Pregnant Before Wedding Day Ep. 5

Lily was seriously worried about her impending wedding to Dr John. She is thinking it might not work. She has to hatch another plan. That morning, after Dr. John had left for work, she started cracking her brain. The early morning light streamed into the room, but it brought no warmth to her thoughts. She was becoming more desperate. She wants the man to sleep with her, but he has refused. The wedding delay was eating at her, and the quiet refusal of Dr. John to give in to her wishes was beginning to frighten her. She did not want to lose him, not now. If the truth about her pregnancy came out before the wedding, everything she had planned would fall apart. She had to find another way to make him sleep with her.

Her mind settled on a new plan. This time, she would not beg or plead. She would make the night so full of romance and celebration that he would have no reason to say no. She would get him drunk enough to forget his careful promises and give himself to her without even realizing it. It sounded risky, but in her heart, she felt it was her last hope. She was still in his house from her last visit, so she had the perfect opportunity to prepare everything before he returned.

After tidying up the house, Lily stepped out to buy what she needed. She chose an expensive bottle of wine, the kind that looked special even before it was opened. Then she bought fresh ingredients for a rich dinner—one that would fill the house with the smell of comfort and home. As she walked back with the bags in her hands, she rehearsed in her mind how the evening would unfold. She told herself that this had to work, that tonight would change everything for her future.

When Dr. John returned that evening, he was once again met with the familiar aroma of her cooking. He dropped his bag by the door, smiled warmly, and said, “Lily, you are spoiling me. You’re going to make me addicted to your meals.” His words carried genuine joy, and Lily returned his smile, though hers carried a hidden urgency. They sat together and ate, laughing softly between bites. At one point, Dr. John looked at her and said, “I can’t wait until the day you’re here for good. I want us to start our life together as soon as possible.”

When the meal was over, Lily went to the kitchen and brought out the wine. The deep red liquid swirled into their glasses, glistening under the soft light of the dining room. “To love,” she said, lifting her glass. Dr. John smiled and touched his glass to hers. They drank slowly at first, but before long, they were refilling their glasses, talking about dreams and plans, and laughing about small things. Lily kept pouring, her heart pounding as she watched him relax more and more, his words slowing and his eyelids growing heavy.

By the time the bottle was nearly empty, Dr. John was leaning back in his chair, smiling lazily. “Lily, you’ve made this a wonderful night,” he murmured. She stood and walked over to him, helping him up. “Come,” she said softly, “let’s go to bed.” He let her guide him into the bedroom. There, she began to remove his clothes gently, her hands moving with purpose. The sight of him so unguarded made her heart leap—she thought, at last, this was the moment she had been waiting for.

But when she moved to begin what she had planned, Dr. John moved. His eyes opened, still heavy with drink, and he placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her aside. “Lily… no,” he said firmly, though his voice was quiet. “I have told you before… I will not do this until after we are married.” His words cut through her like a cold wind. She sat back, her face pale, watching as he pulled the covers over himself. “Please, respect me,” he added, before closing his eyes again.

Lily stood frozen for a long moment. The frustration grew inside her, sharp and hot. She slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The mirror reflected a face she barely recognized—tired, desperate, and afraid. She turned on the tap and let the water run, but it could not drown the quiet sobs that escaped her. Her hands clung to the edge of the sink as she thought of the secret growing inside her, and how easily it could destroy everything. She stayed there until her tears had dried on her cheeks.

Morning came quietly. Lily rose before Dr. John and began to pack her things. Her movements were slow but deliberate. When he finally woke up and saw her by the door, bag in hand, he asked, “Lily, what’s wrong? Why are you leaving so early?” She looked at him with a cold sadness. “John, I feel like you’re hiding something from me. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t keep insisting that we wait until after the wedding before you sleep with me. I wanted it last night, and you pushed me away. I don’t understand you.” Her voice trembled, but she turned away before he could answer.

Without another word, she walked out of his apartment, leaving him standing in the doorway with a puzzled look on his face. The hallway seemed longer than usual as she carried her bag, but she kept moving. Her mind was a storm, swirling with fear and frustration. Outside, the morning sun was bright, but it did nothing to lighten the heaviness she carried. She told herself she needed another plan—and soon—before time ran out.

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