Sophia’s POV
The drive to Anastasia’s home was a haze of considerations and feelings. I was unable to shake the feeling that something was significantly wrong. At the point when she let me know through the phone that the pregnancy test was positive, I was excited, however, her manner of speaking referred to something more confounding.
At the point when I showed up, I saw Anastasia’s car left aimlessly in the carport, a sign of her state of mind. I rushed to the front entryway and knocked gently before giving myself access to the house. “Ana, it’s me,” I called out, my voice reverberating in the peaceful house.
I found her in the sitting room, nestled into the sofa with tear-streaked cheeks and puffy eyes. Seeing my best friend in such a state was heart-wrenching. She gazed upward as I entered, attempting to gather a weak smile but ended up failing miserably. “Hello, Soph,” she murmured.
I plunked down beside her, folding an arm over her shoulders. “Goodness Gracious, Ana,” I said delicately. “What’s happening? Talk to me.
She stayed away from my look, her eyes dashing around the room as though looking for a getaway. I could feel her strain, and it made my heart hurt.
As she tried speaking she burst into tears. “I don’t have any idea where to begin,” she said at last, her voice shaking.
“Begin from any place you want to,” I encouraged. “I’m hanging around for you.”
Briefly, she was quiet, and then, the floodgates opened. Tears gushed down her face as she cried, her wails wracking her body. I held her, my own eyes loading up with tears at her aggravation. “It’s OK, Ana. Let it out,” I murmured, scouring her back soothingly.
After what felt like an unfathomable length of time, her cries started to die down, and she cleaned her eyes with shaking hands. “Sophia, I’m so scared,” she said, her voice scarcely over a murmur. “I don’t have any idea what to do.”
“About the pregnancy?” I asked delicately, attempting to sort out the thing that was alarming her.
She gestured, gnawing her lip. “It’s not only that,” she said, her voice breaking. “I… I can’t even say whether the child is Blake’s.”
Her words lingered palpably, and I felt a surge of disarray and concern. “What do you mean?” I asked, my brain hustling.
She took a full breath, her eyes at last gathering mine. “At the point when I left the party after the encounter with Blake and Selene, I was crushed. I felt so alone and harmed. There was this guy…… he approached me earlier, at the time the three of you were dancing,” she paused for a while to catch her breath ” he tried to comfort me. We talked, and I… I committed an error, Soph. I slept with him.”
I gazed at her, my brain battling to deal with what she was talking about. “Goodness, Ana,” I said delicately, my shock for her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was embarrassed,” she conceded, her voice scarcely discernible. “I never figured I could follow through with something like that. In any case, I was so lost, and he was there, and I just… I committed a horrendous error.”
I maneuvered her into another embrace, sympathizing with her aggravation as intensely as though it were my own. “It’s OK,” I murmured. “We all make mistakes. You’re going through so much, and it’s reasonable.”
“But what if the child isn’t Blake’s?” she asked, her voice loaded up with fear. “What am I going to do?”
“We’ll sort it out,” I guaranteed her. “To begin with, you need to talk to Blake. He has to know what’s happening. Furthermore, you really need to take care of yourself and the child, regardless of what the outcome might be.”
She nodded, wiping her tears, but I could see the fear and vulnerability in her eyes. “I’m so terrified,” she confesses.
“I know,” I said, pressing her hand. “However, you’re not alone. I’m here with you, always.”
We sat peacefully for a couple of seconds, the heaviness of the circumstance settling over us. At long last, I talked once more. “Do you want me to stay with you till this evening?” I inquired.
She shook her head. “No, I think I need some time to process everything, Plus I am sure your medical licensing exams are coming up, I shouldn’t bother you,” she said. “And, thank you, Soph. I don’t have the tiniest idea what I’d do without you.”
“You don’t need to say thanks to me,” I said, giving her a consoling smile. “That is the very thing friends are for.”
“Anastasia,” I said, my voice firm yet delicate. “You’re in good company in this. We’ll traverse it together. Be that as it may, you really need to converse with Blake. You need to deal with this directly. You can’t continue to run from it.”
She nodded, her eyes loaded up with a blend of fear and assurance. “You’re right,” she said. “I have to communicate with him. I need to confront this.”
I embraced her firmly, feeling a feeling of resolve. We would confront whatever came straight away, together. What’s more, regardless of how troublesome it may be, I realized we would get past it.
As I went out, my brain was a hurricane of contemplation and feelings. I realize that the road ahead will be challenging for Anastasia, and I am determined to always be there for her, regardless of anything. She was my closest friend, and I would help her through this, Always,”
Anastasia’s POV
After Sophia left, my mind was puzzled with different possibilities, I tried to occupy myself with house chores but it wasn’t helping. It only reminded me of the fact that I was now an unemployed pregnant woman whose marriage was on the edge.
I had to confront Blake. He needed to know the truth, and I needed to understand why he had left me, why he had turned our lives upside down. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my car keys and headed to his office.
The drive was a blur. My mind was consumed with a whirlwind of emotions-fear, anger, confusion. I parked outside Blake’s office building and sat there for a moment, gathering my strength. I had to be strong. I had to face him.
As I walked into the building, the receptionist gave me a sympathetic smile. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Sinclair. Do you have an appointment?”
I shook my head. “No, but I need to see Blake. It’s urgent, is he around?.”
“Yes ma, but he has a visitor, do you want me to give him a phone call?” She asks.
“No thanks, I’ll just go upstairs,” I responded.
I could hear myself practicing what to say to him on my way to Blake’s cabin.
I stared at the almost-closed Masonite door, I took a deep breath as I placed my hand on the door handle.
“What do you mean you are pregnant?”