The Truth We Never Told [POV: Abigail]
I had prepared for this moment a hundred different ways. I had run through every possible outcome, rehearsed every version of this conversation in my head.
But now that I was here, sitting across from Vincent in the restaurant where we had once planned forever, all those carefully thought-out words were gone.
I stared at him, at the way his fingers tightened around his glass, the way his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself. I could see the hope in his eyes, fragile and desperate. And I hated that a small part of me wanted to reach for it.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words landed like a weight between us, shifting the air in the space we once filled with laughter, whispered dreams, and promises that had all turned to dust.
Vincent blinked once. Then again. His face remained unreadable, but his entire body went still.
Finally, he exhaled sharply, a quiet, disbelieving laugh slipping out. “That’s not funny, Aby.”
I swallowed, my fingers curling into my lap. “It’s not a joke.”
His breath caught. His hands loosened, then tightened again. He looked at me like I had just told him the sky wasn’t blue, like his world had tilted on its axis and he had no way of steadying himself.
“How long?” he asked, his voice rough.
“I found out before you told me about Hannah,” I admitted.
The words cut through him like a blade. I saw it in the way his jaw twitched, the way his knuckles whitened as his grip on the glass turned iron-tight.
His voice dropped, dangerously quiet. “And you didn’t think I had a right to know?”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “You had already made your choice, Vincent.”
His eyes flashed with something sharp, something angry. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, you don’t get to throw that at me. This wasn’t just your
I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms. “You think it was easy?” My voice wavered, but I held his gaze. “You think I wanted
He let out a bitter laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “You should have told me.” His voice cracked slightly. “You could have changed everything.
I exhaled sharply, the sting behind my eyes threatening to spill over. “Would I? Would I have changed anything?me
His expression twisted, frustration bleeding into pain. “You don’t know that.”
I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “I do, Vincent. I know it because I was there.had
He flinched, but I wasn’t done.
“You didn’t fight for me,” I whispered. “You didn’t fight for us.
His breathing was uneven now, his fingers twitching on the table. “Aby…”
“I needed you,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “And you dropped everything just like that.”
Silence.
The pain in his expression was unbearable, but I refused to look away.
“You should have told me,” he said again, his voice quieter now, raw.
I inhaled sharply. “And what would you have done, Vincent?” I forced the words out. “Would you have stayed with me out of obligation? Would you have resented me for ruining your honor
His lips parted, but he said nothing.
I shook my head, blinking against the wetness in my eyes. “I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let you stay with me just because I was carrying your child.”
He let out a shaky breath, his fingers threading through his hair. He looked wrecked. Completely destroyed.
But so was I.
“You should have fought for our child,” he murmured, his voice breaking on the last word.
The weight of it hit me like a punch to the gut.
I forced myself to breathe through the ache, to stay steady. “I’m fighting now.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto mine, desperation flickering beneath the pain. “Aby, please…”
I stood, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break through my ribs.
“I’m choosing Nate,” I said, my voice steady, final.
Vincent’s face twisted—pain, anger, desperation. But he didn’t move.
And neither did I.
I turned and walked away, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. I could feel his eyes on me, could feel the weight of everything we had been, everything we had lost, pressing against my back.
But I didn’t look back.
