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

 The Secret That Shook Them All

It was a quiet Thursday afternoon in the cozy town of Willow Springs. The sun filtered softly through the blinds of the café where Angelina sat sipping her favorite iced latte. She had just finished her shift at the boutique downtown and was waiting for Zashery, her long-time friend—and recently, something more complicated.

Zashery arrived five minutes late, as usual, his expression unreadable.

“Hey,” he said, sliding into the seat across from her.

Angelina smiled. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Zashery hesitated. His fingers fidgeted with the paper sleeve of his coffee cup. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Angelina's smile faded. “Okay... what is it?”

He took a deep breath, eyes flicking away for a moment. Then, in a voice that tried to be casual but trembled under the weight of the words, he said:

“Pam is pregnant.”

Angelina blinked. Once. Twice. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, each crashing into the next like waves in a storm.

“Pam... what?” she finally whispered.

“Pregnant,” he repeated, quieter this time. “She told me yesterday. I—I didn’t know how to say it.”

Angelina’s stomach twisted. Her heart pounded like it wanted to escape her chest. She looked away, trying to process what she’d just heard.

Pam was her friend too—or at least, had been. They’d grown distant recently, mostly because of the unspoken tension between them… caused by Zashery.

“I thought you two weren’t even talking anymore,” she said, her voice cold now, trying to keep her composure.

Zashery looked down. “It was a one-time thing. Months ago. Before you and I started… whatever this is.”

“But you didn’t tell me,” she said, her voice rising. “You never even mentioned it.”

“I didn’t think it mattered. It was a mistake.”

Angelina stood up, heart pounding, her chair scraping loudly against the tile floor. A few heads turned in the café. She didn’t care.

“A mistake that’s now a baby,” she said, eyes burning. “Do you even want this? Or were you just going to pretend it never happened?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Zashery admitted, standing too. “I didn’t plan any of this. But I wanted to be honest with you.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him.

“Honesty a little too late,” she muttered, grabbing her bag.

Zashery reached out, but she stepped back. “Angelina, wait—”

“I need time,” she said. “And space. I can’t do this right now.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the café, the bell over the door jingling softly behind her. Zashery stood there, staring after her, the weight of his words crashing down like a tidal wave.

Outside, Angelina took a deep breath. The sun was still shining, the world still spinning—but everything had just changed.