SMASH.
Pink and blue exploded across his face.
Frosting dripped down his suit…
onto the white tablecloth…
onto the ground.
Screams cut through the music.
Phones shook in the air.
The party froze.
He wiped his eyes, stunned.
“What are you doing?”
The camera pulled back—
his girlfriend stood there, gripping an empty cake stand.
Chest rising.
Eyes cold.
“That’s your answer.”
Silence dropped hard.
Then—
a voice from the crowd.
“Telling the truth.”
Heads turned.
A pregnant woman stepped forward slowly.
Hands trembling…
but her gaze steady.
The music died completely.
She pointed at him.
“My child… is his.”
The words landed like a shockwave.
Guests froze.
No one breathed.
Phones lifted higher.
The girlfriend turned to him.
Slowly.
Like she already knew.
“Is it true?”
He didn’t answer.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t even try.
And that silence—
said everything.
The pregnant woman stepped closer.
Close enough that he couldn’t look away.
Her voice broke—
but didn’t weaken.
“You’re about to have two children…”
A pause.
Heavy.
Final.
“…and no one left.”
His face—covered in cake—
finally cracked.
Fear.
Real fear.
And just before anyone could react—
Part 2 in the comments.
