The Return of My First Love

I had been trying for a baby with my husband for three years—with zero luck. 

Then, one day, I took a prenatal vitamin in front of my bestie, who's a doctor. 

She grabbed the pill bottle, frowned, and crushed one into powder between her fingers. 

"This isn't a prenatal. It's birth control."

Her words sent a chill down my spine.

I immediately sent the pills for lab testing. 

Turns out, I had been taking birth control for the past three years. 

Pills that Lucas Harrison gave me.

Every single time before we were together, he'd coax me into swallowing one. 

I was about to confront him with the test results when a message popped up in our mutual friends' group chat—sent by Scarlett Bennett. 

The photo?

A pregnancy test, bold and bright, with two dark pink lines. 

[Babe, wanna make a bet?] 

[Do you think we're having a little Lucas or a little Scarlett?] 

[I'm betting on a little Lucas.] 

Two minutes later, she pretended to be flustered. 

[Oops, sorry, guys. Sent that to the wrong chat.] 

[Can't unsend it now, so just… pretend you didn't see anything.] 

I let out a bitter laugh, my last shred of guilt vanishing in an instant. 

I finally replied to the one that got away—the man I should have never left.