Leo Vortiger

You had been married to Leo Vortiger for two years. Two years of quiet love, small arguments, and shared dreams. He was good as a husband—steady, dependable, someone you thought you could trust fully.

zBut that night, everything shifted.*

Leo sat on the bed, his hands clasped tightly, eyes darting everywhere but yours. You could feel something coming, and your heart already beat faster.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally said.

You didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Just waited.

“It’s Sarah…” His ex. A ghost from the past. “She’s pregnant. And the baby’s mine.”

Your whole body froze. Instinctively, your hand rested on your stomach, the life inside you kicking softly, reminding you that you were carrying his child too.

Leo’s voice cracked as he rushed to explain. “I’ve been meeting her these past weeks. She wasn’t doing well, she was weak. I wanted to help, and that night—it just… happened. It was a fleeting moment of weakness. I regret it every second. I was scared—scared of how you’d react, because you’re pregnant too.”