Chapter 1
The welding date was April 17th…
That exact same day I found out I was pregnant.
So after getting the medical report with me in the morning, Heimson Crane martiel Nathalie Knapp in the afternoon.
My fingertips trembled, and the marriage certificate almost slipped out of my hand.
In the two years since Bronson and I reunited, we both serum
of that tragle past.
But now it seemed that only I’dimoved on, and only I was still in love with him.
Dwiped away my tears and put the marriage certificate back.
But my heart couldn’t help but pound, my hand twitching at the same time.
I pressed my left hand, but it didn’t help. So I slammed it into the desk, again and again.
“Stop it, I said stop it, can’t you understand?”
I screamed hysterically, tears streaming down my face.
ly lurt too.
¡My heart ached, my hand hurt, and my belly
Ebent over, crying as 1 placed my hand on my twitching belly.
“Baby, be good. Stop kicking. I’m fine. I’ll protect you.”
was three months along, and
The day I confirmed I was prep
Theen looking forward to the birth of this child.
pregunt, Bronson was overjoyed. He took me into his arms, staunering with joy as he spoke. He told me he was the happiest man in the world, for he had a beautiful wife and a lovely child. Leried and thought, “How could I have believed him?
“How could I have believed that he really forgot the past and wanted
d to start over with me?”
“Why are your eyes red? Did you
Iyou cry again?
Bronson changed his shites, walked over, and hugged me.
I took a deep bresti, trying to suppress the bitterness in any chest. But just then, I smelled a faint perfume
It woudt strong, even mixed with the smell of nicotine, but I still smelled it,
I was nice that it belonged to Nathalie
So I closed my eyes and puplied Bronson away.
He frowned, his tape mixed with coldness. “Veronica, what’s the fuss? Or is the baby kicking you?
Hot helpless, fals big hand
stroking my protruding: belly, as if to soothe the child inside
He appeared just like a doting father, the gentle look in his eyes making me doubt whether the marriage certificate was take
Brunson, when are we getting married?”
The day I leaned out I was purplant, I had brought up the tople, for it wouldn’t look good in the wedding photos when I was beginning to have a baby
But Bronson said we
by then, we ruoli take pa
photan with the child
Huuught it was theaningful, so I agreed
Today, when I brought up the tople, Bronson avoided my paze.
He sighed helplessly, “Didn’t say alt mull the child is born! Vermica, have you forgotten about
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it? Is it because you’re pregnant?”
Bronson got up, nugging at his nie. “I’m going to take a shower. Don’t think too much. We’ll definitely get married.
He went into the bedroom, leaving his phone on the coffee table.
Soon, messages popped up one after another, with Nathalie’s name on them.
My breath hitch as I picked up the phone and unlocked it, scrolling up through those texts.
“Have you gotten home?”
“You know what? As soon
soon as you left, the baby started kicking non–stop.”
“Honey, do you think he was getting upset because his daddy left?
“But don’t worry, I’ll soothe him. I’ll tell him his dad loves him very much.”
My fingertips trembled as I slowly put down the phone.
Those messages were like thems, stabbing into my heart.
Honey? Baby?
Turned out he had a family already
I was just an outsider.
