Fiancé Chooses Another for Child

From college campuses to wedding vows, Kashton Gonzales and I had agreed to remain child-free after marriage. But on the eve of our wedding, I found him at a clinic reversing his vasectomy.

His friend nudged him. "Kashton, are you seriously planning to have a child with Keily? Nina Gray is your fiancée; it's just not right."

Kashton sighed, defeated. "It's not entirely my fault. I wanted a child, but she insists on just the two of us forever."

"It's just a kid, right? If she doesn't want one, I'll find someone else to have a child with. My heart's with her, but I'll do what I want with my body."

With that, he wrapped his arm around Keily and went into a dimly lit room. Meanwhile, I stood outside, crying in the pouring rain.

Just then, my parents called. "Weston Gray has come with his family's heirloom, asking for your hand in marriage!"

I wiped my tears and said, "I'm willing to marry."

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As I arrived at the store to work, I noticed Kashton's car parked outside our baby boutique. My sister and I had started this store together, and I personally designed each piece of clothing, selecting the softest fabrics through countless market trips. Now, these clothes, crafted by me, were being showcased by someone else.

Keily's slender fingers held a baby outfit, and Kashton was utterly entranced, cradling her hand in his and giving a gentle kiss. "Keily, you're stunning from head to toe. Even your fingers are elegant. Our child will surely be as gorgeous as you."

Despite my employees being present, the two of them flirted openly. At the door, my eyes filled with tears, struggling to breathe.

"Nina, the little outfit you designed for Ocean is ready. Would you like to take a look?" a staff member called out loudly, as if to alert the two inside.

I focused on where they stood, nodding numbly.

Kashton appeared at the door, masking his anxiety with feigned surprise. "Nina, why didn’t you let me know you were coming? I was planning to surprise you by bringing it home."

His flawless performance chilled me. In a blink, Keily, who was just there, had disappeared. I asked to see the outfit I’d designed.

They brought it out for me. A moment ago, this little outfit was ready to be delivered to Keily.

I ran a hand over the buttons on the outfit, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. It looked like my design, but the material was entirely different, and even the buttons weren't fastened the way I intended.

Since my sister and niece's tragic passing, I've designed an outfit for my niece on every significant occasion. With my wedding just a month away, I'd naturally made a little dress for Ocean.

Did Kashton truly think I was blind after all these years? Or did he believe I was as dispensable as this outfit, not worth any real attention?

Seeing me distracted, Kashton immediately pulled me into his