Three Friends-With-Benefits Begged Me Back After My Pregnancy

Right after I got pregnant by accident, all three of my friends-with-benefits coworkers dumped me.

"You're just a girl from an ordinary family. My parents would never accept you. Stop clinging to me."

"Babe, my first love is back in the country. I can't keep playing this game with you anymore. It's over."

"Take your dirty money and get the hell out of my life!"

I didn't tell any of them. I slipped away to Europe and had the baby in secret.

But the moment I disappeared, all three of them lost it:

[You heartless woman.]

[Anna, pulling the vanishing act again? Playing hard to get much?]

[Baby, forget about her. I don't want my childhood sweetheart anymore. Just come back, please?]

Before the arranged marriage, my parents warned me to cut off any messy relationships.

I was just about to send the breakup texts when all three of them beat me to it.

On the same night, in bed.

Ryan dropped every ounce of his usual cool, pinning me against the headboard and going harder than he ever had before.

"One last time. Forget about me. My fiancée can never find out about this."

Janus, silver-framed glasses still on, counted every glance I'd ever stolen at another man and punished me for each one.

"Anna, she's back. Don't come looking for me at my place anymore."

And then there was the last one.

Adam was tied to the head of the bed, jaw clenched, swallowing his pride through gritted teeth.

"Anna, consider the money I owe you paid in full. After tonight, stop bothering me."

One wild night, and I could barely walk the next morning.

My parents asked, "All cleaned up?"

I nodded.

They gave me a thumbs-up.

I was the eldest daughter of the Vance family.

The arranged marriage was with the young heir of the city's biggest corporation.

Word in our circle was that this guy was a cold, untouchable type — never seen at clubs, never spotted with a woman, and he supposedly despised women with a messy romantic history.

Well, that was awkward. I didn't exactly have a romantic history — more like a sexual one. Romance? Total blank page.

I was about to ask for my future husband's name when a sharp pain tore through my stomach.

Could it be that I went too hard last night and actually broke something?

My parents rushed me to the hospital. But instead of an injury report, the doctor handed us an ultrasound.

The doctor gave me a stern look. "Miss, you didn't know you were pregnant? And you've been drinking?"

My parents smacked their foreheads in unison and turned to stare at me, slow and accusatory.

I scratched my cheek, cringing. "Sorry. Purely accidental."

The arranged marriage was called off.

To protect my reputation, my parents told everyone I was going abroad to study. I flew to California, had the baby, and named him Noah.

Having a kid changes you overnight, I swear.

I looked