I Am Not Getting Married

After I became pregnant before marriage, my fiancé suddenly revealed his true nature.

He used the child as leverage to dodge paying for the wedding and even forced me to hold the wedding in advance.

He even wanted to take over my family's assets.

He thought he caught my weak spot and was certain I had no choice but to marry him.

But I found it laughable. Given my family's wealth, why should I be worried that my family couldn't afford to raise a child?

My family was wealthy enough to support not only one child but also ten men to be the child's father.

1

I suddenly woke up.

My face was wet with tears.

I looked at my hands, empty.

I turned to look around at the familiar surroundings.

I touched my belly and realized I had been reborn.

Before waking up, I was holding my child, standing on the rooftop of my family's former company building.

Tears streamed down my face, and I was overwhelmed with regret.

My child cried loudly in my arms, but I had no energy left to comfort her.

I patted her head and said, "Don't cry. We'll soon see your grandparents."

Then, I closed my eyes and jumped off with her.

I heard the screams of people around, but the next moment, I lost consciousness completely.

I got out of bed and looked around the room, finding a report from an antenatal appointment on the bedside table.

It said I was two months pregnant.

The child was Aydan Nash's.

In my previous life, two years later, this child would meet her death with me.

2

Aydan worked at my father's company.

He was handsome, capable, and humorous, earning my father's admiration.

His only flaw was his humble background.

My father was unsatisfied with Aydan's family background, but greatly appreciated his painstaking efforts at work. Over time, he gradually became less concerned about Aydan's humble family.

After a year of dating, we were ready to enter marriage.

My family hosted a dinner to discuss our wedding with Aydan's parents.

At the table, Aydan held my hand the entire time, making me feel like the happiest woman in the world.

His parents were also very agreeable.

When it came to the payment for the wedding, I sensed some awkwardness from Aydan and his parents.

But my parents were generous, offering to cover most of the wedding costs. They would also provide a car, 1 million in cash, and even a house for us to start a new life.

But before we could get the marriage certificate and hold the wedding, I found out I was pregnant.

I immediately called Aydan, and he was thrilled to hear the news.

I happily began my antenatal appointments.

Considering he was too busy with work, I went to the hospital with our housekeeper.

Until one day, Aydan called me, "Jemma, my parents know about your pregnancy, and they're very happy, but we need to discuss some things about our marriage."

I was puzzled.

What else was there to discuss? Hadn't we already agreed on everything?

3

After a conversation, Aydan's parents convinced me to get the marriage certificate first, with concerns about my fatigue from the pregnancy and how a big belly wouldn't look good in a wedding dress. They suggested holding the wedding after the baby was born.

My parents disagreed at first, feeling it was too rushed.

But I felt quite touched at their suggestion, thinking they were very considerate.

So, I put aside all wedding matters and focused on the pregnancy at home.

My belly gradually started to show.

Later, they kept urging us to get the marriage certificate, saying it would expedite registering the child's birth.

Yet, later, they delayed the wedding date, claiming the timing was too rushed.

They even used my premarital pregnancy as leverage to demand that my parents cover the entire expenses for the wedding and offer more assets.

All I wanted was to hold a wedding with Aydan, so I repeatedly agreed to their outrageous demands, even pressuring my parents.

But I didn't expect that I was leading myself and my entire family into a disaster.

4

I touched my belly, feeling the new life inside.

I knew it was a girl.

In my previous life, my mother and the housekeeper accompanied me to every antenatal appointment.

Meanwhile, Aydan, after getting the marriage certificate with me, joined the company's management and hooked up with his assistant, Paula Smith.

He never showed up for any of my appointments.

Even on the day I gave birth, he was fooling around with Paula.

When my mother-in-law knew I had given birth to a girl, she let out a reproachful pout and left.

In the days following, she made my life miserable and treated me with disdain.

What I didn't know was that Aydan and Paula colluded with the company's finance department to cook the books and transfer assets.

Eventually, they lived a carefree life, while my father was taken away by the police, and my mother fainted and was hospitalized.

My father died in prison, and my mother in the hospital.

As for me, their daughter, I jumped off the company building with my daughter.

As I replayed the events of my previous life in my mind, my heart ached again.

In my previous life, I truly loved Aydan, not caring about his humble background.

I gave him career opportunities and resources.

But what a jerk he was to destroy my entire family.

While I was lost in sorrow, I received a call from Aydan.

He said his parents knew about my pregnancy and wanted to discuss our marriage again.

I listened and smiled slightly, "Alright."

5

After hanging up, I composed myself and walked out the door.

I saw my mother sitting on the sofa reading a book.

I went over and hugged her.

My mother was surprised by my sudden embrace, but she gently hugged me and stroked my head.

