I Carried His Child While He Planned Their Wedding

After two years of dating, I discovered that my boyfriend had been engaged the entire time.

On the night before their wedding, a friend of his questioned if he was afraid I’d make a scene since he hadn’t been honest with me. Zavier nonchalantly replied, “The thing I love most about Helen is her naivety. She believes everything I say.”

“When she asked if I was single, I just nodded, and she actually believed it. I never bothered to explain, and she never questioned me.”

“Besides, her situation is quite complicated, making a scene wouldn't benefit her.”

He was sure I couldn’t leave him, convinced that even if I uncovered his lies, he’d still maintain control.

But he was the one who warned me not to regret my decisions, and in the end, it was he who regretted first.

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Two weeks into my silent standoff with Zavier, I found out I was pregnant.

I truly loved Zavier and had always dreamed of starting a family with him. But when Dr. Patterson asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I hesitated.

My heart felt like it was drifting, searching for a place to anchor, yet there was something missing in our relationship.

Reflecting on the cause of this cold war, it wasn’t anything monumental—it started when I saw a classmate’s post on Facebook flaunting their marriage certificate. I casually asked Zavier when he planned to marry me.

What did Zavier say back then? Oh.

He said, “Is getting married really that crucial?”

Isn't it important? It’s so significant to me. To me, marriage signifies a confirmation of love after the dating phase—a formal promise, a tangible commitment.

But Zavier saw a marriage certificate as just a meaningless piece of paper, without any real value. He thought that as long as our love was strong, there was no need for marriage to prove anything.

I told him I felt insecure; he said it was just my lack of faith in him. We parted ways, leaving things strained.

Yet now, holding the test results, the desire to build a home with him surged once more. I didn’t want to let go.

I decided to make one last effort to fight for us.