As we walked towards the church, hand in hand, a stranger stopped my fiancée. He claimed that Emily was pregnant with his child. The man intercepted her right outside the church, and the reason was clear: she carried his baby in her womb. It was a shock to everyone, especially me. Had I known about her condition beforehand, things might have turned out differently.
Not long ago, I moved to an unfamiliar town with no desire to return home. The reason was my ex-fiancée. I was born to my parents later in life due to complications with my mothers health. Despite this, they raised me strictly, hoping Id grow into a decent man. Even with their harsh discipline, I always knew they loved me.
Like most students, I was average in my studies, struggling particularly with maths and sciences. But I took great satisfaction in chores. As a boy, I helped my father with repairs, tended to the livestock, and gathered winter feed. I also enjoyed looking after our chickens. Later, Mum taught me to cook and iron clothes, and as I grew older, I took on more household duties to give my parents a break.
After finishing secondary school, I didnt think university was an optionmoney was tight. So I enrolled in a technical college near my village to stay close and help my parents when needed. I visited every weekend, assisting with chores and occasionally meeting friends.
Everything changed when I met a “special girl.” Emily, a first-year student at a nearby college, caught my eye with her slender figure and gorgeous hair. Men turned their heads when she passed. At first, I couldnt believe she agreed to go out with me, but soon we saw each other more often, and it became clear she felt the same. Eventually, we were inseparable.
My mother was the first to notice the change in me. I came home less, struggled to sleep, lost interest in seeing friends. Dad joked that a “city girl” had bewitched me, but they were wrongEmily lived two villages over. Still, I kept our relationship quiet for a while, wanting to be sure our feelings were real.
We spent all our free time togetherparties, trips, visits to her dorm. She even surprised me with homemade treats during lunch breaks, making me feel cherished. I truly believed no one could be better for me than her.
When I finally told my parents, they immediately started hinting at grandchildren. It felt too soonEmily had just finished her first year. But deep down, I couldnt help imagining her in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle. I thought Id found my soulmate.
For our first anniversary, I planned a fancy dinner at a restaurant. But Emily had her own surpriseshe was pregnant with my child. I was overjoyed and proposed on the spot. To my relief, she said yes.
The next week, we shared the news with our families. To my surprise, everyone got along brilliantly. My parents praised Emily like she was their own daughter, and her family welcomed me warmly. We were thrilled it went so well.
Wedding plans began immediately. Instead of a traditional venue, we wanted a countryside celebration on my parents’ land, just like theyd had. But our cottage was too small, so we rented a better one from relatives. With the baby on the way, we had little time for anything elsebuying clothes, food, decorations.
Our parents worked together seamlessly, as if they were already family. It felt too good to be true, and I was happier than ever. But then, like a nightmare, everything fell apart.
We planned to marry before the baby arrived, first at the registry office, then in church. The priest and guests were waiting, including my parents, whod helped with preparations. As we walked towards the church, hand in hand, that stranger stopped Emily. He claimed the child was his.
The man insisted he was the father and threatened legal action, refusing to let another man raise his baby. At first, I thought he was madjust a misunderstanding. But Emily didnt deny it. She stayed silent, eyes downcast, then burst into tears and confessed it was true, though she hadnt wanted it to end this way. I didnt ask for details. I just turned and walked away. The next week passed in a blur.
A week later, I left my hometown for London, transferring to a new college to start fresh. Ive never gone back, and Ive no idea what became of Emily. My parents never mention it, and Im too afraid to ask.
Later, I met another girlnothing like Emily. Honest, straightforward, and genuine. I ended things with Emily remotely and have been more cautious in relationships since. I never want to feel that heartbreak again.
