I was born and raised in a small town. When the time came to apply to college, I chose a larger city. I had always dreamed of becoming a foreign language translator. Since I did well in school, getting accepted wasn’t too difficult.
There, I quickly made a friend, and after our first year, we went on a vacation together. Over the summer, we grew even closer, and she often invited me to her home. That’s where I met her parents.
Her mom doesn’t work; she takes care of the household, while her dad runs his own business. Both are in their early forties. I became so comfortable there that most holidays weren’t complete without me. We’d all go to their countryside cottage together. Soon, I started noticing that her dad looked at me with affection and sometimes didn’t shy away from accidental touches. At first, I didn’t think much of it, figuring I might be imagining things.
One winter, I caught a bad cold and couldn’t pass one of my exams. The professor was understanding and told me to come back after the new year to retake it. My friend went to visit relatives in another city for the New Year holidays. Meanwhile, I needed a study guide that I knew she had. I called her, and she told me to go to her house, saying she’d let her dad know.
At first, I just went in and started looking for the book. When I found it, I was about to leave, but her dad blocked the door. I don’t recall exactly what he said, but suddenly I went toward him, and soon we ended up on my friend’s couch, where we slept together.
The next morning, I felt ashamed of my behavior. It took me a while to realize what I had done. I wanted to leave their house as quickly as possible, but her father wouldn’t let me go. I stayed there first for the weekend, then until Wednesday. By the end of those days together, I realized I had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with this man. As cliché as it sounds, he was exactly the person I had been searching for all these years.
That evening, his wife called and said they were on their way back. I had to leave, but I desperately didn’t want to. All I wanted was to stay with him and never let go. I had to go, but a week later, he rented an apartment for us, and we started spending time there together.
At first, I didn’t know how to face my friend, since she had no idea. But eventually, I found the courage to tell her vaguely about the man I was seeing. We’ve been together for three years now. At some point, he even confessed to his wife that he had a young lover.
My friend once told me that her father would never leave the family because his business is registered under her mom’s name, and in a divorce, he’d only get half. Everything would be fine, but I’m pregnant—two months along.
My friend knows and encourages me to keep the baby. Oh, the irony… If only she knew I’m carrying her brother or sister. I don’t know what to do. I need to decide quickly, while the pregnancy is still early, whether to keep it or not.
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