The most shocking thing was that she arrived with a very large baby bump to congratulate us on our wedding. Van’s sudden appearance attracted the attention of the entire room. Whispers spread quickly, and no one understood what was about to happen.
In college, I was the handsome, intelligent boy admired by many female students. But I didn’t fall in love with anyone. My family was poor; I had to work part-time every day just to pay my tuition and had no time for love.
Among the girls who adored me was my classmate, Van. To win my heart, she often bought me food, clothes, and even paid my tuition fees.
I didn’t have any real feelings for her, but since her family supported my studies, I reluctantly agreed to be with her.
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After we graduated, since I wanted to stay in the city, I agreed to marry Van so that her parents could help me find a job. But as we lived together, I realized I didn’t really love her at all and even felt rejected by physical intimacy with her.
We were married for three years and had no children. She kept insisting I get a checkup, but I claimed I was perfectly healthy and refused to go. By then, my career was stable and I wasn’t dependent on her family. It was then that I wanted to end that dull marriage to pursue “true love.”
My coldness and indifference eventually drove her away. She finally agreed to sign the divorce papers and set me free. After that, I began a relationship with a beautiful business partner whom I had secretly admired for a long time. After more than a year together, we decided to get married. I didn’t send an invitation to my ex-wife, but somehow, she showed up at the wedding anyway, without shame.
The most unexpected thing was that she arrived with her baby bump to congratulate us. Her sudden appearance captured everyone’s attention. Whispers filled the room; No one knew what would happen.
When Van approached us, he said,
“If I could go back in time, I would never have wasted my youth on a man who didn’t love me and only used my money. The biggest regret of my life was marrying you.”
As he was about to leave, the bride suddenly asked,
“Whose child are you carrying?”
That question startled me. My ex-wife and I had been divorced for over a year, so the baby clearly wasn’t mine. But then… why did she never get pregnant during our three years of marriage? Could it mean I was infertile?
Without making us wait, Van turned and said:
“For three years, your husband and I couldn’t have children. I often asked him to get checked, but he always blamed me. However, every time I got tested, I was perfectly fine. After the divorce, I fell in love with another man. And the first night we were together, I got pregnant.”
His words stunned my girlfriend so much that she dropped the bouquet. I, on the other hand, was completely shocked, not knowing what to do.
After Van left, I tried to comfort my girlfriend, asking her to calm down and for us to finish the ceremony first. But she refused, saying she wanted to cancel the wedding and go with me to a fertility test before deciding to get married. He said:
“My brother and his wife were married for nine years without children. They spent a fortune on fertility treatments and still ended up getting divorced. I don’t want to repeat their mistake. A woman’s worth is eroded with each failed marriage; I don’t want my first marriage to be to a man who can’t have children.”
I had no right to blame either my ex-wife or my girlfriend. My downfall was the result of my own calculations and selfishness. I sowed bitterness, and now I’m reaping bitterness. If I had at least treated my ex-wife well, I wouldn’t be facing such a miserable end today.
