My fiancée is a DINK. She lies to me about going abroad for a year to further her education—she's actually left to have a child with her childhood sweetheart.

He shares a photo of her after she's given birth. It's captioned, "This is the world's best childhood sweetheart. My family's line shall continue!"

I'm furious when I see their mutual friends leaving comments urging them to get married. I comment, "May you be together forever and end up with no descendants."

My fiancée immediately calls me and snaps, "What the hell are you doing? I'm just fulfilling a promise I made to him during our childhood!"

I hang up and call off the engagement. There's no point in continuing with this relationship!

I had just canceled all the banquet arrangements and hadn't had time to inform our parents.

My wife-to-be, Rhiannon Tate, came back right at that moment. She had just given birth, so she looked a bit weak. But as soon as she opened the door, she started berating me!

"Have you deleted the comments? You're making Lionel look bad, do you know that?" she barked.

Then, she walked over to me and leaned in slightly. My expression turned terrifyingly dark. My fiancée had lied about going abroad to study and secretly gave birth to Lionel Devine's baby. Lionel was her childhood sweetheart.

When Rhiannon and I started dating, she told me she was a DINK—dual income, no kids. She said she didn't like children. I accepted that—only then did she agree to marry me.

My parents upheld very traditional values. I had worked very hard to convince them to accept this arrangement. But now, Rhiannon had given birth to another man's child.

It wasn't that she was afraid of the risks of childbirth. It was obvious that she thought that I wasn't worth the risk.

A year ago, she even accompanied me to the hospital to have a vasectomy after I proposed to her. She said she wanted to ensure everything was foolproof and that it would give her a sense of security.

I felt like a complete and utter fool when I revisited those times.

Rhiannon reached out to take my hand, but I quickly flinched away from her.

"That's enough, Clyde Lindstrom. Stop throwing a tantrum. It's not like I went behind your back. Lionel and I had never even slept together," Rhiannon said.

Rhiannon insisted she wasn't sleeping around and that I was the only one she had been with. She explained that the child was conceived through in vitro fertilization, so it had been done without any physical contact. She swore she hadn't betrayed me or our relationship.

I wanted to laugh out loud at the incredulity of it all. "You said before that you were traumatized because your mom nearly died giving birth to you. Then, you told me that you would never have a child in this lifetime. But when it's for Lionel, you're suddenly unafraid."

Rhiannon argued, "That's because I owe him this. Back then, he was seriously injured while saving me and became impotent. What's wrong with me giving him a child? He saved my life! Can you please stop being so unreasonable?"

Her eyes reddened as she glared at me. She insisted that the pregnancy was done via in vitro fertilization and that the Devine family would raise the child themselves. So, according to her, we didn't need to worry about anything.

"I'm just helping out so that the Devine family would have an heir. Besides, I came back to you right after giving birth because I was afraid you'd overthink. I haven't even gone through postpartum recovery yet," Rhiannon said in an aggrieved tone.

She lowered her voice and said she had already given me enough of a way out.

I was so angry that I couldn't speak. My hand that was holding my phone trembled uncontrollably.

The woman I had loved for so many years had deceived me and given birth to another man's child, yet she kept demanding me not to overreact.

"We're done. The wedding is off," I stated icily.

With a loud crash, Rhiannon smashed the teacup in front of her. The shards flew up and cut my forehead.

She screamed, "Why can't you try to understand me? I don't want to owe Lionel anything. He saved my life. I have to repay him somehow!"

Blood trickled down my forehead. However, I didn't feel any pain from it. The unbearable ache in my heart was way more pronounced compared to my physical pain.

Rhiannon came over anxiously when she saw that I was hurt. She offered to bandage me.

"Get out!" I roared.

That night, I locked myself in the study, chain-smoking one cigarette after another. What did I ever do to deserve this from her?

Early in the morning, the wound on my forehead had worsened. Therefore, I would have to make a trip to the hospital to get it treated. Rhiannon wasn't at home, and I had no idea where she went.

But when I arrived at the hospital, there she was, holding the baby. Lionel was right behind her, carrying her bag.

When the three of them were huddled together, they looked like a picture-perfect family of three.

"Your husband is so careless! He didn't even mix the formula properly before feeding the baby. Your baby choked on it and wouldn't stop crying," the nurse said.

Rhiannon seemed anxious. She hurriedly reassured the nurse that it wouldn't happen again. It seemed she didn't mind Lionel being addressed as her husband and didn't think much of it.

After the baby stopped crying, Rhiannon turned to Lionel and said, "Let's just go with breastfeeding from now on. I can nurse the baby."

"Wouldn't that be too inconvenient for you? After all, you and Clyde are about to get married," Lionel replied.

I stood not far away, listening to Rhiannon explaining and convincing Lionel that breastfeeding was better in every way. My hands balled into tight fists as I watched them standing together in harmony like a loving family.

Rhiannon cradled the baby in her arms fondly. "Oh, baby, be good. Your eyes look exactly like your daddy's."

