Chapter 4: The Pregnancy Scam Exposed
My folks eagerly set up the guest room for her.
Three quiet days went by. Then, one afternoon, out shopping with my parents, my mom realized she’d forgotten her wallet and sent me back for it.
When I got home, I heard Elise’s voice on speakerphone.
"All I had to do was say I was pregnant, and Mason believed me—didn’t even ask for a doctor’s note. Hilarious. Simps are so easy. I didn’t mean to drag his parents in, but he didn’t come to the bar that night, so I lost the bet and lost the client. But don’t worry, I won’t go too far. Worst case, he’ll just yell at me."
Her words felt like knives. She knew exactly where to hit—after all, she’d ended her real pregnancy without telling me, and now she was faking one to trap me.
She was still the woman I’d once loved—the one who knew exactly where to cut.
I started toward her, but my phone rang, snapping me out of it. Elise saw me, panicked, and hung up the call in a hurry.
She stammered, trying to explain. "Mason, listen, let me explain—"
I stared at her, but picked up my phone first.
"Hey, Mom."
"Mason, I found your grandmother’s engagement ring in my jewelry box. It’s beautiful, and I think it’d be perfect for your fiancée. When you bring the wallet back, bring Elise too so she can try it on."
My mom’s excitement only made my anger burn hotter. She was so happy about the wedding, so proud of Elise. But it was all a lie—a scam. Because I hadn’t answered her call that night, Elise wanted to get back at me by messing with my whole family.
I stepped closer, and Elise finally panicked, backing up against the wall.
"Mason, please, I’m scared… Mason…"
Hearing her sob, I almost laughed. Yelling or lashing out wouldn’t fix anything. I’d always tried to end things on good terms, never used what I knew to hurt her. But I’d been wrong—she didn’t care, and she wasn’t worth it.
I didn’t go any closer. I just told her, cold as ice, to pack her things and leave. Never contact me again.
Elise finally realized she’d gone too far. She scrambled out of my house, grabbing her stuff in a panic.
After she left, I rubbed my temples and went to pick up my parents, thinking about how to break the news. But there was no gentle way to say it. In the end, I told them everything. They didn’t yell—just looked disappointed. After a while, they even tried to cheer me up, saying at least we hadn’t told the whole family yet, so the mess wasn’t too big.
Right then, guilt toward my parents and anger at Elise finally boiled over.
The next morning, I booked the earliest flight back to the city where I’d poured so much of myself into work, and took a job with Elise’s biggest competitor. They’d tried to recruit me before, but I’d always turned them down. Back then, I thought my relationship with Elise was pure, just a case of being mismatched. Revenge never crossed my mind.
But now, everything was different. Elise had crossed a line by dragging my family into her mess. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, just let it go.