In my previous life, my mother died in the hospital, worn out and frail.

As I thought about it, I felt like crying again.

Seeing my tears, my mother exclaimed, "Why are you crying, my sweetheart?"

I gave a bashful smile and said, "Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. I'm just more emotionally sensitive."

My mother laughed and began recounting stories from when she was pregnant with me.

Hearing her voice and snuggling in her embrace felt truly blissful.

I told my mother that Aydan's parents would be visiting us in the evening and instructed the housekeeper to prepare dinner.

In the evening, Aydan's family arrived as expected.

I could already detect a smug look on their faces.

Seeing them reminded me of their greed and shamelessness from my past life.

Feeling suddenly queasy, I turned and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

In the bathroom, I gently caressed my belly. "Darling, do you feel sick too? Don't worry. Mommy will protect you and our family."

Aydan's family came empty-handed.

In the past, I wouldn't have found anything off.

I would think since we were going to become a family, we could dispense with such formalities.

But today, I said, "Aydan, my dad gave your dad two bottles of good wine last time. Is there a reason your family didn't bring anything?"

Aydan was taken aback by my question and looked at me, puzzled.

I had never spoken to him like this before.

My dad quickly intervened, "It's fine. We're going to become a family. No need for such formalities. Besides, this was arranged on short notice, so, understandably, Aydan didn't have the time to prepare anything."

I nodded and tugged at Aydan's hand. "Alright, I forgive you. But even your parents didn't prepare anything. Does your family not like me?"

With that, I put on a stern face, and Aydan quickly pulled me into his arms.

His embrace made me feel a bit nauseous, but I held it in.

Aydan glanced at his parents, who awkwardly smiled and said, "Sorry about that. But we don't usually follow such formalities."

I immediately smiled, "It's okay. I don't mind. "But Aydan, you should follow such formalities from now on. Otherwise, people might accuse my dad of not teaching you manners."

This was an innuendo about their etiquette and implied Aydan was like a son to my dad.

Their expressions darkened, but they couldn't retort and had to smile along.

After all, I was no longer the girl they could easily manipulate at this point.

After this little episode, everyone took their seats.

During dinner, my parents and Aydan's parents were chatting while Aydan attentively served me food.

Watching him care for me, I couldn't help but reflect on how I was once fooled by these empty gestures.

He claimed to love me, but it was just going through the motions.

Only my parents truly supported and cared for me with real actions and resources.

I was so mindless as to have fallen for such an ingrate.

Suddenly, I noticed Aydan giving his mother a meaningful look, which she understood.

Aydan's mother spoke up, "Our family is modest. Aydan has been sensible since childhood and never caused us any worry. Now that he's getting married to Jemma, we're genuinely happy. We'll be good to Jemma like my real daughter."

She then expressed her desire to have the marriage certificate first and wait for me to give birth to the child before holding the wedding.

My parents frowned upon hearing her words.

I pretended to be surprised and turned to Aydan, "Aydan, is this what you want too?"

Of course, Aydan sided with his mother.

He immediately promised to take good care of me and the child and hold a grand wedding for me.

I was not pleased. "But a wedding is a girl's lifelong dream. It happens only once. I want it to be held during my most beautiful years."

Aydan tried to comfort me, "You're always the most beautiful girl in my eyes. Nothing will be different if we hold the wedding after getting the certificate and having the child."

My parents disapproved of this proposal. Having a child before marriage was already unconventional, and now they wanted to delay the wedding even further.

I stood firm, "No, I want the wedding first."

Then I suggested, "If you're worried about the child, we can consider an abortion. Aydan and I are still young. We can have another child."

As soon as I mentioned considering an abortion, Aydan's mother exclaimed, "No! This is our family's child. You have no right to do this!"

My mother was displeased by her outburst, "Mrs. Nash, my daughter hasn't married into your family yet. How come this child already belongs to your family?"

Aydan's mother seemed emboldened. "It's my son's child, so naturally, it belongs to our family!"

Her words reminded me of how she bullied me in my past life.

Back then, I was nothing more than a tool for giving birth to children in her eyes.

I became even more furious, "I have every right to do anything to my body and my child. If I want an abortion, then I will."

With that, I instructed the housekeeper to schedule a hospital appointment for an abortion the next day.

Seeing how things unfolded, Aydan quickly told his mother to stop talking.

He tried to soothe me and my parents.

He patted my back, "We'll have the wedding first. I'll make sure you have a magnificent wedding."

I raised an eyebrow at Aydan, "Really?"

Aydan glanced at his mother and then turned to me with a gentle smile. "Of course."

I smiled with equal gentleness, "Great. Then I want the best wedding."