Tricia nodded slowly. Yes, we are happy, but sometimes he just becomes quiet, absent-minded, like he’s thinking deeply. When I ask him what’s wrong, he just smiles and says, nothing.
But I know something is bothering him. Cynthia looked at her carefully. Tricia, are you sure he’s not thinking about another woman? Tricia’s eyes widened slightly.
That was my first thought, too. I’ve been watching him closely. I’m monitoring his phone.
I installed a tracker. He doesn’t know. Cynthia gasped and covered her mouth in shock.
You did what? Yes, Tricia said confidently. But I haven’t seen him chatting or calling any other woman, only his business partners and a few old friends. So I don’t think he’s cheating.
Cynthia smiled mischievously. Um, you want him to propose, right? Tricia nodded quickly. Yes.
I want him to marry me. I want to become Mrs. Williams. Cynthia giggled.
Let me tell you the secret I used for this, my man. You see that ring on my finger? She lifted her left hand and showed off her engagement ring. Tricia leaned in.
Tell me. Cynthia whispered like it was a big secret. I told him I was pregnant.
Tricia’s jaw dropped. What? But were you really pregnant? Cynthia shook her head, laughing. No.
I wasn’t. I just wanted him to take me seriously. Two weeks later, he proposed.
Tricia was speechless. But what if he finds out you’re not pregnant? Cynthia rolled her eyes. When he asked me later, I told him I lost the pregnancy.
And that was the end. He even felt sorry for me. By then, we were already engaged.
Men are like that. Tricia was quiet for a while. Do you think I should do the same with Kelvin? She asked slowly.
Cynthia smiled. If you really want to marry him, yes. He’s rich.
Handsome. You love him. Just do it.
Once he believes you’re carrying his child, he’ll propose immediately. No man wants to lose his child or his image. Tricia stared into space, thinking.
Her eyes blinked slowly. She remembered Kelvin telling her. I’ll settle down soon.
But she also remembered the ring on my finger. often he sat quietly, lost in thought. Okay, Tricia said softly, I’ll do it.
I’ll tell him I’m pregnant. Meanwhile, at that same moment, little Vera was playing with her dolls at home. She looked at the gold necklace hanging on her chest and smiled.
I have a daddy, she whispered to herself. And this necklace proves it. In a world full of secrets, plans, and lies, one little girl was holding on to the only truth she had.
The sun was shining softly as Tricia’s black car entered the Williams mansion. The security man opened the gate with a big smile. Everyone knew who she was, Kelvin’s woman.
She stepped out of the car in a red gown, her heels clicking gently on the marble floor. Her makeup was flawless and her handbag gleamed under the sun. As she walked to the entrance, the door opened before she could knock.
Kelvin stood there, smiling brightly. Tricia, he called out. She smiled sweetly.
Hello, sweetheart. He pulled her into a warm hug and kissed her cheek. I missed you, he whispered.
I missed you too, she replied. Kelvin held her hand as they walked inside the large mansion. The place smelled fresh, like expensive flowers and polished floors.
Come, let me show you something, he said excitedly, almost like a boy. He took her to the lounge and played a soft song on the music speaker. They both laughed and started dancing slowly.
Tricia looked around the house. Everything looks so perfect here. Not perfect until you’re always here, Kelvin replied with a wink.
Tricia giggled. They sat together on the couch, Kelvin’s hand gently playing with her fingers. But after a while, he noticed Tricia was quiet.
He looked at her carefully. You look different today. Are you okay? Tricia looked down like she was nervous.
Then slowly, she said, Kelvin, I have something to tell you. He leaned forward, concerned. What is it? Are you alright? Tricia took a deep breath and placed her hand on her stomach.
I’m pregnant. Silence. Kelvin’s eyes widened.
His mouth opened little, but no sound came out. Then, like a wave of joy hit him, he stood up quickly and shouted, You’re what? Tricia stood slowly, pretending to be shy. I’m going to have your baby.
Kelvin. Kelvin was so happy, he lifted her off the ground and spun her gently. Tricia.
Oh my God. Are you serious? We’re having a baby. She laughed.
Yes. He hugged her tight. This is the best news I’ve ever heard.
He kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with joy. I can’t believe this. I’m going to be a father.
Then he paused, looked her in the eyes, and said seriously, My dad and I will come and see your parents soon. We must do the right thing. Tricia smiled sweetly, though guilt sat quietly in her heart.
Yes, Kelvin. I’ll be waiting. But deep inside, she knew there was no baby.
Not yet. Meanwhile, far across town, little Vera skipped home with a drawing in her hand. She had drawn her daddy’s necklace in school and colored it with crayons.
Mummy. Mummy. Look what I drew, she called.
Isabella came out of the small kitchen with a smile. What is it, my love? Vera raised the paper high. My daddy’s necklace.
Isabella’s eyes filled with tears again. She walked over, sat on the floor, and hugged Vera tightly. Mummy, I love you, Vera said softly.
Isabella smiled. I love you too, my baby. And without knowing, on the other side of town, Kelvin was about to plan a wedding, while his real daughter had just drawn a picture of his necklace in a small room with peeling walls.
Fate was watching, and the truth was slowly getting ready to explode. It was a hot afternoon. The air was dry, and everything felt heavy.
In a small, quiet room, Isabella lay weak on her thin mattress. Sweat covered her face. Her head was pounding.
Her body was burning. She could barely move. Vera, she called out softly.
The little girl came running from the kitchen. She still wore her precious daddy’s necklace around her neck like treasure. Yes, mummy, she asked, her face full of worry.
Isabella reached for her handbag and brought out some money with shaky hands. Please, run to the chemist down the street. Buy the drugs the doctor wrote for me.
Show them this note. I’m feeling very weak. Vera took the money and the note, nodded quickly, and wiped her tears.
I will go now, mummy. I promise to come back fast. Isabella smiled weakly.
Be careful, okay? And don’t lose your necklace. I won’t, mummy. Vera turned and ran off.
On the busy city road, a black SUV moved slowly along the same street. Inside sat Kelvin, looking out the window quietly. He was deep in thought…
