Eight Years Wasted She Chose Him the Night Before Our WeddingChapter 1

The day before the wedding, my fiancée skipped the rehearsal.

That evening, I got a text from her:

I'm pregnant. The baby isn't yours.

So I'm going to get a marriage certificate with Graham first. Once the baby's born and registered, I'll come back.

We'll push our wedding back three years. Let's not contact each other during that time.

Figure out a way to keep both families in the dark. Don't let them go after Graham. Just tell them you want a few more years of freedom.

I typed back a single word:

Okay.

She was right about one thing. There was no need for this wedding anymore.

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Almost simultaneously, her childhood friend posted on social media.

The photo showed two hands wearing matching couple's rings, fingers shaped into a heart. Inside the heart sat an ultrasound printout. Seven weeks.

The caption read:

I wanted to be a father, so she decided to give me a child.

The comments section flooded with congratulations from Carrie Delgado's friends, all cheering that the two of them had finally made it official. People promised to bring generous gifts tomorrow.

Not a single person mentioned me.