She said she wanted to keep the baby—he nodded and drove her straight to a hospital.

Silent conversations

He turned slightly away from me and lifted the phone to his ear. "Yes, I'm here," he said, his voice muffled, almost conspiratorial. An invisible wall immediately fell between us - this was not a conversation I was meant to be having. I could only pick up single, torn words, but each one made my apprehension swell further. Something was very, very wrong. As I stood there, rigid with tension, a cold realization began to spread through me: This wasn't the first secret he'd kept from me. With each of his quiet words, the feeling of betrayal grew inside me, like a wound opening wider.

Deepening mistrust

My heart pounded as I tried to catch his every word. The way he turned away, the way he spoke softly and carefully, left no doubt - he was hiding something. "Dates," I heard him say, his voice sounding almost apologetic. My breath caught in my throat. Then came another word, quieter but clear enough: "Decisions." At that moment, I knew that this call was no coincidence. It was part of a plan - a plan I should never have known about. A cold stab went through my heart as I realized how deep this web of secrets actually went.