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?"

He and Sandra got their marriage licenses quickly.

It was as if Xavier was afraid that if he delayed for even a second, I would come back and snatch him away.

He posted the marriage licenses on Facebook and felt very happy.

I lowered my gaze, concealing all emotions, and buried my face in my plate, hastily stuffing food into my mouth.

Xavier postponed getting marriage licenses with me and prioritized having the wedding ceremony first. It turned out he was paving the way for Sandra.

Patrick handed me a cup of water with concern. "Bella, eat slowly."

"I can't."

My tears were about to fall.

Ryan comforted me and said, "Bella, don't be sad. I'll arrange for you to have many male models someday. Apart from spending your money, anyone of them is better than that bastard!"

I felt even sadder as he said that.

Not only was Xavier not as good as male models in any way, he also spent my money.

During my period of being bedridden due to a broken bone, he took care of me with utmost care for six months, which made me develop some feelings for him.

The next second, Xavier called me.

Expressionless, I reached for my phone and dismissed the incoming call, continuing to eat. Immediately, a notification popped up on WhatsApp, indicating three unread messages.

[Since we are not getting married, let's settle the bill.]

[We will not owe each other anything from now on.]

[At that time, I gave you the engagement gifts worth 66000 dollars.]

I had mixed emotions, and a faint sneer appeared on my face.

I sent him a message: [Anything else?]

He was silent for a moment.

[I bought you jewelry worth 50000 dollars.]

[I usually order a lot of takeout for you, which worth 8900 dollars.]

Later, I sent: [Are you done yet?]

After a long while, he replied slowly and reluctantly: [I won't dwell on the gifts I usually gave you, such as the fruits I bought to visit your parents, the sanitary pads I purchased for you, and even the expenses for staying in hotels. Let's consider those as my compensation towards you.]

Xavier felt quite proud of this.

It seemed that the beating he received today was not severe enough.

How come I didn't realize Xavier was such a mean guy before! Well, it turned out I was blind before.

I replied to him slowly: [Do you need me to pay you back for buying condoms?]

He hesitated for a while before sent: [Forget it, we are even now.]

Xavier thought his reply seemed quite generous.

We were even? I hadn't settled it with him yet!

I slammed my fork on the dining table and started typing frantically on my phone.

[My family paid 220000 dollars for the house renovation. You joined the nail salon yourself, but you didn't have enough funds, so you borrowed 100000 dollars from my family.]

[Also, after we got engaged, your mother was hospitalized with liver cirrhosis and couldn't get blood. I donated blood for three consecutive days and almost died on the spot. How are you going to compensate me for the loss?]

Donna had a rare blood type, so as Xavier found out that my blood type matched her blood, he knelt in front of me, crying and promising that if I could donate blood, he would marry me in this life!

The person who promised me with sweet words was him, and the person who accused me of being selfish and should not delay his ability to have children was also him.

The contrast between the things he used to say and what he said now was truly astounding.

After his arrogant demeanor while sending the message just now, he immediately seemed to weaken in spirit.

I was considering parting ways with Xavier, not wanting to bother each other, while still cherishing our past love.

However, he insisted on making things difficult for me by demanding that I return the engagement gifts to him.

It was a joke!

I would not return the engagement gifts to him!

He underestimated me because I just hadn't shown my strength yet.

I sent it with a question mark and found that I had been blocked.

I instantly grew furious, wondering if he was naive or simply foolish.

Did he really think he could evade accountability by blocking me as I have all these records?

Within a few days, I received a message about the wedding he and Sandra were hosting.

Alright! He dared to post to me. Xavier thought I didn't dare to go, but I insisted on going.

I dressed up for his wedding and prepared to give him an important and unforgettable gift.

I sat at the main table with aplomb and walked around the room to toast the guests. If they didn't know the detail, they would think Xavier and I were married again.

As he saw how rude and arrogant I was, he began to doubt his own judgment.

After all, when I was with him, the personality I displayed was deliberately trying to be closer to his ideal spouse.

I was gentle and virtuous.

Only when Xavier was absent could I return to my free and unrestrained self.

Sandra was wearing an exquisite wedding dress. She saw me shining in her own territory, and a hint of resentment flashed across her face.

She pretended to fiercely clench her fists, but in reality, she coquettishly pounded on Xavier's chest. "Honey, look at that woman. Why is she so vulgar and impolite?"

He sent the post to me on his own initiative. I didn't cause any trouble or attack them, so what could they do to me?

Sandra was so angry that she hooked Xavier's arm, walked over with a smile, and deliberately stuck to him as if showing off her trophy.

"Well, Bella, I'm sorry. I'll just borrow your husband for a while. You don't mind it, right?"

I smiled wickedly and glanced at her with a sneer.

"I don't mind. After all, the trash belongs in the trash can."

"You!" She was furious!

Then, Sandra raised her hand to slap me. "Are you arrogant?"

But I grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm easily, making her scream in pain.

Sandra wanted to curse me, but Xavier covered her mouth and whispered, "Don't mess with her, she's a black belt in Taekwondo."

Sandra glared at him, her eyes looking as if she wanted to gouge him out. Why didn't he say so earlier?

So, they stepped back and only dared to shout from 6.6 feet away from me.

"Don't be so proud. You are just my defeated opponent, a rude woman that no one wants."

I chuckled and rolled up my sleeves, pretending to go over and beat her. Then, Sandra was scared and immediately fled in panic.

If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant, I would have done more than just pinning her down on the table.

Xavier held her in his arms, treating her like his own precious treasure. He carefully helped Sandra move her wrist, fearing that there would be any mishap.

He cared about her deeply, and as a result, she was quite content. Sandra smiled triumphantly at me.

I took out my phone to check the messages.

[Bella, don't be sad. I have arranged a date with a top male model for you. He is 6.2 feet tall, strong, handsome, affectionate, and rich! I guarantee that you will forget Xavier as soon as you find a new man.]

I told Ryan to get lost!

It would be a lie to say I wasn't sad. I loved him for three years, not three days, but Xavier had never been so nice to me.

He was inherently promiscuous. Even if he changed spouses, his behavior would remain the same. Sandra may be the first, but she definitely would not be the last.

Besides, she was not a good person either.

I drank the coffee in my hand and looked at Ryan from a distance.

I chuckled sarcastically and casually lowered my head. Wasn't Xavier happiest about the fact that Sandra was pregnant with his child?

Well, I would let him see that how did she betray him.

As the wedding reached a critical moment, Xavier was confessing his love to Sandra affectionately, and she also responded in a high-profile manner.

"I only love Xavier and will never change in this life!"

As they kissed passionately, suddenly, the large screen behind them switched to the surveillance footage from three hours ago in her dressing room.

They saw Sandra hugging a strange man and kissing him madly on the bed!