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To get back at me for having married someone else, my boyfriend and his childhood sweetheart registered their marriage on the very day I found out I was carrying his baby.
When he walked out of the city hall, he was beaming, his eyes full of happiness.
I stroke my belly and headed straight to the hospital.
While I was having a miscarriage, he was praying that his childhood sweetheart’s baby would be
safe and sound.
However, when he saw my flat abdomen later on, he went berserk and screamed at me.
“Veronica, you nut! Who gave you the right to abort him?”
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The wedding date was April 17th.
That exact same day I found out I was pregnant.
So after getting the medical report with me in the morning, Bronson Crane married Nathalie Knapp
in the afternoon.
My fingertips trembled, and the marriage certificate almost slipped out of my hand.
In the two years since Bronson and I reunited, we both seemed to let go of that tragic past.
But now it seemed that only I’d moved on, and only I was still in love with him.
I wiped away my tears and put the marriage certificate back.
But my heart couldn’t help but pound, my hand twitching at the same time.
I pressed my left hand, but it didn’t help. So I slammed it into the desk, again and again.
“Stop it, I said stop it, can’t you understand?”
I screamed hysterically, tears streaming down my face.
My heart ached, my hand hurt, and my belly hurt too.
I bent over, crying as I placed my hand on my twitching belly.
“Baby, be good. Stop kicking. I’m fine. I’ll protect you.”
I was three months along, and I had been looking forward to the birth of this child.
The day I confirmed I was pregnant, Bronson was overjoyed. He took me into his arms, stammering with joy as he spoke.
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He told me he was the happiest man in the world, for he had a beautiful wife and a lovely child.
I cried and thought, “How could I have believed him?
“How could I have believed that he really forgot the past and wanted to start over with me?”
“Why are your eyes red? Did you cry again?”
Bronson changed his shoes, walked over, and hugged me.
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the bitterness in my chest. But just then, I smelled a faint perfume.
It wasn’t strong, even mixed with the smell of nicotine, but I still smelled it.
I was sure that it belonged to Nathalie.
So I closed my eyes and pushed Bronson away.
He frowned, his tone mixed with coldness. “Veronica, what’s the fuss? Or is the baby kicking you?
He was a bit helpless, his big hand gently stroking my protruding belly, as if to soothe the child
inside.
He appeared just like a doting father, the gentle look in his eyes making me doubt whether the marriage certificate was fake.
“Bronson, when are we getting married?”
The day I found out I was pregnant, I had brought up the topic, for it wouldn’t look good in the wedding photos when I was beginning to have a baby bump.
But Bronson said we could do it after the baby was born.
By then, we could take photos with the child.
I thought it was meaningful, so I agreed.
In these three months, I hadn’t mentioned that again.
Today, when I brought up the topic, Bronson avoided my gaze.
He sighed helplessly, “Didn’t we say to wait until the child is born? Veronica, have you forgotten about it? Is it because you’re pregnant?
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got up, tugging at his tie. “I’m going to take a shower. Don’t think too much. We’ll definitely get married.”
He went into the bedroom, leaving his phone on the coffee table.
Soon, messages popped up one after another, with Nathalie’s name on them.
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My breath hitch as I picked up the phone and unlocked it, scrolling up through those texts.
“Have you gotten home?”
“You know what? As soon as you left, the baby started kicking non–stop.
“Honey, do you think he was getting upset because his daddy left?”
“But don’t worry, I’ll soothe him. I’ll tell him his dad loves him very much.”
My fingertips trembled as I slowly put down the phone.
Those messages were like thorns, stabbing into my heart.
Honey? Baby?
Turned out he had a family already.
I was just an outsider.
