh.

If this video gets out and people spin it the wrong way, it’ll definitely impact the company’s upcoming IPO.

But then again... the company was about to go public.

After six years of standing by him through thick and thin, I wasn’t about to let Ashley swoop in and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Why should she?

I didn’t have many six years to waste.

Besides, there was something else.

I hadn’t been feeling well lately – constantly tired and nauseous.

My period was late.

When I first felt sick seeing Ashley, I thought it was just her making me feel queasy. But now, it seemed I needed to go to the hospital.

Miles, as my boyfriend, had no reason not to accompany me.

On Friday, when I got home from work, I told him about it – that I wasn’t feeling well and needed to go to the hospital. He agreed.

But when I woke up the next morning, he was already gone.

He left a note:

I left the car and driver for you. Something urgent came up at work, and I couldn’t get away. I made some soup in the kitchen – make sure to drink it. Love you, baby.

In the past, even if I coughed a few times, Miles would panic and rush me to the hospital.

But now, when I actively asked him to take me, he found an excuse.

I hadn’t slept well the night before, so I took a nap in the morning.

By 3 p.m., I headed to the hospital with the driver.

We hit terrible traffic on the way, turning what should’ve been a short trip into a two-hour ordeal.

Bored in the backseat, I started scrolling through my phone again.

Once more, Ashley’s post hit me like a punch in the gut.

[Thanks to Miles for the amazing birthday gift! Totally in love with it! Can’t wait for tonight’s spa and hot spring at the resort. It’ll be our little secret!]

The photo showed two crossed fingers with matching rings on the middle fingers – clearly a man’s hand and a woman’s hand.

The man’s hand was long and veiny, and the ring on his finger looked painfully familiar.

Matching couple rings.

I remembered the time I had asked Miles to wear one for me.

He did, but only for a short while, claiming, “The company’s in a crucial phase, and I have to attend a lot of formal events. Wearing jewelry isn’t appropriate.”

After that, the ring I bought for him sat collecting dust in his wardrobe.

How ironic.

They were already at the resort, enjoying the hot springs.

Why was I still tolerating this?

I took a screenshot of Ashley’s post and sent it to Miles with a message.

[Stop pretending to be brother and sister. It’s disgusting. Just go ahead and make it official – I’ll get out of the way.]

Maybe I had hit a nerve because Miles responded quickly with a string of angry voice messages.

“Gretchen, what are you even saying?! Just because I didn’t go to the hospital with you, you think any random guy’s hand is mine? Think about it – how long has it been since we’ve been close? You keep pushing me away. I think you’re the one looking for an excuse to dump me. Stop creating problems where there aren’t any!”

I snapped back.

“You’re the one creating problems! I’ve had enough of the two of you! You’re already at a damn hot spring hotel – what’s next? Are you waiting until there’s a love child before you tell me?!”

Miles clearly wasn’t expecting such a heated reply. He responded with a written message, more desperate now.

[Stop it, Gretchen. I’m busy right now. I told you, there’s nothing between us. Calm down, and don’t you dare mention breaking up again. It’s not happening.]

By the time I reached the hospital, I had a confirmation from the doctor.

I was two months pregnant.

Despite suspecting it, hearing the news out loud left me terrified.

I was all alone.

Miles’s mind was elsewhere.

Back when we were still in college, Miles loved the idea of having kids.

When we graduated at 22, he’d place his hand on my stomach and talk about how we’d have two kids – one like me, one like him.

Boy or girl, he didn’t care.

But back then, we could barely support ourselves, and reality quickly crushed those dreams.

Now, at 26, we were having a child.

And neither of us seemed to care.