Kenneth had never taken protective measures, saying it wasn’t intimate enough.
He said he only wanted to share a world with me, so he asked me to try and endure the birth control shot for his sake.
But thinking that the shot might not be fully effective, I decided to take a pregnancy test.
When I saw two red lines, I was filled with immense joy.
I was afraid of a misunderstanding, so I hurried to the hospital to get a blood test.
The moment I confirmed that I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to tell Kenneth.
I took a taxi to the bar he frequented, hoping to surprise him.
The owner recognized me and smiled, pointing to a private room in the corner. "Mr. Smith is over there with a few friends."
I approached the room, the door slightly ajar and familiar laughter and clinking glasses could be heard from inside.
I was about to push the door open, but when I heard my name, I stopped in my tracks.
Kevin, you used students as experimental subjects, aren't you afraid of killing someone?” a strange male voice teased.
"These four years of tutoring has been worth it. When will we get to hear your student’s moans?" another voice chimed in.
My heart almost stopped and cold sweat drenched my back.
Kenneth's voice rang out, colder and more mocking than I had ever heard. "In three days, Yara will be back. I have to let her know I haven't been idle these past four years. She's allergic to birth control pills and I couldn't bear for her to suffer through childbirth, so I tested it out in advance."
He sneered, his tone full of disdain. "It's just for fun, but it seems like my student has really become addicted."
I was frozen, my entire body cold.
It turned out that his breath, filled with passion, was nothing more than a test report for another woman.
I left the bar in a daze, tears blurring my vision.
Back home, I once again submitted my IELTS application.
Kenneth didn't come back that night. The next day, I went to the hospital alone.
Seeing me by myself, the doctor hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Didn't your family come with you?"
"He has something to do," I said, forcing a smile, my hand unconsciously resting on my abdomen.
"Doctor, I’d like to consult you about an abortion."
The doctor reviewed my test results, his brows furrowing deeper. "You've been using birth control shots for a long time?"
I nodded.
"Using birth control shots can lead to hormonal imbalances and in severe cases, it could affect your future fertility," the doctor said seriously, looking at me. "You’re nearly ten weeks along now and the fetus seems stable. Honestly, you’re lucky to have gotten pregnant this time. If you have a miscarriage now, you might never be able to conceive again."
At that moment, something within me stirred. Perhaps it was a maternal instinct and I made the decision to keep the child.
That evening, Kenneth finally returned. He personally cooked several dishes.
"Nyta, you've lost weight recently," he said, looking at me with concern.
I lowered my eyes. I no longer trusted such false tenderness.
But for the sake of the child, I didn’t want to cause any trouble before leaving.
"It’s just academic pressure," I answered softly.
A gentle smile returned to his face. "Nyta, you're the most outstanding student I've ever taught. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself."
With that, he moved closer to me, pressing me against the dining table.
"Or is it that I haven't taught you enough?"
