Eight Years Wasted The Billionaire's Betrayed FiancéeChapter 1
The day before the wedding, my fiancé skipped the rehearsal.
That night, I received his texts:
Claudia's pregnant. The baby isn't mine.
But I need to get legally married to her first, so the child can be registered.
Our wedding will be postponed another three years. Let's not contact each other during that time.
You figure out how to explain things to both families. Whatever you do, don't damage Claudia's reputation... Just tell everyone you're the one who doesn't want to get married for now.
I replied with a single word:
Okay.
Because I truly didn't want to marry him anymore.
……
Almost simultaneously, his childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram.
The photo showed two hands wearing matching couple's rings, fingers forming a heart shape.
Inside the heart was an ultrasound, showing a seven-week embryo.
The caption read:
He said he's going to give us a family.
In the comments, Harrison Delgado's friends liked the post one after another, congratulating them on finally making it official, promising to bring generous gifts tomorrow.
Not a single person mentioned me.
As if tomorrow's wedding had always been meant for the two of them, and I had nothing to do with it.
I gave a bitter smile and liked the post.
Then left a comment:
Wishing you a lifetime of happiness!
My comment blended right in among the chorus of well-wishes. Nothing out of place.
But the next second, the comment was deleted.
Harrison's call came immediately after, his voice dripping with impatience.
"Tilda Johnson, what the hell was that? You left that comment on purpose to start something?"
I was speechless.
"I wasn't starting anything. I genuinely wish you both a lifetime of happiness."
But Harrison couldn't hear the sincerity in my words. He'd already decided I was trying to cause trouble.
"Cut it out. You think I can't tell whether you're being sincere?"
"Everyone knows tomorrow was supposed to be our wedding. You pop up out of nowhere with that passive-aggressive little comment just so people will laugh at Claudia?"
"Apologize to her! She hasn't stopped crying because of what you wrote!"
From the other end of the phone came the sound of a woman sobbing.
"Harrison, forget it! I shouldn't have asked for your help. I'll go schedule the procedure and get rid of the baby. So what if I can never be a mother? That's still better than being called a homewrecker!"