As we walked hand in hand toward the church, a stranger stopped my fiancée. He claimed that Emily was pregnant with his child. The man intercepted her right outside the church, and the truth was obviousshe carried his baby. The shock reverberated through everyone, especially me. Had I known about her condition earlier, everything might have turned out differently.
I recently moved to an unfamiliar town with no desire to return home, all because of my ex-fiancée. I was born late in my parents lives due to complications with my mothers health. Despite that, they raised me strictly, hoping Id grow into a decent person. Though firm, I never doubted their love.
Like most students, I was average in school, struggling particularly with maths and sciences. But I took great pride in helping at homefixing things with my father, tending to the livestock, gathering winter feed. I even enjoyed looking after our chickens. Later, Mum taught me to cook and iron, and as I grew older, I took on more chores to give my parents a break.
After finishing secondary school, I didnt think university was an optionmoney was tight. So I enrolled in a nearby technical college, close enough to help my parents if needed. I visited home every weekend, helping around the house and occasionally meeting friends.
But everything changed when I met *her*. Emily, a first-year student at a neighbouring college, caught my eye with her slender figure and flowing hair. Men turned their heads just to look at her. At first, I couldnt believe she agreed to go out with me, but soon we were inseparable.
Mum was the first to notice the change in me. I barely came home, lost sleep, stopped seeing friends. Dad joked that a city girl had bewitched mebut Emily lived two villages over. Still, I kept our relationship quiet at first, waiting to be sure it was real.
We spent every free moment togetherparties, trips, visits to her dorm. She even surprised me with fresh baking during lunch breaks, making me feel cherished. I truly believed no one else could ever compare.
When I finally told my parents, they immediately started hinting at grandchildren. It was too soonEmily had just finished her first year. But deep down, I couldnt help imagining her in a wedding dress. I thought Id found my soulmate.
For our first anniversary, I planned a lavish dinner at a restaurant. But Emily had her own surpriseshe was pregnant with my child. Overjoyed, I proposed on the spot, and she said yes.
The next week, we broke the news to our families. To my relief, they got along brilliantly. My parents praised Emily as if she were their own, and her family welcomed me warmly. It felt too good to be true.
We rushed the wedding, wanting our child born in wedlock. After a civil ceremony, we headed to the church with our guestsincluding my parents, who had helped with preparations. But as we walked in, hand in hand, a stranger stepped forward.
He claimed Emily was carrying *his* baby.
At first, I thought he was mad. But Emily didnt deny it. She just stared at the ground, then burst into tears and admitted it was true. I didnt ask for detailsjust turned and walked away. The next week passed in a blur.
A week later, I left my hometown and moved to London, transferring to a new college. Ive never gone back. My parents never mention it, and Im afraid to ask.
Eventually, I met someone elsenothing like Emily. Honest, direct, and real. I ended things with Emily from afar and learned to be more careful with my heart. I never want to feel that broken again.
