Fiancé Chooses Another for Child

I chuckled dryly to myself; Keily was well along in her pregnancy, ready to cater to all his desires, and he couldn’t wait to be with her. After wrapping up my work, I intended to head home for some rest.

Kashton offered to drive me home, and I didn't turn him down. But before we even made it to the door, his phone rang. The screen tilted just enough for me to catch a glimpse of an attractive woman's glamorous photo. He quickly turned off the screen, trying to look innocent as he mumbled some flimsy excuse before rushing off.

So eager, he couldn’t spare ten minutes to drop me off. I accepted his excuse with a composed expression, but my eyes automatically followed him as he walked away. Once, I loved him with all my heart, but now watching his retreating back shattered my soul into pieces.

In my heart, I had already resolved to let him go, yet my feet instinctively moved in the direction he left. Soon, Kashton's car pulled up in front of the cottage next to mine. The small cottage's balcony was adorned with red roses, its railings wrapped in crimson velvet, every corner exuding the charm of newlywed bliss.

The dress I had bought for my own wedding night was now worn by her. They nestled together on the sofa, and Kashton gave her a tender kiss.

"Kashton, being your wife, even for just a few days, is the happiest thing in my life. But what if Nina finds out?" Keily's slender fingers traced his lips, teasing in her eyes.

"Keily, these past few days have made me so happy too. Now that we have a baby on the way, I'm even happier. In the future, we'll have five kids—three sons to protect you, and two daughters to go shopping with you."

Every word Kashton spoke cut through me. Their declarations of love were like daggers, carving into my soul, the pain radiating throughout my body.

I had once discussed not having kids with him, and he had held me close, speaking tenderly. "Nina, no kids if you don’t want them. I don’t really like kids either and wouldn’t want you to suffer through pregnancy."

Now, I swallowed the bitterness. If not for the tragic loss of my sister and niece, I wouldn't be heartbroken, choosing to be child-free. Kashton could have been honest with me. We were supposed to be partners, and I would have accepted him as he was, striving to be a good wife. But he chose to have children with someone else.

I returned home in a daze, curling up on the couch, surrounded by darkness.

The next morning, Kashton called. He apologized, claiming he'd stayed overnight at the office and couldn't be with me.

"Nina, I've packed all my work into the next month for our wedding, so things are hectic. I bought some groceries and will make breakfast for you soon."

I didn’t want to see him, but some things just needed to be addressed.

Kashton loved cooking for me, and every meal he plated was heart-shaped. He’d often say that meals could never be neglected, just as his affection for me couldn’t wane for a single moment.

In just ten minutes, he was home. The grocery bag was filled with carrots and vegetables they had bought together just yesterday. He didn't even spare the time to shop for groceries separately.

He already spent the whole day with her, and even the twenty minutes for grocery shopping came from my time.

At the table, Kashton sat beside me as usual, placing my favorite food on my plate with care. I intended to pick some herbs from the balcony—Kashton knew I liked a sprinkle of them on everything.

But the pots were empty, and the housekeeper looked uneasy. She mumbled something about how the herbs were used in a dish Kashton had made—and sent next door.

Without the herbs, the pasta tasted bland, just like my mood. I felt suffocated and hurried to the bathroom.