THE MAN I GOT PREGNANT FOR, WAS MY BIOLOGICAL SON.
i was a teenager when I lost my mother and father. After their passing, I went to live with my uncle. However, our living situation took a turn for the worse when my uncle lost his job. As a result, my education was put on hold.
I began to notice a change in my uncle's behavior every day. He would go out, get drunk, and return home in a terrible state. One day, he tried to force himself on me, but I refused. In anger, he told me to leave his house by the next morning.
I thought he was joking, but the next day, he made it clear that he was serious. I had already dressed for school, but he stopped me, asking who would take care of my education. He told me it was time for me to get married since I was mature enough. I was furious and refused to listen.
In response, my uncle threw all my clothes outside and locked the door. I was forced to sleep in the corridor until he returned home drunk that night. He opened the door, telling me to find a husband so I could have a place to stay. He claimed that the house he built with his own sweat was not for me.
Neighbors and colleagues intervened, begging my uncle to let me back in. Eventually, he relented, but the situation remained tense. The next day, he told me to stop wasting my time with school and instead go out and find a job. I thought this was good advice, so I set out to look for work.
However, I soon discovered that my uncle had packed his bags and left the house. The landlord had already locked up the apartment, leaving me homeless. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I ended up living on the streets, sleeping in the park.
As I navigated this difficult situation, I encountered various challenges and struggles. I had to rely on my wits and resilience to survive.
The next day, I decided to take action and find a safe place to stay and a job. I went to the market, where I met Iya Farook, a successful businesswoman with many shops in the market square. She offered to help me, and I gratefully accepted. She even provided me with a place to stay, and I began living with her.
In return, I helped Iya Farook with her household chores and worked for her at the market. However, she never paid me my full wages, always deducting a portion of my earnings. Despite this, I continued to work hard for her, both at home and at the market.
One day, I fell ill and slept in, exhausted. Iya Farook knocked on the door, and when I didn't respond, she entered the room, poured water on me, and woke me up. She scolded me, asking why I was still sleeping and not doing my chores. I tried to explain my illness, but she wouldn't listen, slapping me and telling me not to interrupt her.
Iya Farook ordered me to complete all my household chores and meet her at the market, as we had a lot of work to do. I obeyed, but my illness worsened with each passing day. Iya Farook didn't care about my well-being; her only concern was that I was pregnant.
One day, Iya Farook sent me on an errand, and as I was walking, I felt faint and nearly collapsed. A passing driver saw me struggling and rushed me to the hospital.
The kind stranger who helped me tried to call Iya Farook, but she ignored the calls for three days. Meanwhile, I was hospitalized and unable to pay my bills. Fortunately, the doctor and the stranger who helped me intervened, covering my expenses.
When Iya Farook finally returned the call, the stranger informed her that I was in the hospital after fainting. Iya Farook rushed to the hospital, but instead of showing concern for my well-being, she accused me of being pregnant. She scolded me, saying I had ruined my life and that I should have known better.
The stranger tried to intervene, explaining that I was genuinely ill, but Iya Farook refused to listen. Just then, the doctor arrived and escorted Iya Farook out of the room. He explained to her that I was not pregnant, but rather suffering from an illness.
Iya Farook returned, calmer and apologetic. She begged for my forgiveness, claiming she had acted out of concern and misunderstanding. She acknowledged that everything she had done for me was out of kindness and asked me to forgive her for her mistakes.
I accepted Iya Farook apology, feeling I had no other choice. Initially, she treated me kindly, like her own child, during my first week back home. However, after I recovered, her behavior worsened, and she began treating me like a total slave.
She stopped paying me, claiming I was using free amenities like housing, electricity, and water. She exploited me, forcing me to unload her market goods whenever they arrived. I felt trapped and helpless.
One evening, as I was walking home lost in thought, I nearly got hit by a car driven by Charles, the kind stranger who had helped me earlier. He recognized me, called out my name, and asked what was wrong. I told him I hadn't eaten all day due to my exhausting work.
Charles bought me food and other essentials, and we exchanged numbers. He began visiting me regularly, which made Iya Farook suspicious. One day, she caught us kissing behind the house and became enraged.
Iya Farook accused us of turning her place into a brothel, reminiscent of my past experiences with my uncle. She poured water on Charles and dragged me inside, beating me mercilessly until I almost lost consciousness. She even starved me, leaving me no choice but to plan my escape.
The next day, I ran away to Charles's house, knocking on his door early in the morning. Charles was shocked to see me, and I could sense his concern and surprise
Charles welcomed me into his home, concerned about my sudden arrival. He questioned me about what brought me there, worrying about the potential consequences if Iya Farook found out. I asked Charles directly: "Do you love me?"
Charles was taken aback, struggling to respond. His voice cracked as he searched for words. I repeated the question, my eyes welling up with tears. Charles finally gathered his composure, embracing me as he confessed his true love.
However, Charles expressed concerns about Iya Farook's potential reaction. I challenged him, asking if he would stand up for the person he loved. Charles assured me that he would, and I requested that he prove his love by accepting me into his home.
