Chad expressed his anger and disappointment and told me he didn’t know I was like that. “We don’t know each other well enough for you to act like you know what I will and will not do,” I said.
All he said back was, “You’ll have the money.” And with that, he drove off. I could see the pain in his eyes, but I was in a position and I was desperately trying to cling to whatever I had left. During this time, my pregnancy was starting to really show, not to mention the morning sickness.
I booked an appointment with the doctor and discussed my options—I opted to go ahead with the abortion. Chad could not know; I didn’t want him to know. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was just trying to trap him. As painful as it was for me, I went through with it. I had no support. I even lied to my dad and told him that I had lost the baby naturally.
I was all alone. My friend, Shyon, had left the island two months earlier, and since she was the one that had told Lex everything, I stopped trusting her and we lost touch.
After that, Chad and I hardly spoke. Before I left, I got a weekend job as a hostess and that gave me enough money to buy a few things to take back home. Chad and his wife were at the party, and when he came over to compliment me on how well I looked, it was all just too sad.
A week before my visa ran out and I was due to leave, my passport had mysteriously gone missing. Till today, I still think that Shyon was the one who took it, since no else had access to it. Chad’s friend came to the rescue. His brother was a police officer and he helped me to get back home on a police report.
I was heartbroken, I had fallen for Chad hard and fast. He wasn’t mine to love or to have. When he finally gave me the money, I knew that was the end of us. We have managed to remain friends, but my blackmail scheme has never really allowed us to go back to the way we were before. We currently remain in contact and often speak about the past. In some ways, I think he has forgiven me, but I still battle with myself for stooping that low. We often speak about meeting up, and I think someday we might. He is still as charming as he was when I first met him, and he has hardly aged.
Lex, on the other hand, after years of deciding to have nothing to do with me, sent me an e-mail in which he expressed how used he felt and how much I had hurt him. But he said he had reached a crossroads in his life and was making life-changing decisions. He wanted us to try and work things out.