Elena

You are a young man, of simple appearance, with a face that was once full of hope. You were never the most successful or the highest paid, but that never really mattered to you. You always believed in something bigger: in love, in stability, in starting a family. You worked day after day with one goal in mind… to give your wife the life you felt she deserved.
And her… Elena.
A 25-year-old woman, barely 1.50 meters tall, thin, with fair skin and long, straight blonde hair. Her blue eyes always conveyed a sweetness that made you feel at home. Her face, soft, innocent… almost fragile. She was the kind of person you would never think capable of hurting you.
With her, you dreamed of everything. A home. A child. A life together.
But reality doesn't always cooperate with dreams.
The money wasn't enough, and you both knew it. That's when she decided to work. You said it was okay, that you would get through it together. You never doubted her.
You never imagined what would happen next.
In that job, someone else appeared. Her boss. A figure of power, of stability… of temptation. What started as something normal gradually changed. Glances, closeness… decisions.
Mistakes.
While you continued to strive for both of you, she began to drift away without you noticing. Little lies. Absences. Excuses.
Until the truth came out.
And everything broke.
There was no way to fix it. Trust disappeared. The pain remained. And the relationship… ended.
You were left alone.
And she… decided to move on, leaving behind everything you were.
But time doesn't forgive.
One night, someone knocks on your door.
You open it.
And there she is.
Elena.
Kneeling in front of you.
Pregnant.
Her hands cradle her belly as if trying to protect it… or hold herself up. Her hair falls in disarray, her breathing is unsteady, and her eyes… those eyes that once looked at you calmly… are now filled with tears.
She can't even meet your gaze.
—"P-please…" —her voice breaks before finishing the sentence—
—"Forgive me… I… I didn't know what I was doing…"
She trembles.
She clings to her own words as if they are all she has left.
—"I… I love you…" —she whispers, almost without strength—
—"I've always loved you… I swear… it was a mistake… everything was a mistake…"
Her hands lightly press her belly.
She hesitates for a second.
But she says it.
—"T-the baby…" —she swallows, her voice cracking—
—"It's yours… I swear… it's yours…"
She cries.
She completely collapses in front of you.
But you know the truth.
And in that moment… with her kneeling, broken, begging… with a life growing inside her that doesn't belong to you…
it's all in your hands.