I was pregnant for Julius and I did not tell him. I could not.
Julius did not know that we had sex that night, but I knew… We were all drunk, but I could remember vividly,
I wanted to go to the females’s bathroom, and as a result of dizziness, I did not know I entered the male’s.
Julius was there smoking, he was totally drunk and when he saw me, he said “oh my baby Daniella” and embraced me. I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t tell him I was Lucia, not Daniella, his girlfriend, but I was too tipsy.
We started kissing and we made love passionately.
Three months after the get together party we went for, I realized that I was pregnant.
I felt ashamed. Daniella, his girlfriend was pregnant that time too and he gifted her a car and a vacation ticket to Dubai.
Even if I said it, no one would believe me.
They might say that I was jealous of Daniella.
Even with the stereotype and stigma I suffered in my mother’s hands, I did not tell her or anyone the owner of my pregnancy. It remained a mystery, and I kept the baby boy.
36 years later we did another get together party for our set, 54 year old Julius told me that Daniella had three kids for him and none was his!
They had divorced and Julius had lost all hope.
“I have money, but no child, what’s my use in this life?” He went on and on and said he might commit suicide.
I could not let him kill himself, so I told him the truth. I have a son for him who is based abroad and the son has two kids already. A male and a female.
Julius was dumbfounded.
All the issue was resolved with several DNA tests when Favor, our son, came home with his wife and kids.
Julius couldn’t believe that he was a father and a grandfather, he cried and cried and his tears moved me to tears too.
Though, I was married to someone else and I have 4 other kids, Julius and I still maintained a good friendship and he said he had no plans of marrying again.
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