Chapter 2: The Hidden Truth

The post had gone up a few days earlier.

"Took Plan B, but still got pregnant. I had a medical abortion a little over a month later, and it’s been almost half a year since then. In this case, will a premarital checkup reveal anything?"

There were already over a hundred replies.

Some people joked, some were sarcastic, some downright cruel…

But a few answered seriously: "A premarital checkup is just to see if your health is normal or if you have any genetic issues. What you’re talking about usually isn’t checked."

My girlfriend only replied to that one: "Then I’m relieved."

It felt like I’d been struck by lightning.

It wasn’t just the words—it was the relief, the way she used anonymity to treat this like another little secret to be hidden away. I could practically hear her voice, light and easy, just like when she lied to her mom about eating enough veggies. But this wasn’t about broccoli—this was something that made my pulse roar in my ears. I scrolled through the replies, reading hers again and again, trying to find some innocent explanation. There wasn’t one.