Chapter 1 MAKE ME PREGNANT

Atarah Klyte Point of View

”My granddaughter is truly beautiful,” Dad said happily, smiling sweetly at Ate Akisha’s daughter.

I glanced at Akeila, my niece, who was sitting between her parents, busy eating slices of fruit. Dad was right. My niece was an incredibly beautiful child. But honestly, I wasn’t surprised. My sister had always been stunning. She’s a famous model, and even after having a daughter, her body is still d*mn perfect.

Her husband is ridiculously handsome too—a half-Canadian model who also happens to be one of the richest business tycoons in the world.

And do you want to know something ironic?

The father of the child I was just admiring my niece… is my ex.

Or more accurately, my “ex-fiancé”

Amazing, right? Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor. But should I really blame fate when there was a snake involved in the first place?

Curious about how it happened? Well, it’s exactly like the stories you read in books or watch in melodramatic TV shows. My oh-so-saintly older sister stole him away. At first glance, she looks like the kindest woman alive—an angel, even—but beneath that calm surface was something far more complicated.

Yes, it’s cliché. But what can you do? In most stories, the older sister is the one everyone likes more.

Even my Parents love her! There is a favoritism.

My sister and her family had just come back to the Philippines for vacation. They rarely visit, so my parents even made me take a leave from work so we could “bond.”

As if I actually wanted to.

I never feel any real happiness when I’m around them—except maybe when I’m playing with Akeila. I have no hard feelings toward my niece. I love her dearly.

“So, Ath,” Mom suddenly asked, turning to me. “When are you going to give us a grandchild?”

I stopped mid-bite and rolled my eyes.

Here we go again.

They really can’t let me live in peace. Pressuring me about my life seems to be their favorite hobby.

“I don’t know. Maybe later,” I replied sarcastically, staring blankly at my plate. Suddenly, I lost my appetite.

“Ath, you’re not getting any younger. Do you still not have a boyfriend? Haven’t you moved on from Charl yet, anak?” Mom asked directly.

I dropped my utensils onto the table and shot them a cold look.

Charl.

The name of my ex.

The man who is now my sister’s husband.

The father of my niece.

The man currently sitting at the same table as me.

What the hell. Isn’t that just great?

What kind of parents would embarrass their daughter like this at the dinner table?

“Ehem.” I heard Charl clear his throat, but I refused to look at him.

Go ahead and cough all you want, you bastard. Maybe you’ll choke.

“Duh. I’m only twenty-four years old. And what the hell? We’re sitting here eating with Charl’s family and you suddenly bring up that topic? How ironic. You’re the one who taught us about respect, but you’re the one disrespecting me in front of everyone. Where are your manners, Mommy?” I said calmly, although my jaw tightened from irritation.

I wanted to scream, but I remembered my niece was right there.

My words were firm enough to make both Mom and Dad stand up, clearly furious. Luckily, they were a bit too far away to reach me.

“How dare you!” Dad snapped, his face turning red as the veins in his neck bulged. “Is that how a respectful daughter speaks to her mother?”

I smirked slightly.

“Dad, Akeila is here. Please calm down,” Ate interrupted, glancing at me with a sad, disappointed expression.

As if I cared how she felt.

If anything, I’m the one who should be disappointed. She chose her little romance over her own sister.

“Tss. I’ve lost my appetite.”

I didn’t bother looking at them again. I simply stood up and walked straight toward the stairs, ignoring them calling my name.

I entered my room and slammed the door behind me.

Then I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.

It was infuriating. Why do they keep digging up the past just because I don’t have a boyfriend or a child?

Ever since Charl left me, I never bothered dating anyone again. What he did hurt more than I could ever explain.

Not just him.

Them.

Sometimes it feels like everyone betrayed me.

I was traumatized. Imagine being in a relationship for two years, only to find out he had been deceiving you for those same two years. He never loved me.

He loved my sister.

He used me just to get closer to her.

And the worst part? He even proposed to me. He cried while doing it, acting as if he loved me so deeply. But it was all an act—just to make my sister jealous so she would finally confess that she had feelings for him too.

Amazing, right?

But that was a long time ago. More than three years have passed. I’ve already moved on from Charl… but the bitterness and anger are still there.

Maybe.

Honestly, after everything that happened, the closeness between my sister and me disappeared. It’s like a huge wall suddenly rose between us. I just couldn’t accept it, and I couldn’t go back to how things used to be.

Because she was the reason I was hurt so badly.

Maybe it sounds immature, but pain is pain. I think my feelings are valid.

Sis Akish and Charl have been married for almost three years now, and they’ve been living in Canada for two of those years. My sister is twenty-five, while Charl is twenty-six. Their daughter, Akeila, is already two years old.

So what’s the lesson here?

Never date someone who’s almost the same age as your older sister. Your boyfriend might just leave you the moment he sees her.