My Fiancé Is A… Dad?

After taking it all in, I walked toward the master bedroom.

I used to live there.

Back then, Dennis had decorated it entirely to suit my tastes.

My hand had just touched the doorknob when a woman's voice stopped me.

"You're Anna?"

I turned and saw the woman Dennis had called Scarlett earlier standing behind me.

She had a soft fullness to her figure, hidden beneath a loose dress, but her eyes were striking—large, bright, and gentle-looking. The kind of eyes that made a person seem kind and dependable.

"I am," I replied.

Back when I practiced medicine, people often asked me that same question.

Every time, I answered without hesitation: I am.

It had become something like a professional reflex.

She studied me for a long moment, then let out a short, sharp laugh. "So he still hasn't told you, huh? I'm his fiancée. We already have a son."

A dull ache surfaced in my chest. But I could control my emotions now. "I know."

"You know and you still came back?" Her voice turned sharp, her glare full of hostility. "This isn't your home anymore. You're just an outsider."

She lunged toward me, her hand raised to strike. But I caught her wrist mid-air.

"You just gave birth not long ago. You shouldn't let your emotions get the better of you. It's not good for your health."

Shock filled her eyes.

For reasons I couldn't quite explain, I couldn't bring myself to hate her. She hadn't done anything wrong. She was just afraid—afraid of losing the man she loved.

"Don't worry," I said quietly. "Even though Dennis and I were once engaged... he has a child now. I won't get in the way."

I had barely finished when she shoved me hard.

I stumbled back, and she dropped to the floor with a thud.

"I'm sorry," she cried out. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken Dennis away from you."

"Anna! What are you doing!" Dennis's voice rang out behind me.

Then came a sudden, forceful shove.

And before I could steady myself, a hard slap landed squarely across my face.

Everything spun for a moment.

His face blurred in front of me, but his voice rang loud and clear in my ears.

"So what if Scarlett's my fiancée? So what if we have a child? She's gentle and understanding. Not like you—crying at every little thing, always causing trouble, using cheap tricks to bully people. Anna, you disgust me. You have three seconds. Apologize to Scarlett."

My vision cleared just enough to see him standing there, holding her tightly in his arms. His eyes were like ice, filled with contempt—for me.

People downstairs had started to gather, whispering behind their hands, staring up at us.

"I didn't push her," I said to him. "She fell on her own."

"You think I'd believe that? I saw it with my own eyes!" His voice was thick with rage.

"You're just jealous of Scarlett. Apologize now, or I'm not marrying you!"

I laughed.

"Dennis, do you know how many children, how many people in disaster zones, need us—need doctors like us to save their lives? I regret coming back for you. My time should've gone to something that mattered."

And with that, I turned and walked away.

This time, I didn't shed a single tear for him.

This time, I was leaving for good.