On the wedding day, my best friend Ms. Fallon was caught red-handed having passionate car sex with my fiancé.
Far from being ashamed, they claimed true love conquers all.
Disheartened, I decided to study abroad.
My childhood sweetheart Ivor spent a fortune to stop the plane, got down on one knee to propose, saying he had secretly loved me for years.
Touched, I married him.
He had weak sperm, and I went through hell before finally succeeding with IVF.
Eight months pregnant, I accidentally overheard his conversation with the doctor.
"Mr. Gevano, the baby is developing well. The due date is in two weeks."
"But I don't understand. Your wife is your lawful spouse. Why did you swap the fertilized egg with one from you and Ms. Fallon?"
Ivor scoffed.
"Jaxon is just a trust fund brat who only knows how to spend money. He'll blow through the family fortune sooner or later."
"This way, Fallon's child can legally inherit all my assets, ensuring she'll be set for life!"
So the love child I had been anticipating was just a bargaining chip to secure Ms. Fallon's future.
If that's how it is, I might as well leave.