Charles was shocked to learn that Iya Farook was not my biological mother and that I was only living with her to earn a living. He felt sorry for both Iya Farook, who had lost her family in a car accident, and for me, who had endured her cruelty.
Charles welcomed me into his home, and I began a new life with him. He took care of me, providing for my every need, and refusing to let me work outside. We shared a deep connection, and I finally felt happy, having found my dream husband.
One day, while out shopping at the market to prepare a meal for Charles and me, I encountered Iya Farook on the road.
I greeted Iya Farook at the market, but she ignored me, pretending not to know me. I was taken aback by her behavior, but I didn't let it bother me. I finished shopping and returned home to share the encounter with Charles.
Charles listened attentively, his expression unwavering. "I knew she was evil from the start," he said. "She didn't truly care for you; she just wanted to exploit you for your labor." His words struck a chord, and tears began to well up in my eyes.
I tried to compose myself, but the emotions were overwhelming. Charles's words had validated my experiences, and I felt a mix of sadness and relief. I took a deep breath and distracted myself by focusing on preparing dinner in the kitchen. The familiar routines and smells provided a sense of comfort, but my mind lingered on the past, processing the pain and the lessons learned.
After a few months, I landed a well-paying job that I enjoyed. Charles was happy for me, but little did he know, I had just discovered I was pregnant. I was emotional as I shared the news with Charles, but to my surprise, he was thrilled at the prospect of becoming a father.
We began making plans for our wedding and preparing for the arrival of our child. Charles took me to meet his family, introducing me as his wife. However, his mother was not welcoming. She bombarded me with questions about my family, which I struggled to answer.
The interrogation brought up painful memories, and I broke down in tears. I apologized and walked away, feeling overwhelmed. Charles tried to intervene, but his mother refused to listen. Charles followed me home, apologizing for his mother's behavior and trying to make me feel better.
Charles father called him to return to their family home. Charles explained the situation to his parents, but they were unmoved. They rejected me, citing my orphaned status and the fact that I had been kicked out by my family.
Their rejection was devastating, but Charles stood by me, reassuring me that he loved and accepted me, regardless of his family's opinions. We faced an uncertain future, but we were determined to build a life together, with our unborn child.
On a Sunday morning, I woke up with severe stomach pain and cried out for help. Charles rushed downstairs and quickly took me to the hospital. The doctor examined me and announced that it was time for me to deliver the baby.
Charles was overjoyed and quickly made arrangements for everything we needed for our newborn. He ensured that all the necessary clothes and items were ready for our baby's arrival.
As I delivered the baby via cesarean section, Charles parents visited us in the hospital. After several weeks, the doctor finally gave me clearance to return home.
As we were leaving the hospital, I unexpectedly ran into Iya Farook. She was shocked to see me with my child, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of remorse and happiness on her face. It was a brief, awkward encounter, but it marked a turning point in my life. I had moved on, and I was now focused on building a happy life with Charles and our child.
As Charles and I settled back into our routine at home, we often joked about my labor experience and the challenges Charles faced during that time. Unbeknownst to us, Charles's mother had been watching us, seething with discontent.
Charles mother began plotting against me, determined to cause harm. She cleverly manipulated me, asking me to run an errand to the market. As I walked, I noticed some suspicious individuals following me.
The moment I realized I was being trailed, I quickened my pace. However, before I could escape, a vehicle suddenly stopped in front of me, blocking my path. A gun was pointed at me, and a menacing voice ordered me to get into the vehicle.
Fearful for my life, I reluctantly entered the vehicle. As the doors locked behind me, I realized I had been kidnapped. My heart racing, I wondered what lay ahead and whether I would ever see Charles and my child again.
The kidnappers threatened to kill me, warning me never to see Charles again. After months of searching, Charles efforts to find me proved fruitless. I was abandoned in an unfamiliar city, left to fend for myself.
As I wept, some kind-hearted women approached me, removed my blindfold, and untied my hands. They took me to their home, where I shared my ordeal. However, to my surprise, they blamed me for not accepting the 50 million naira that Charles's mother had offered me. They claimed she didn't love me, which was why she orchestrated the kidnapping.
Their words cut deep, leaving me feeling sorrowful and pained. But the women soon shifted their tone, encouraging me to move forward and focus on rebuilding my life. With their support, I began to heal and eventually found a well-paying job at a reputable company.
Years passed, and I rose through the ranks, becoming wealthy and successful. I owned my company, house, and other assets. One day, I met a potential investor, Jerry, who expressed interest in partnering with my company. My friends were thrilled, suggesting I seduce him to earn his trust. However, I refused, believing God had brought him into my life for a reason.
As Jerry and I worked together, our connection deepened. He visited my office, introducing himself, and we engaged in conversation. Before long, I found myself smitten, my past memories of Charles and our child fading into the background.
My friends noticed the change in me and encouraged me to consider marrying Jerry, given our mutual wealth and promising future together. I couldn't shake off the idea, and Jerry's thoughtful gestures, like bringing me my favorite food, only strengthened our bond.