"I'd rather that they look like yours. You're more beautiful," Lionel said with a smile. He then hesitated for a moment and stuttered, "Riri, if... I mean, if…"

"What is it?" Rhiannon asked, her face full of innocence and anticipation as she looked at Lionel. "Don't worry. Even if I get married, I'll always be the baby's biological mother. If you need anything, just let me know."

Throughout my relationship with Rhiannon, there had always been a third person present. Just as we were getting into the moment on our first anniversary since being together, Lionel had called Rhiannon to pick him up from the airport. She left me behind without hesitation.

On countless holiday outings, I wanted to spend time with Rhiannon alone as a couple. Yet, Lionel always tagged along under the guise of being a close friend and booked a room next door.

And now, things were even worse. Rhiannon even went as far as to bear Lionel a child and give birth to it for him.

I silently turned to leave, not wanting to start a fight with them. To my dismay, Lionel caught sight of me and called out to me.

"What a coincidence, Clyde. Are you here to see the baby too?" Lionel said loudly.

See the baby? What nonsense!

"What are you doing here? Don't you trust me at all? Why do you follow me everywhere?" Rhiannon complained in annoyance.

Lionel, on the other hand, spoke up in my defense. "Clyde is just being thoughtful. I understand his concern. When you two get married, I'll make sure to give you a generous wedding gift."

"There's no need. We're not getting married anymore," I deadpanned.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to cause a scene here?" Rhiannon said, feeling flustered.

She tried to pull me aside, not wanting me to mention all this in front of Lionel.

I shook her hand off.

Lionel had been posting photos of the baby's mother on his social media over the past few days. Although he didn't show Rhiannon's face, people had already started to call her Mrs. Devine and urged them to get married sooner in the comments section.

Well, that made sense. After all, they already had a child together.

When I got home, I didn't know how to explain everything to my parents. However, the hotel had already informed them about the cancellation.

My dad said, "Marriage isn't child's play! All our relatives have heard that you're getting married. You can't just cancel the wedding just because you two had a little tiff."

My mom chimed in, "Your dad's right. You begged us on your knees to give our blessings and insisted that you'd only ever marry Rhiannon in this lifetime."

My mom couldn't understand either. She pointed out how deeply in love I was with Rhiannon and questioned how I could suddenly decide not to get married.

These past few days, I had bottled everything up. So, it all came bursting forth now.

I rarely cried. I usually kept my emotions to myself and dealt with them slowly. But this time, I couldn't understand. I loved Rhiannon so much. Why did she have to do these things to hurt me?

When we were in high school, Rhiannon wasn't like this. She had a sunny disposition and loved to smile—she was like a ray of light in my life. During the early days of my entrepreneurship, when we faced difficulties and couldn't make ends meet, we lived in a tiny rented room and ate canned food.

Even when things were tough, Rhiannon comforted me and said we'd always have each other. She gave me strength and stood by me through thick and thin. How had things come to this?

Holding back the pain, I said, "She didn't go abroad to further her studies last year. She went there to give birth to Lionel's child instead."

My parents were shocked to hear that.

"Didn't she say she was a DINK? How did she suddenly end up having a child with someone else?"

Both my mom and dad expressed their support for me. Their hearts ached at the thought of Rhiannon practically cuckolding me. They said I was better off not getting married. A relationship where one person gave in too much was bound to fall apart eventually.

My parents called Rhiannon's parents to discuss the matter. After all, we'd already given them the monetary gift in conjunction with Rhiannon and my wedding. We'd even bought them a new car and a new house. Thus, both families needed to sit down and have a proper discussion.

Upon hearing that I was calling off the wedding, Rhiannon's father, Donald Tate, anxiously asked what had happened. My dad explained everything in detail. After learning about the reason, Donald felt so ashamed that he was at a loss for words.

Rhiannon's mother, Irene Hutton, couldn't believe it either. With trembling hands, she said, "My goodness, how foolish of Riri to do this. But as for Lionel... we watched that boy grow up. Riri must have wanted to repay him for saving her life."

"There's no reasoning like that in this world," my mom responded. She was a sensible person, so she believed there was no point in continuing the marriage if Rhiannon and I were not meant to be.

Irene looked at us and asked, "Did you ask us to come over because you want to cancel the marriage and ask us to return everything you'd given us as the wedding gift?"

"There's no such thing as asking for a gift back," Donald said angrily. A moment ago, he had just admitted Rhiannon was in the wrong and promised to scold her. But he suddenly changed his attitude when the matter of returning the monetary gift came up.

Just then, Rhiannon came back. All it took was one look for her to figure out what was going on.

"What do you think you're doing, Clyde? We should handle our own affairs privately," Rhiannon said disapprovingly. She assumed I was threatening her with our breakup and the cancellation of our marriage.

She repeatedly assured me that she would make it up to me, saying she understood how unfair this whole thing was to me.

"Lionel and I are just good friends. We didn't do anything that went beyond the boundaries of being friends. Don't say things that will cause our parents to misunderstand," Rhiannon fumed.