At our wedding ceremony, the four-year-old nephew of my fiance, Michael Thompson, suddenly rushes onto the stage. He grabs his uncle's hand and cries, "Daddy, why are you marrying another woman? Don't you want me and Mommy anymore?"

Seeing this, Lisa Jenner quickly runs over to intervene. She sounds apologetic, but her words are slightly provocative.

"I'm so sorry, Sarah. Danny lost his father when he was little and has always seen Michael as his dad. He didn't mean to cause trouble."

Even Michael remains completely calm as he picks up Danny. He explains to me, "Before David passed away, he made me promise to take care of his widow and child. I only let Danny call me 'Daddy' so he could have a normal childhood. You understand, right?"

As I look at the three of them, standing there like the perfect family, I laugh coldly and rip off my veil.

"This poor child has been through so much. How could I possibly steal his dad away?

"You know what? Why don't I just let Lisa take my place up here? Then you can have your happy little family of three."

I stood in my elaborate wedding dress in the center of the hotel banquet hall, bowing slightly to the guests gathered around.

"Thank you all, friends and family, for coming to today's wedding ceremony. However, there's been an unexpected change. The bride will no longer be me. It will be Lisa Jenner instead.

"I deeply apologize for this surprise, and I'm grateful that everyone took time out of their schedules to attend this wedding banquet. I hope this won't dampen your spirits, and please continue to enjoy the celebration."

The wedding venue fell into complete silence.

Michael Thompson's brow furrowed tightly as he said urgently, "Sarah, stop talking nonsense! Today is our special day. What happened earlier was just an accident!"

A sharp pain shot through my chest, spreading quickly throughout my entire body. I held back the tears in my eyes and looked at him.

"Michael, what does a four-year-old really know? Do you honestly think he could run up on stage and say those things without someone teaching him to?"

Michael remained silent. He wasn't stupid. He couldn't possibly miss that this was one of Lisa's schemes.

But even so, he still chose to protect his sister-in-law without hesitation, rather than me, the woman who was about to walk down the aisle with him.

So no matter how reluctant I was or how much pain I felt, I wouldn't swallow my pride and continue with this wedding. "Michael, let's break up."

Michael's eyes widened instantly. His face was filled with shock as he stared at me.

"Sarah, do you know what you're saying? I already explained everything to you. Danny's still young. I don't want him to realize that he doesn't have a father, so I let him call me 'Daddy.'

"But Lisa and I are completely innocent. There's nothing going on between us. Why are you still harping on this? You were never this unreasonable before!"

His expression turned frighteningly dark as he continued, "Besides, we've been together for five years. We've been through so many hardships together and shared countless beautiful memories."

His voice dropped lower, and he stole a glance at my stomach. He whispered, "What's more, you're carrying my child. How can we break up?"

I was indeed carrying his child, but on the very day I went to the hospital alone for prenatal care, he was with his sister-in-law and nephew instead.

Meanwhile, Lisa stood to the side holding Danny Thompson. She was gently wiping away her tears.

"Michael, don't be upset. It's all my fault for not watching Danny properly and letting Sarah get upset.

"But Sarah, you know that everyone present at your and Michael's wedding today is a prominent figure in the business world. Even if you're angry, you can't embarrass Michael in front of so many people!"

Lisa's words made Michael's anger flare even more. He looked at me with a dark expression.

Seeing that I had no intention of changing my mind, he still kept his voice low as he said, "Sarah, I know you're upset right now, but we can't let all these people see our family become a laughingstock.

"Go back and calm down. I'll explain the situation to them, and Lisa will help complete the ceremony properly for you. Stop making a scene."

He sighed slightly, took my hand, and patted it. "Sarah, you're the woman I want to marry. We're definitely going to get married."

Lisa smoothly linked her arm through Michael's. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and there was a mocking glint in her eyes. They continued toasting and thanking the guests as if nothing had happened, as though what had just occurred was merely an insignificant little episode.

I looked around the venue, taking in the wedding scene I had carefully planned, then looked at the groom, who was supposed to join hands with me for life. I lowered my eyes, gently touched my stomach, then turned and left the hall.

My best friend Emma Hartwell spotted me in the hotel garden. Her steps halted abruptly, then she quickly walked to my side and asked, "Why are you out here? Do you need the wedding rings?"

Emma was busy running her own design studio and had a lot on her plate, so I asked her to keep our rings safe for me. She looked at me with worry written all over her face.

I shook my head. "There's no need to bring them. Just come back to my room with me."

On the way back to my room, I told her what had happened. After hearing everything, she turned red with anger and immediately wanted to storm back to the hall to give Michael a piece of her mind.

I stopped her. After all, we had been in love for five years. Even if we were breaking up, I didn't want things to get too ugly.

Emma looked at me with heartbreak in her eyes, cursing angrily, "When Michael proposed to you, he promised he would love and protect you for life and that you'd grow old together.