As I savored the meal, Jerry revealed he had something important to share with me. His words hung in the air, leaving me curious and eager to hear what he had to say.
Jerry voice trembled as he got down on his knees and proposed to me. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and everything seemed to unfold rapidly after I accepted the ring. My feelings for Jerry intensified, and we found ourselves inseparable.
My friends reminded me that a good guy like Jerry was rare and that I should seize the opportunity to marry him before someone else did. I confidently assured them that I loved Jerry, and we began making plans for our future together.
However, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I questioned Jerry about why he hadn't introduced me to his family yet, considering his wealth and status. Jerry reassured me of his love and arranged a meeting with his family.
As we journeyed to Jerry's family home, I felt a sense of déjà vu. The road seemed familiar, and memories of Charles and our child flooded my mind, filling me with sadness. Jerry noticed my distress but I brushed it off.
When we arrived at Jerry's family home, I was struck by its resemblance to Charles place. I wondered if it was merely a coincidence. As we entered, Jerry asked me to wait while he called his father.
My heart skipped a beat as Charles emerged, leaving me stunned and speechless. The room began to spin, and I felt like I was living in a nightmare.
Jerry introduced me to his father, Charles, and I was shocked, confused, and speechless. I couldn't process the revelation that Jerry, the man I loved, was the son I had with Charles years ago.
I hastily exited the scene, ordering a taxi to take me home. Jerry tried to follow me, pleading for an explanation, but I was too distraught to listen.
Back at home, I revealed the shocking truth to my friends: Jerry was my son, born from my relationship with Charles. They were stunned, initially thinking it was a joke. But as the reality sank in, the room fell silent.
Charles, too, was reeling from the revelation. He couldn't sleep, haunted by memories of the day I disappeared. Jerry was equally shocked, struggling to understand why I had fled without explanation.
The next day, Jerry arrived at my doorstep, knocking persistently. I refused to open the door, consumed by grief and anger. I told jerry to leave, never wanting to see him again.
Jerry was taken aback, pleading with me to listen and explain everything. But I remained resolute, insisting he leave. Jerry getting into his car and driving away, leaving the complicated web of relationships and emotions hanging in the balance.
Jerry pressed his father, Charles, for answers about their past connection. Charles hesitated, taking a deep breath before revealing that they had known each other a long time ago. However, Jerry remained unsatisfied, seeking more clarity on the events that had unfolded.
Charles silence only added to Jerry frustration. The tension between them was palpable, with Charles eventually turning away, overcome with emotion. Tears streamed down his face as he retreated to his room.
I, too, was consumed by regret, replaying the events of my life, from meeting Charles to getting pregnant and being kidnapped. My friend attempted to console me, but I was a mess.
Meanwhile, Jerry began patrolling my house daily, hoping to catch a glimpse of me. Months passed, and I started feeling unwell. A doctor's visit revealed the shocking truth: I was four months pregnant with Jerry's child – my own son.
The news left me stunned, annoyed, and depressed. The doctor's inquiry about what had happened only made me more distressed. I rushed back home, tears streaming down my face, and revealed the devastating truth to my friends.
My friends were stunned when I revealed my pregnancy with Jerry. One of them suggested I consider an abortion, but I refused. The next day, I received an invitation from Charles to meet at a restaurant.
At the restaurant, Charles asked why I had left him years ago. I explained how his mother had planned to kidnap and kill me, but I had managed to escape. Charles was shocked, disbelieving the story.
I then revealed to Charles that I had told no one about my past, including Jerry. Charles asked to see the pregnancy test result, and upon seeing it, he was stunned. "You're pregnant," he exclaimed.
I confirmed that Jerry was the father, feeling a mix of emotions, shame, guilt, and regret. Charles returned home, where Jerry confronted him about the truth. Charles confirmed that I was indeed Jerry's mother.
Jerry was shocked, confused, and overwhelmed. Charles revealed that I was pregnant with Jerry child, leaving Jerry reeling. He rushed to my house, finding me on the verge of taking my own life.
Jerry burst into the room, rescuing me from the brink of disaster. He was determined to make sense of the situation and find a way forward. But as they stood there, locked in a desperate embrace, the future seemed more uncertain than ever.
I couldn't bear the weight of my forbidden love for Jerry. The consequences of our actions crushed me, and I struggled to come to terms with the fact that Jerry was my son.
As the days passed, my mental health began to deteriorate. I became withdrawn, unable to face the reality of my situation. Jerry, too, was consumed by grief and guilt, unable to reconcile his feelings for me with the fact that I was his mother.
Our relationship, once filled with love and passion, was now tainted by the knowledge of our familial bond. We tried to stay away from each other, but the pain of our separation only intensified our suffering.
One fateful night, my emotional pain became too much to bear. I took a devastating step, leaving behind a note that would change everything. Jerry found me, but it was too late. The tragedy of our situation had ultimately consumed us.
I realized too late that fate had been cruel, binding me to my son in a love that was never meant to be.
The end.
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