No one in the village ever suspected Thomas was capable of such a thing. He was charming, confident, and, to all outward appearances, a loving husband. To each of his seven wives, he was the man of their dreams—the one who made them feel special, who promised them a future together, who built them up with his words and affection. They believed in him completely, each woman certain that their relationship was different from the others.

But none of them knew the truth. Thomas had made it a game—one he could play easily, juggling seven wives, each unaware of the others. They all thought they had his heart, that they were the center of his universe. But Thomas had always been one to chase after the thrill of new beginnings, the excitement of the chase. And for him, having seven wives, each in different stages of life, was the ultimate conquest.

The chaos began when, all at once, all seven women discovered they were pregnant. It wasn’t something planned. In fact, Thomas hadn’t even realized the timing until the news started pouring in. The first wife, Clara, was only three months along when she found out. The second, Elizabeth, had just missed her period. And before he knew it, all seven were expecting, each in a different trimester, all with his child.

At first, Thomas didn’t know how to react. Panic settled in. How could he possibly manage this? His life, which had been meticulously divided between these women, was about to unravel. The excitement of the game was turning into a nightmare. But instead of coming clean, instead of taking responsibility, he chose the only path he knew—he ran.

He began moving between the homes, pretending everything was normal, offering his charm to each wife, smiling through his lies. He told Clara that he was just busy with work, comforting Elizabeth with promises of a life they would share once the baby was born. Each woman felt like the only one, never suspecting the others.

But soon, the pressure became too much for him to handle. The lies started to crack. The wives began comparing notes, as they often did, and it wasn’t long before they pieced together the truth. They confronted him together, each one of them holding their belly, their eyes filled with pain and anger.

Thomas stood frozen in the center of the room, surrounded by the women he had once promised everything. His heart raced as he tried to spin another lie, to explain away his betrayal. But they were no longer listening. They were done. One by one, they walked out, leaving him standing there with nothing but the shattered pieces of his deception.

But the damage was already done. Thomas didn’t just lose his wives; he lost something far more important—his dignity. The game he had been playing so carelessly had cost him everything. Each of the seven women he had once adored now saw him for who he truly was—nothing more than a man who had used their love for his own pleasure, without regard for the consequences.

As the months went by, Thomas tried to salvage what was left of his life. He moved from one town to another, but the weight of his actions followed him. Everywhere he went, whispers of his past lingered…