My Husband's First Love Claims to be Pregnant with His Child

The wedding was halfway through as my boyfriend, Xavier Wilson, told me that his first love, Sandra Fisher, was pregnant with his child!

"Bella, you're great in every way except for not being able to have children."

He announced the breakup on the spot, and until the child could call him dad, Xavier taunted me on his Facebook.

That night, I sent out his infertility test report with the caption: [A medical miracle.]

The next second, an urgent phone call rang out.

With a cold and restrained demeanor, the male model raised an eyebrow, using his unsatisfied husky voice, "Do you still have the energy?"

At the wedding, I tightened my grip on the wine glass and pretended to be calm as I asked, "Did Sandra get pregnant with your child?"

As Xavier first heard the news, his face was full of surprise, without a trace of guilt for betraying me.

He hugged me excitedly and said, "Bella, you know how much I want to be a father!"

I remained silent, and my voice gradually lowered. "Oh."

The wedding was already halfway through as he told me that Sandra was pregnant with his child, and he excitedly shared this "good news" with me.

What? Did I still have to bless him?

Unable to hide my disappointment, I looked at Xavier I had loved for three years, clenching my fists tightly, making a cracking sound.

Because I couldn't conceive, he had been childfree for three years.

However, on our wedding day, he reneged and brought me back to reality.

At this moment, I was wearing a white wedding dress, holding flowers in my hands, and watching him put the diamond ring that he didn't have time to give to me back into his trouser pocket.

Xavier ecstatically snatched the microphone from the emcee, announcing in front of everyone's eyes and unilaterally declaring our breakup.

The hall was packed with guests, but I felt like a clown, standing numbly on the stage, unable to utter a word.

The whole audience was silent for a few seconds.

Later, my father, Patrick Moore, smashed his wine glass towards Xavier, who was attempting to leave, and my brother, Ryan Moore, prepared to confront him physically.

They wrestled with each other, and I pressed my lips again and again, feeling very confused.

He yelled at me, "Bella, you are so selfish! You can't have children, so you want me to be childless, too. Isn't that too much?"

His mother, Donna Wilson, was very excited and scolded me in a harsh voice for being shameless.

"Bella, the Wilson family can not do without an heir. You can't conceive, yet you want to marry my son. You are absolutely disgusting and malicious!"

Seeing their ugly demeanor, I no longer wished to continue.

The scene was in chaos, and a fight between the two groups was about to break out.

I smashed the wine glass in my hand with all my strength, and the wine glass tower that formed a high triangle collapsed instantly. The huge shattering sound temporarily stopped this farce.

Then, my trembling voice came through the microphone and spread to every corner. "Let him go!"

"Bella!"

"Bella!"

I tilted my head back to prevent tears from falling and gave them a soothing gesture from afar.

I calmed myself down, gazed at Xavier, and noticed that he hurriedly made his way to the door without even looking back.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, I suddenly spoke.

"Xavier, think it through. If you step out of this door today, we will be done with each other from now on, and we owe nothing to each other."

He paused only for a moment.

Then, Xavier reached out and took off the ring and threw it on the ground carelessly.

"Bella, remember to return the engagement gifts to me."

Finishing saying this, he turned around and left without looking back.

I smiled, allowing my serious expression to be replaced once again with a cheerful demeanor.

I thought, "When should I tell him that it is he who is truly infertile, which would be the most fatal?"