I had been counting down the days for two months, waiting until it felt safe enough to share the pregnancy news with Ben. We had been trying for nearly six months, and when I finally saw those two pink lines, my heart soared. I wanted to tell him immediately, but I decided to wait for a special moment\u2014our anniversary.<\/p>\n
My friend Tiffany warned me that two months was still early. \u201cBut I get it,\u201d she said. \u201cIt\u2019s the perfect anniversary gift. He\u2019ll love it!\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s exactly what I had in mind. I wanted it to be meaningful, so I planned a romantic dinner at the restaurant where we had our wedding reception. It was a cozy spot with dim lighting and soft music, the kind of place where every moment felt like it was out of a movie. I even wore the same dress I had worn on our wedding day, hoping Ben would appreciate the gesture as much as I did.<\/p>\n
I arrived at the restaurant early, my heart racing with excitement. I ordered a glass of water and kept my eyes glued to the door, imagining the moment Ben would walk in, his face lighting up when I told him we were going to be parents.<\/p>\n
But Ben didn\u2019t show.<\/p>\n
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Minutes turned into an hour. The waitress came by multiple times, her smile thinning with each pass. I tried to stay calm, telling myself he was just caught in traffic or something came up at work. But the anxiety gnawed at me as I stared at my phone\u2014no messages, no missed calls.<\/p>\n
After an hour of waiting, I couldn\u2019t take it anymore. I paid the bill and rushed home, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. Was he hurt? In an accident? Or worse\u2014was he leaving me?<\/p>\n
When I got home, the driveway was empty. The house was dark, except for the glow of the TV in my grandmother\u2019s house across the road. I felt a wave of dread wash over me as I fumbled with my keys and stepped inside, calling out for Ben.<\/p>\n
Nothing. Just silence.<\/p>\n
Then, I spotted it\u2014a plain white envelope sitting on the kitchen counter. I tore it open, my heart pounding in my chest. Inside was a single line:<\/p>\n
Your grandma made me do this. Bye forever, Becca.<\/p>\n
I read it again, my mind reeling. What did this even mean? What did my grandma have to do with Ben\u2019s disappearance? I grabbed my phone and called Ben, but it went straight to voicemail, over and over again. Desperate, I stormed across the road to my grandmother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
When she opened the door, I demanded answers. \u201cWhat did you say to Ben? He\u2019s gone, and he left a note saying you made him do it!\u201d<\/p>\n
My grandmother sighed, a look of disappointment crossing her face. \u201cI had to do what\u2019s best for you, Becca,\u201d she said, her tone condescending. \u201cBen isn\u2019t the right man for you. Deep down, you\u2019ve always known that.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"