He Got Me Pregnant

Chapter 1: Prologue

“It is not in every situation that love is perfect, it's not the same as what we see in Disney movies that

happily ever after exist. Sometimes, we should accept the fact that some people meet, but not fated for

each other. And there are also people who are fated, but never had a chance to meet.”

Facing the conference, I smiled widely as I finished my statement.

Being Neysha Castillo is too fancy and expensive. Facing these people is like a dream come true. I

never expected that what happened to me years ago could lead me to this extraordinary life that I have

right now.

The bitter past still gives me chill as I remember the person who made my sufferings.

I smirked in the back of my head.

I can still remember his face.

I can still remember his laughter.

I can still remember his every touch.

Who would expect that my best friend would make me pregnant and marry another girl- leaving me

speechless?

He left without saying a word. He left without looking at me. He left, as if he didn't took anything from

me.

I fisted my palms in anger. Now that I am back. I will make him taste the vengeance that I have been

preparing for a long time.

I smiled in a camera directed to me and slowly turned my back facing the grand staircase.

I was walking upstairs, chin up with sophisticated grace.

It was not my intention to look at the person next to me but I did. The familiar loud thud of my beating

heart began as I look at the person next to me.

He is wearing a suit, with a very formal stance. His shoulders got broader, with the same dark eyes and

perfectly thick eyebrows.

I gulped as I step faster than normal, all I wanted to do is to get away from there! I want to get away

from him! Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As I reached the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in a mirror.

“What the fuck is he doing here in Nevada!” I can't help but mumble.

I thought I moved on. But why am I shaking?

I fisted my palms as I look my reflection in a mirror.

How dare he. How dare he.

He used me. He made me a past time!

He didn't come back after that night. He didn't. He left. He did!

My tears started to flow as that forbidden memory of us came back to me like a waterfall.

I held the top of my chest.

How many drum of tears should I waste for that person?

No matter how many times I tell myself that I've moved on, I’m again and again wrong.

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