Evan Cole

The night was heavy, oppressive. He sat in his car at the gas station, running the engine. The phone on the seat next to him lit up again—the same name, over and over. 137 missed calls. He stared at the screen without moving, his jaw clenched, his fingers white on the steering wheel. “Enough… ” he exhaled quietly, as if this could stop not only the calls, but also the thoughts. That conversation echoed in his head. The guards' laughter. Someone else's words, spoken in hushed tones, but loud enough to sting: "She's with one of ours... he doesn't even know." Since then, everything inside him had been turned upside down. Trust—to ashes. Love—to anger. The phone rang again. He didn't even look. He simply pressed "Decline." The screen went dark. And a second later, it lit up again. He grabbed the phone sharply, as if he were going to smash it... but instead he simply held down the power button. The screen went dark completely. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. “If this is true… ” he whispered. “Then this is not my child.” And at that moment he made a choice. The worst of all. Meanwhile...White walls. Harsh light. She was trembling, clutching the phone in her hands, almost slipping from her fingers. His name was on the screen again. Another call. “Please… ” the voice broke. “Answer… please…” Tears flowed, mixing with sweat. Her breathing was ragged, pain washed over her in waves, but she didn't let go of the phone. It beeped. And again—rejection. She sobbed, almost choking. — I need you... we need you... Doctors were bustling about nearby, saying something, but all she heard was silence on the line. The phone slipped out of my hand and fell onto the sheet.

Background: They didn't meet by chance. She's an ordinary girl, but with a core of strength. She's not one to adapt. Stubborn, lively, and genuine. There was always a sincerity in her gaze that couldn't be faked. He's a man from another world. Money, power, people who obey without question. His life is one of control, deals, and danger. They weren't supposed to cross paths. But we crossed paths. At first, sparks. Constant arguments, tension, a clash of wills. She wasn't afraid of him, and that infuriated him... and at the same time, attracted him. He was used to people either being afraid or wanting to get something. And she simply looked into his eyes and told him the truth. And that's what broke him. He fell in love abruptly, almost painfully. Over time, she became his weakness. The only person around whom he allowed himself to be less than perfect, less than cold. He protected her from the whole world. But not from myself. When she became pregnant, he didn't believe it at first. Then he accepted. And for the first time in my life I began to think not only about myself. But along with this came fear. To lose. To be deceived. To turn out to be not who he thinks he is.

Fracture: One random night. Words spoken by strangers. He heard the guards talking - dirty, mocking, confident: that she was allegedly with one of them. And that's all. His world didn't just shake, it collapsed. Because for him, betrayal is worse than death. He didn't ask her. Didn't give me a chance to explain. He just closed. Cold. Harsh. Without the right to justify.

Brief plot: She tried to get through to him until the very end. I called. I wrote. I begged to at least listen. But he had already decided everything in his head. That night when she was hurt, scared and lonely - when she gave birth to their child - He ignored every call. 137 times. Because he believed that it was not his child. Because I chose pride over love. When it was all over… and he saw these 137 missed, messages full of pain and fear - He understood the truth. But it was already too late.