When My Boyfriend's Wife Got Pregnant, I Stepped Down

1

On May 20th, my engagement party with Mark was held as scheduled.

But the main character was absent.

I walked to a quiet corner, ready to call him and ask why he was missing. Just then, a strange woman snatched my phone and threw it to the ground.

I frowned, looking at her bulging belly, and suppressed my anger as I muttered under my breath.

"Miss, are you out of your mind?"

Seeing me shout at her, the woman burst into tears without warning. Sobbing uncontrollably, she rushed towards me and knelt down with a thud, grabbing my dress and wailing with snot and tears.

"Jessica, please don't marry Mark. My baby needs a father!"

Sister Jessica?

sister?

I gasped, looking at her tear-streaked, blotchy face, and tried hard to remember who she was.

"Jessica, why are you standing here? Who is this?"

Mark's mother called my nickname in an affectionate tone, but her expression changed when she saw the woman kneeling on the ground.

"Why are you here?"

The moment she spoke, I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

Realizing she had misspoken, she glared at the woman on the ground with regret, pulling me away in a rush.

The woman, seeing us about to leave, immediately got up and shoved me aside, her tear-streaked face calling out "Mom" with every breath.

Mark's mother's face turned ashen as she glared at the woman, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.

At that moment, Mark's call came in, perfectly timed.

I picked up my phone, which had been thrown to the ground but was still intact.

I put it on speaker, and Mark's deep, magnetic voice filled the air.

"Honey, I love you so much. Please don't be mad. I've decided to kneel on durian for two hours tonight just to make you smile!"

Before I could respond, the woman rushed over, snatched my phone, and began whining to Mark on the other end of the line.

"Darling, you have to stand up for me. They're bad guys, all bullying me and the baby!"

I clapped my hands in mock appreciation for her performance.

"Mark, pause the engagement. Come here now—I think I need an explanation!"

2

I ditched my long gown and changed into a black casual outfit, afraid that bloodstains would ruin my clothes later.

Looking around for a weapon but finding none, I decided to grab a chair leg instead.

I weighed it in my hand and sighed. Too light—it wouldn't pack much of a punch.

I sat in a grand chair, legs crossed, swiping through TikTok videos.

Before Mark even showed up, I could hear his cries of innocence.

"Honey, I swear I don't know this woman. You've got to believe me! Don't blame the wrong person!"

"I'll give you a chance to explain. Start your performance."

I said, watching his brother step forward to defend him.

"Jessica, don't be mad. Emily is my girlfriend. We met while playing games. I borrowed Mark's ID to make a small account, and she mistook him for me, which is why she disrupted your engagement."

Ah, a true brother—one who would gladly wear the metaphorical green hat for you.

I looked at the three of them with growing interest, tapping the chair leg on the ground rhythmically.

I've never been one to tolerate any nonsense, and my temper has always been terrible.

I actually have to thank my sister's wedding for bringing me and Mark together.

It was last May Day, and I was her bridesmaid.

What I didn't expect was that I'd encounter the vile custom of wedding pranks.

I was sitting on the bed with my sister's friends, playing on my phone when a group of men barged into the bridal room, grabbing at us as soon as they came in.

I moved fast, but my sister's friend wasn't so lucky.

She was pushed onto the bed, and two men pinned her down, trying to undo her bra.

My temper flared. Could I just stand there and do nothing?

I kicked off my high heels, tore off the outer layer of my skirt, and with one swift move, knocked the men off their feet.

The crowd that was originally laughing and making noise suddenly fell silent.

I glared at the two men still holding down the bridesmaid, raised my high heels with a fake smile, pointed at them and counted down.

"I'll count to three. If anyone still lies on top of her, I'll punch a hole in your head! One! Two!"

Before I counted three, the two men quickly stood up. One adjusted his suit a little, and the other took off his pants.

The people around began to gossip.

The man who took off his pants was so angry that he wanted to come forward and pull me away. I threw him to the ground over my shoulder and looked around.

"Who else wants to compete with me?"

Mark was shocked by my handsomeness and clapped his hands foolishly.

I raised my eyebrows at him, then pointed at the "heavy casualties" of the groomsmen.

"Can we properly welcome the bride now?"

The men stood in a row respectfully, the atmosphere unexpectedly harmonious.

When having dinner that night, we were seated together by coincidence.

He sat next to me, glancing at me from time to time, and then looking away when I looked at him.

I was full, playing with my phone, and Mark's mother looked at me with a smile.

"I remember you and my son Mark are in the same university! Why don't you two add each other on Twitter so you can get to know each other more often."

No one knows a child better than his mother!

I saw Mark giving his mother a thumbs up.

I reluctantly showed the code and added Mark's Twitter.

Mark pursued me for three months. After considering every aspect of him, I finally agreed to become his girlfriend.

To give him a surprise, I appeared in front of him at midnight on May 20 and confessed my feelings to him first.

So moved, he hugged me and said excitedly.

"Jessica, I love you. If I leave you, I will die!"

I buried my head in his arms and put my arms around his waist.

"I hope you can keep your promise."