"But now? He's protecting someone else and letting you suffer instead. He's absolutely worthless!"

A dense, throbbing pain spread through my chest, making me feel so awful I couldn't speak. Five years ago, when my parents were still alive, Michael and I fell in love. Later, he took over the family business and became the company's leader.

He immediately proposed to me, saying, "Sarah, thank you for staying by my side during my difficult times. Will you marry me? I'll definitely give you the best life possible."

That night, I was filled with joy as we held each other tightly. But now, wearing my exquisite wedding dress with his child in my belly, I could only leave our wedding venue on our wedding day. All the while, I carried a heart full of regret.

The sweet, warm memories of our time together kept surfacing in my mind, making my heart ache terribly. But no matter what, I knew in my heart that he and I could never go back to how things used to be.

Tomorrow, I planned to go to the hospital to terminate this pregnancy.

That night, I lay quietly in bed, feeling the faint movements in my belly. I was trying to fall asleep so I could treasure this last night with my child. In my half-asleep state, my slightly swollen legs suddenly felt relieved, as if someone was massaging them.

I struggled to open my drowsy eyes. That's when I saw Michael. He smelled of alcohol, and he was kneeling beside the bed, gently massaging my legs just like he used to.

Seeing that I was awake, he stood up and moved in front of me. He brushed the stray hair from my face and leaned close to my ear to apologize. "Sarah, I'm sorry.

"It's all my fault. I didn't make sure someone watched Danny properly at our wedding today, and that caused such chaos. To prevent those wealthy guests at our wedding from seeing our family become a laughingstock, I even let Lisa complete the ceremony in your place to cover things up.

"I know what I did was wrong... I'm sorry."

Michael continued, "I also know you were really looking forward to this wedding and put so much energy and effort into making it perfect. Don't be too heartbroken. I'll make it up to you with an even grander wedding later, okay?"

I remained silent, and my face was expressionless. He seemed very panicked.

"Are you still angry about Lisa? But she's my sister-in-law after all. Before my brother died, he asked me to take care of his widow and child. As his older brother, I can't just abandon them, can I?

"Sarah, you're still pregnant. Don't get too worked up, or it might affect our child, okay?"

Whether he genuinely wanted to care for his sister-in-law for his brother's sake, or if he wanted to care for his sister-in-law and her child for his own reasons, I no longer wanted to know.

His priorities were crystal clear. What the truth was no longer mattered to me.

The corners of my mouth turned up slightly in a bitter smile. "You actually remember that we're having a child."

"Why would you say that? How could I forget about you and the baby?"

He pulled an intricately designed gemstone bracelet from his pocket and gently placed it in my palm.

"Look, I had this bracelet specially designed earlier. I rushed to pick it up right after the wedding ceremony ended. The small gemstone in the middle is for our child, and the two separate ones on the outside belong to each of us.

"This bracelet represents our family of three. Do you like it? Sarah, you and our child are what I care about most in this life."

He had always been good at cheering people up, and he was indeed very thoughtful about the child.

He specially hired a doctor to give me prenatal checkups, asked about my condition every day when he came home, and spent a lot of money hiring a chef to make nutritious meals for me. Aside from not having time to accompany me during most of my pregnancy, he did everything else perfectly.

I was aware of the care he showed me, but I could feel even more clearly that his concern for his sister-in-law far exceeded his concern for me.

I remained calm as I asked, "What do you think about the breakup?"

Michael's expression darkened immediately. "Why are you still bringing this up? I already explained everything and gave you a gift to apologize. Can't you stop being upset with me over such a small matter?"

I gave a noncommittal hum. Seeing that I wasn't swayed, his voice grew increasingly angry.

"Sarah Mitchell, I've been good enough to you. Stop testing my patience. Besides, you're pregnant right now. Who else could you marry if you break up with me?

"Even if you don't care about yourself, you should think about the child. Do you want our baby to be born without a father?"

Just as he finished speaking, urgent knocking came from outside the room.

Michael told whoever it was to come in, and the family's housekeeper hurried in, whispering in his ear, "Mr. Thompson, Ms. Jenner says Danny isn't feeling well. Could you go check on him?"

Michael immediately looked at me, knowing I had heard what the housekeeper said. He explained with some urgency in his voice, "Danny has always been frail. He got scolded harshly by Lisa today because of what happened at the wedding.

"I need to go check on him in case something's wrong. I'll let you calm down first."

After saying this, he hurriedly turned and left quickly. He did not spare me a second glance. Perhaps he was afraid I'd bring up the breakup again, or maybe he was genuinely worried about his nephew's condition.

After Michael left, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I got up to start packing my luggage. Before I could begin, I received a message.

It was from Lisa.

"Even though you're going to marry Michael, I'm still the one he cares about most, along with Danny."