until there were no tears left to cry. I felt
pathetic. On my wedding day, my husband’s
first love shows up, and he abandons me to be
with her. And the worst part? We’d been
together for three years. All his social media
was “July.” When I asked him what we should
name our baby, he instantly said, “Lily.” I’d
wondered about the significance of the name,
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but I trusted him, so I never pushed. Now I
knew. His first love was Juliet… How could he
use my child to memorialize their relationship?
What was I to him? What were our three years
together worth? Why would he start a
relationship with me if he wasn’t over her? What
did I do to deserve this?
- 4.
Thirty minutes later, a frantic Ethan burst into the room, his forehead beaded with sweat. He asked Chloe to leave, wanting to talk to me alone. “What is there to talk about?” I asked, my eyes red and swollen. He crouched in front of me, his face unreadable. “Juliet is my ex- girlfriend.” “How long were you together?” “Seven years.” “How long have you been broken up?” “Four years.” “Do you still love her?” Ethan didn’t answer. His silence was deafening. I wanted to laugh, but all that came out were more tears. “Why are you doing this to yourselves? She can’t let you go, crashing my wedding. You can’t let her go, running off to be
with hor Ethan what did I over do to docorin
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wedding. You can’t let her go, running off to be
with her. Ethan, what did I ever do to deserve
this?” I sobbed, ripping at my veil. “Stop it,
okay?” He grabbed my hands, his jaw clenched.
“Nothing happened between us. I just went to
check on her.” I stared at him in disbelief. How
could he say that with a straight face? “So,
every time she cries, you’re going to abandon
me and run to her side?” Ethan fell silent again.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “I’m going to
marry you. Let’s just pretend this never
happened.” Everything went black. It felt like a
lightning bolt had struck me, leaving a searing
pain in its wake. A wave of anger washed over
- me. He thought the wedding was some kind of
gift to me? I didn’t want it. Not anymore. I stumbled backward, clutching the wall, my face
pale, my body slick with cold sweat. My baby,
as if sensing my distress, kicked softly. It
should have been a beautiful moment, but all I
felt was agonizing pain. I clutched my stomach,
tears blurring my vision. This was her first kick.
How could it happen at a time like this?
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- 5.
Ethan frowned and reached out to help me up.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed. “You’re
disgusting!” “Please, don’t do this,” he pleaded, his eyes fixed on my stomach. “I don’t want to
lose you. I really don’t.” His words made me
sick. He was so sickeningly manipulative. If I’d
never met him, I could have had a healthy,
loving relationship. I could have been happy. He
ruined me. I grabbed my phone and hurled it at
him. “The wedding is off. We’re getting a
divorce.” Ethan froze, his face hardening. “You
grew up in a broken home. You think your
mother would let you divorce me while you’re
pregnant?” I never thought he’d stoop to using
my family against me. It felt like my heart was
being ripped to shreds. I sank to the floor,
burying my face in my hands and sobbing
uncontrollably until my throat was raw. I didn’t
even notice when he left.
- 6.
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After that, Ethan and I were in a deep freeze. I
moved back to my mom’s place. Like Ethan had
said, I was raised by a single mother. My dad
hadn’t died, but my mom might as well have
been a widow, given how absent he was. So,
she couldn’t understand my pain. When Ethan
came to get me, she practically shoved me out
the door. “Ethan’s apologizing. You should take
it and run with it,” she urged, her voice sharp.
“Get out here and stop hiding in your room.”
“Mom, please, just make him leave,” I begged.
“You’re pregnant! What’s wrong with you? You
need to swallow your pride.” “I can’t! I just
can’t!” “Marriage is about picking your battles,”
she sighed, softening slightly as she saw my
tear–stained face. “Besides, he didn’t actually
cheat.” That wasn’t the point. Emotional
infidelity was worse. “We’ve been together for
three years, and he’s been lying next to me,
thinking about another woman. What am I to
him?” “You’re overthinking this. And I’m telling
you right now, no matter how bad it gets, you’re
not getting a divorce. I won’t allow it.” For the
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mother glared at me. “This is all your fault, you
know. If you were a better wife, he wouldn’t be
thinking about his ex.” “Mom, stop!” I cried,
covering my ears. “Please, just stop talking.”
The weight of it all crashed down on me, tears
