The Father of my Child is Getting Married — Novel

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Ingrid thought she had left her past behind, but the shadows of her old life linger, especially when the father of her child is set to marry someone else. After a betrayal that shattered her heart, she finds herself at a crossroads: stay in the pain of memories or forge a new path far away. But as she packs her bags for an overseas opportunity, a familiar face crashes into her carefully laid plans—Asher Reed, the man who turned her world upside down.

His sudden reappearance ignites a storm of emotions. Is he here to apologize for the past, or does he want something more? His protective nature clashes with his cold demeanor, leaving Ingrid questioning everything she thought she knew about their relationship. As the wedding date approaches, the stakes rise, and secrets from their shared history threaten to unravel everything.

Caught between love and resentment, Ingrid must navigate her feelings for a man who has never seen her as anything but a sister. Can she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will the ties to her past bind her forever? In a world where love and loyalty intertwine, who will ultimately pay the price?

The Father of my Child is Getting MarriedChapter 1

My parents died in a car accident, leaving me orphaned at a young age. It was my neighbor, Asher Reed, who took me in, adopting me from the orphanage and caring for me for seven long years. I thought of him as family—until the night of my birthday party, when he got drunk, stumbled into my room, and left me with more than just memories. He made me pregnant with his child.

With the positive pregnancy test tucked in my pocket, I went to his company, hoping to confront him. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw: Asher and his first love, Dorothy Morgan, locked in a passionate kiss in his office. My heart sank, my fingertips turning icy, as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over me—betrayal, anger, disbelief.

When he finally noticed me standing there, his face darkened, not with guilt but irritation. “Didn’t I tell you not to come here unless you had a reason?” he snapped, annoyed at being interrupted.

Dorothy, her face flushed, quickly adjusted her collar and whimpered in her usual delicate voice, “Asher, my water pipes broke at home... can I stay at your place for a few days?”