The Wedding He Lost

Name: The Wedding He Lost
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Gavin

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For eight years, I played the perfect high-society fiancée to Andrew Lester, a man consumed by guilt, whose emotional distance masked a disturbing fixation on his "niece," Molly. I silently endured his self-imposed celibacy, convinced his aloofness was just his penance. But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child." My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby. I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception. The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Divorce CEO

Chapter 10

06-26 17:07

Introduction

But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child."

My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby.

I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception.

The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine.