The room held its breath.
I felt a cold shiver. We had been divorced for more than a year, so of course the baby wasn’t mine. But a deeper discomfort stirred inside me. In our three years together, we had never been able to start a family. Van had always encouraged me to look into it, yet I had insisted everything was fine. And now? Now I wasn’t so sure.
“For three years, we tried to build a family, but nothing happened. I had my health checked many times, and everything was normal. He refused to be examined, so we never had answers. After our divorce, I met someone new—someone kind. And when we finally began a life together, I became pregnant right away.”
Her words didn’t carry anger; they simply carried truth. But the truth has a way of shifting everything around it.
My bride stood frozen, her bouquet slipping from her hands. I felt as though the ground beneath me had tilted. Everything I’d ignored, all the choices I had made, were suddenly reflected back at me.
After Van left, I tried to reassure my bride, hoping we could simply go on with the ceremony. But she shook her head and spoke with a quiet firmness.
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