The next day was our wedding.
At Mrs. Lee’s insistence,
it was held in a downtown luxury hotel,
with 88 tables of guests.
Just before the banquet began,
the staff told me Mrs. Lee had added two more tables.
I smiled and shook my head—no problem.
The more witnesses, the better.
The ceremony began.
Traditionally, the father walks the bride down the aisle,
but Sophia had grown up without a father,
so Mrs. Lee took that role.
As in my past life,
the officiant asked if the mother of the bride
had any words for her new son-in-law.
At that moment,
my fists clenched tightly.
I knew the show was about to begin.
Mrs. Lee looked at me with a pained expression.
“David, at such an important moment,
I can’t bear to hide the truth from you any longer.”
I forced myself to remain calm.
“Mom, what is it?
Why would you say that at such a happy time?”
In my past life,
I had replied the same way—
truly confused why she would bring up sorrow on such a day.
But this time, my words carried a warning,
urging her to think twice.
Yet Mrs. Lee didn’t hear it.
Lost in her own world, she declared:
“I don’t believe the child in Sophia’s belly is yours.
I have to tell you this to your face.”
Silence fell instantly.
All eyes turned toward me,
filled with sympathy.
After all, what could be more tragic
than learning on your wedding day
that your bride’s child isn’t yours?
I quickly adjusted my expression,
forcing out a look of pain.
“Mom! How could you say such a thing?
Even a joke must have limits!”
Mrs. Lee frowned, scolding me:
“You’re not married to Sophia yet,
but I already see you as my son.
That’s why I’m telling you the truth.”
I raised my head and smiled coldly.
“So what you mean is,
I should thank you?”
Mrs. Lee froze in shock.
She never expected me, usually so mild-tempered,
to openly defy her.
She thought she could test my limits
and control me completely.
But my reaction was beyond her expectation.
Mrs. Lee immediately flew into a rage:
“David Miller! It’s your fault my daughter was hurt,
and you dare question me?”
I laughed bitterly on the spot.
Even though I had prepared for this,
her shamelessness still stunned me.
The guests around us were equally shocked.
They couldn’t believe a mother-in-law
would accuse her daughter’s groom
of not being the father—
and call it a joke.
But that was exactly the kind of woman Mrs. Lee was.
In my previous life,
I first met her three months into dating Sophia.
That day, at Sophia’s suggestion,