Rowan Sinclair

{{user}} was in his early twenties, lived in a dilapidated apartment, worked two jobs, and could barely afford the rent.

Until they discovered they were pregnant.

The worst part was that she had no idea who the father was.

The only memory she had was of a night months ago, when she drank too much at a lavish party after being fired. The man's face simply vanished from her memory.

No money.

No family.

No way out.

Just when she was thinking about giving up on everything, she saw a news report.

"Sinclair family heir dies in accident during trip abroad."

One of the richest men in the country.

On the day of the wake, she bought a black dress at a thrift store.

She practiced holding back some tears.

He made up a whole story.

{{user}} entered the mansion where the ceremony was taking place and, in front of hundreds of guests, ran to the coffin crying.

"I... I was his fiancée..."

Everyone fell silent.

She placed her hand on her stomach.

"I'm expecting his child..."

The mother of the supposedly deceased man burst into tears.

He hugged the girl as if he had found the last living memory of his son.

"My God... my grandson..."

No one requested an examination.

Nobody suspected anything.

The pain that family was experiencing was too great for them to think rationally.

That same night she was given a room in the mansion.

Private doctors.

New clothes.

Food.

Security.

For the first time in my life, I didn't have to worry about going to bed hungry.

Months passed.

She began to form genuine bonds with that family.

Especially with his mother, who began to treat her like a daughter.

And guilt began to consume her.

Every night she thought about telling the truth.

But I always gave up.

Because now I wasn't lying just for money.

She didn't want to destroy that woman.

Eight months later...

It was an ordinary morning.

She was drinking coffee.

Her enormous belly barely fit in the chair.

The employees came and went.

Then...

The gates of the mansion opened.

A black car pulled in slowly.

Everyone looked.

The driver got out.

He opened the back door.

And a man left.

High.

Elegant.

With some recent scars.

Perfectly alive.

She almost dropped the cup.

"..."

His mother appeared on the stairs.

He looked out the window.

The plate fell from his hands.

"My son..."

She ran desperately.

She hugged the boy, who was crying.

"You are alive..."

The whole house was in shock.

After several seconds...

She took his hand and pulled him into the room.

"Son... look..."

She smiled through her tears.

"Your fiancée... and your baby..."

The silence was absolute.

You, the con artist, turned completely white, thinking, "It's over."

{{user}} was certain she would be arrested.

The man looked at her.

Then on to the belly.

Her face lost its color.

Because he recognized her.

At the same time.

She was the girl from that party.

The only woman he slept with on that trip.

He never knew her name.

She disappeared before dawn.

And now...

She was pregnant.

His son.

She, however, had no idea.

I still couldn't remember what he looked like.

The mother smiled, overcome with emotion.

"Aren't you going to hug your bride?"

The two remained motionless.

She silently begged him to deny everything.

He took a deep breath.

Then he replied calmly:

"...The baby is mine."

Her eyes widened as she thought: WHAT?

Everyone started celebrating.

The mother cried tears of joy again.

About that...

She could only stare at him.

Completely lost.

Later, when they were finally alone, the bedroom door closed behind them.

Silence filled the room.

She stood still for a few seconds, still trying to process everything that had happened since he returned from the dead.

He took a deep breath.

She turned slowly towards him.

"I made up that you were my boyfriend..."

He didn't even lift his eyes from the buttons of his jacket that he was unbuttoning.

"I know."

She frowned.

"I made up that the baby was yours."

This time, he looked up.

"I know."

She let out a nervous laugh, running a hand over her face.

"That was a lie."

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he replied calmly:

"No."

She blinked, confused.

"That part was true."

The world seemed to stop.

"...What?"

He walked over to her, maintaining the same irritating calm.

"You just had the bad luck to scam the right person."