“Help Me, Don’t Let Me To Die”, Everyone Mocks Pregnant Woman In Labor Until A Homeless Man Did This
“You carried me?” she asked.
“Yes,” Jerry replied. “I couldn’t leave you there.”
Elelliana started crying openly now. “Everybody was laughing,” she said weakly. “I thought I was dying.”
Jerry looked down, ashamed of people he didn’t even know.
Elelliana held Jessica closer and looked back at Jerry.
“Thank you,” she said. “You saved my life. You saved my child.”
Jerry shook his head quickly. “I only did what anyone should do.”
Johnson scoffed bitterly. “Anyone should do it, but nobody did.”
Days passed.
Elelliana recovered slowly. Jerry came every day, sitting quietly at the corner, sometimes bringing fruits he could barely afford.
On the fourth day, Elelliana asked him to sit closer.
“Jerry,” she said gently, “tell me about yourself.”
Jerry hesitated, then spoke.
“I was a software developer,” he said softly. “I worked hard. I had a good life.”
Johnson looked up sharply. “What happened?”
Jerry swallowed. “Someone framed me. I was arrested. I spent five years in prison for something I didn’t do. When I came out, I lost everything—no job, no house. Nobody wanted to listen.”
Elelliana’s heart broke. “That’s wicked.”
“I tried to explain,” Jerry continued. “But once prison touches you, people see you as finished.”
Elelliana closed her eyes briefly.
“Jerry,” she said firmly, “when I leave this hospital, your life will change.”
Jerry laughed lightly, shaking his head. “I’ve heard promises before.”
“I am not like others,” Elelliana replied.
She kept her word.
After her discharge, Elelliana invited Jerry to her home—not a small home, a mansion.
Jerry almost turned back at the gate.
Inside, Elelliana listened to his story again, this time with lawyers present.
Two weeks later, Jerry received an offer letter: Lead Software Engineer.
He stared at the paper like it would disappear.
“Is this real?” he asked, voice shaking.
Elelliana smiled. “Kindness is never wasted.”
Jerry cried that day.
His life changed fast.
Two years passed like a dream.
Then came the phone call.
A plane crash.
Johnson did not survive.
The house filled with tears and silence. Elelliana broke.
Jerry stood by her side holding baby Jessica—now two years old.
At the burial, Elelliana cried against his shoulder. People whispered.
Time passed. Grief stayed.
And slowly something else began to grow between them—something dangerous, something tender, something that would change everything.
But the world was watching, and not everyone was happy.
As Elelliana leaned on Jerry one quiet evening, unaware of eyes watching from afar, a soft knock echoed through the house.
“Madam, someone is here to see you.”
Jerry’s heart tightened because the name that followed made his blood run cold.
Jerry’s heart pounded as the maid stood by the door waiting.
Elelliana wiped her eyes and straightened up. “Who is it?” she asked softly.
The maid hesitated. “Madam… it’s Mr. Collins from the board.”
Jerry stiffened.
Mr. Collins was Johnson’s longtime business partner—powerful, sharp-tongued, and never smiled unless money was involved.
Elelliana took a slow breath. “Let him in.”
Jerry wanted to step away, but Elelliana’s hand found his arm. It was light, but it held him there.
Mr. Collins walked in with two other men behind him. All three wore dark suits and faces that showed no warmth.
“Elelliana,” Collins said, sitting without being invited. “You look tired.”
“I am raising a child alone,” Elelliana replied calmly. “What brings you here?”
Collins glanced at Jerry, then back at her. “Business.”
Jerry felt the room tighten.
Collins folded his hands. “Johnson left many things unfinished. The company needs stability.”
Elelliana nodded. “I know.”
“And stability,” Collins continued, “does not include distractions.”
His eyes moved to Jerry again.
Elelliana’s jaw tightened. “Jerry is not a distraction. He is family.”
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