My Ex-Husband Watched Me Marry My Childhood Sweetheart

“Bang!”

My eyes shrank. Before I could stop it, I could only watch as the cake made by a top pastry chef over three days and nights was smashed apart by him.

The mood at the party changed at once. My head rang, and blood rushed up.

Without thinking, I ran forward and shoved the child away.

“Get out, who lets you come in!”

Miguel cried loudly, the sound sharp and hard.

“Sorry… sorry…”

Ariella quickly rushed over, her face in a panic and hurt, “I just want to come give you my blessing and bring the child to see things, I really don’t expect it to turn out like this…”

Her voice shook, and her eyes turned red fast.

Lorenzo hurried over, his face full of worry.

“Lorenzo.” I looked straight at him, my voice cold and tight.

“Do I say today’s party is very important to me?”

“Do I say random people aren’t allowed to come in and mess up the place?!”

After I said those words, the area went completely quiet.

Ariella’s face turned pale at once.

She clearly didn’t expect me to say such harsh words in front of so many people.

“It’s my fault…” her voice broke.

“I don’t know if you don’t welcome me… if I know earlier, I don’t come…”

As she spoke, as if she felt deeply hurt, she stepped back and hid behind Lorenzo.

The people around had already started whispering.

Their eyes moved between us, clearly watching the scene with interest.

I only felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Lorenzo had already bent down, lifted Miguel, and gently comforted him.

“It’s okay, don’t cry, tell me, did you fall?”

Miguel cried softly and shook his head, his eyes wet, just like Ariella.

After making sure the child was fine, Lorenzo’s face slowly darkened.

He looked up at me, his eyes cold and unfamiliar.

“Vienne, I think you’ve been more reasonable these days.”

“I don’t expect you’re still the same as before, making a scene for no reason, losing your temper at any moment!”

“I kindly brought my sister-in-law and nephew to the gathering, and I’m wrong? And what do you mean by messy people?”

“When you say this, how do you expect others to see me? If this spreads, they’ll think I treat my widowed sister-in-law unfairly.”

As he spoke, with slight frustration.

“When do you become so self-centered? You can’t even accept a child, and you even push him?!”

I was so angry that I laughed.

Even though I clearly said Ariella and her child weren’t allowed to show up, Lorenzo still brought them and ruined everything.

In the end, I was the selfish one.

I lifted my head and looked at Lorenzo, my voice slowly turning cold.

“Lorenzo, you let someone else’s child ruin the baby’s welcome party, and you call that selfless?”

His face darkened right away.

He clearly didn’t expect that I would say this in front of so many people and not save his pride.

“Vienne!” Lorenzo’s voice rose at once.

“Don’t I bring Miguel here to make things lively for the baby? You really don’t know how to value kindness!”

After he spoke, as if he didn’t want to argue anymore, he reached out, pulled Ariella close by the shoulder, held her in his arms, and turned to leave.

I stayed where I was and took a deep breath.

My chest felt tight and painful.

But I still turned back, forced a smile again, and said sorry as I saw the guests out one by one.

When the last guest left, the hall became completely empty. I slowly raised my hand and softly held my belly.

“Sorry, baby, mommy can’t give you a perfect welcome party.”

My heart felt heavy. I turned and walked upstairs, going to the glass flower room on the fifteenth floor, hoping to settle myself.

There was a small room inside, a little place I had prepared for the child. The key had always stayed only with Lorenzo and me.

But when I reached the door, a bit of unease rose in my heart.

Because the door stood open.

When I saw inside clearly, my whole body froze where I stood.

Everything that once filled the room was gone!

Only a mess stayed on the floor.

The Barbie dolls were cut into pieces, the cloth dolls were torn apart, and all those toys for girls lay on the ground like thrown trash.

And those toys meant for boys, not one was left.

I didn’t have to guess to know who did this.

Sure enough, when I opened Ariella’s social page, I saw her silly son holding the toys I had prepared for the baby, smiling happily.

The caption said: “Thank you, Godfather, for getting these gifts. Miguel likes them so much!”

I bit my teeth hard, my chest hurting so much I could barely breathe.

If these things were just casually bought, it would’ve been fine, but they weren’t.

These were all limited-edition gifts I had gathered little by little over these eight months for the baby!

I looked through information, asked doctors, chose materials, and considered safety one by one. Since I didn’t know if the baby was a boy or a girl, I prepared everything I thought the child might like;

From one year old to eighteen years old, what to play with and what to use, I had already sorted and bought ahead.

Some were made by me on order, some were fixed, cleaned, and kept by me myself.

I had slowly filled this room bit by bit.

I had even prepared everything for her up to eighteen years old.

But now nothing was left!

Everything was taken by Lorenzo and given to the mistress’s child!!

My throat tightened, and it became hard to breathe.

I lost control, held my belly, turned, and rushed downstairs.

At the office entrance on the fourteenth floor, just as I reached the hallway, I was stopped.

Miguel stood there, holding my Transformer toy, his eyes showing some malice.

“Bad woman!” he shouted at me, “Go die! You’re not allowed to bother my dad and mom while playing!”

As he spoke, he lifted the toy in his hand and threw it at me.