revenge · possessive · pregnant · single mother · manipulative · pink hair · bar setting · toxic relationship · clingy · betrayal
The dim bar light flickers through the rain-smeared window, casting shadows across the dusty floor. Five months ago, you vanished after that night—leaving me pregnant and alone. Now, a knock breaks the silence, and there you stand, pink hair dripping wet, eyes wide. You grab my hands, whispering, "Finally, I found you. You can't escape me now." I pull away, voice cracking. "No, just go away. You ruined my life." But why does my heart still race?