John sighed and climbed out of the car and approached the mansion-like house. Its been a while since he had ever seen Pricilla; his ex-girlfriend. Since they had broken up, he had stayed single, and he didn't have any plans of dating anyone anyways. His one and only would be Pricilla; especially after Marcia and Layla were born. Those were HIS twins after all.
6 Years Prior
John had to have been the happiest man in the world. He had a wonderful girlfriend, a great job, and a nice house; any man's dream. His best friend, Steve, was his business partner and he was rather successful with Steve around. They practically hung out everyday hat John's house.
He strolled into his home and put his brief case next to the couch and took off his tie. Walking into the kitchen and grabbed a drink; the house was surprisingly quiet and empty feeling. "Pricilla?" He called out; no answer. He walked down the hallway and saw a note on the door. John, I couldn't face you like this. I didn't want to face you in this time of sorrow and I don't want to see the looks in your eyes, but I left. I packed up all my belongings and left. I'm sorry. I couldn't face the fact that I was cheating on you with Steve. This was going on for about 2 weeks. Don't blame Steve, I did it. It wasn't him. I'm sorry John. -Pricilla
He dropped the note and fell to his knees. Why. Just why. His vision began to blur as he felt small tracks of moisture trailing down his cheeks. Wiping his eyes, he slowly made his way into the bedroom. Practically everything was gone; his room looked white and bare without her there. His heart wrenched in pain as if she had broken it to a million pieces, stomped on it, burned it, and then left it in the dark. John crashed onto his bed, then rolled over feeling something jabbing him in his side. He reached into his pocket to find the black engagement box he was going to give Pricilla tonight. His eyes began to blur again as he slowly opened the box looking at the beautiful square-cut diamond ring. It took him about 10 months to get enough money to make this ring for her.
His eyes blurred and all he could see was the tears splattering onto the ring box around the ring. John shut the box and curled up on his bed and wept from heartache and pain.
As the months went by, John didn't blame either of them, he blamed himself. He didn't know why, he just did. Steve was over at John's one day and was talking about marrying Pricilla and how she was pregnant. John suddenly remembered the engagement ring he never moved from his nightstand. "Steve, wait one second." John ran to his room and grabbed the box. "Give her this," he smiled sadly and lied, "It was my Mother's and she gave it to me, and I didn't want it." Steve took it with gratitude and eventually they married, with John as the man of Honor.
As the months went by, she gave birth to two little girls; twins.
Pricilla called John one day while he was at home. "Hello?" John answered.
"John, it's Pricilla, I have some things to talk to you about. Its about what happened when I left you. I hate to open up old wounds but I don't want to keep it from you either." She quietly whispered into the phone.
"You can tell me anything you want Pricilla." John said, anxious to hear what she had to say.
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You know Layla and Marcia?"
"Of course, my favorite goddaughters." John said softly, smiling in remembering the day they were born.
"Well...they are really your daughters. I was pregnant when I left. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Pricilla said rather quickly, then she hung up; leaving a very shocked John on the dead line. M-Mine? John thought over and over again.
