Angelina shocked when Zashery told that ''Pam is Pregnant😱

 Angelina clutched the steaming mug, her knuckles white against the ceramic. Rain lashed against the window of the small café, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. Zashery had just walked in, shaking droplets from his dark hair, a tentative smile on his face. He looked good, too good, and Angelina's stomach twisted with a familiar ache. They hadn't seen each other since their explosive breakup two months ago, a breakup fueled by his constant travel and her growing resentment.

"Hey," he said, sliding into the opposite booth, his voice softer than she remembered.

"Hey," she replied, her own voice a little shaky. She’d rehearsed this moment a hundred times in her head, imagining cool indifference, maybe a witty, cutting remark. Instead, she just felt… raw.

They talked for a bit about inconsequential things – the weather, his latest project, her new freelance gig. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with the ghosts of shared laughter and whispered promises. Angelina found herself almost relaxing, a dangerous warmth spreading through her chest. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to be as painful as she’d anticipated.

Then he cleared his throat, a nervous habit she knew all too well. "There's something I need to tell you, Angelina."

Her heart started to pound. This was it. The apology she craved? A desperate plea for reconciliation? She braced herself, a hopeful tremor running through her.

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the condensation on his water glass. "Pam is pregnant."

The words hung in the air, suspended like shards of ice. Angelina’s mind, which had been racing just moments before, screeched to a halt. Pam. Pam, his coworker, the one he’d always insisted was "just a friend." Pam, who had called him at all hours, whose name had slipped into their conversations with increasing frequency.

Angelina felt the blood drain from her face. The warmth in her chest evaporated, replaced by a chilling void. Her grip on the mug tightened to the point of pain. "What?" she whispered, the sound barely audible.

Zashery finally looked up, his eyes laced with a strange mixture of guilt and… something else. Relief, perhaps? "She's pregnant. It's… mine."

The rain outside seemed to intensify, drumming a furious rhythm against the glass. Angelina felt as though the world had tilted on its axis, throwing her off balance. Pam. Pregnant. His. The words spun in her head, a chaotic kaleidoscope of betrayal and disbelief.

"But… how?" she managed, her voice cracking. "When?"

He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly miserable. "It happened… a while ago. Before we broke up, actually. Things were so messy between us, and I… I made a mistake."

A mistake. The casualness of the word hit her like a physical blow. A mistake that had created a life. A mistake that had obliterated any hope she might have secretly harbored for their future. All those arguments about his commitment, his constant unavailability – had this been the unspoken reason? Had he been living this double life while she clung to their fractured relationship?

The café, once a cozy haven, suddenly felt suffocating. The clatter of dishes, the low hum of conversation, all blended into a deafening roar. Angelina pushed herself back from the table, her chair scraping loudly across the floor.

"You're lying," she said, her voice shaking with a fury she didn't know she possessed. "You have to be. Pam? Of all people?"

Zashery flinched. "Angelina, I know this is a shock. And I'm so, so sorry."

Sorry. He was sorry. For what? For cheating? For hiding it? For destroying her trust and her heart?

Angelina stood, feeling lightheaded. The mug slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor and shattering into a hundred pieces. She didn't even notice. All she could see was Zashery’s face, etched with remorse, and the phantom image of Pam, growing round with his child.

"Don't," she choked out, tears finally blurring her vision. "Don't you dare say you're sorry."

She turned and stumbled out of the café, the biting wind and cold rain a welcome assault compared to the searing pain in her chest. The city lights blurred through her tears as she walked, aimlessly, into the downpour. Pam was pregnant. The words echoed in her mind, a devastating, irreversible truth that had just shattered her world into a million irreparable fragments.