He Ditched Me for Fake Money, I Married the Real Deal

On our wedding, my boyfriend of five years, Lucas Hunter, is in the middle of sliding the wedding ring onto my finger when a little boy rushes up to him and hugs his leg.

"Daddy, please don't ditch me and Mommy!"

At that moment, his first love, Isabella Welch, walks over and shows the paternity test report in front of all the guests.

"On the night Lucas and I broke up six years ago, I was already pregnant with his child."

Lucas' expression changes drastically. He subconsciously glances at me afterward.

"I didn't know about this, Vivian!"

"Well, you do now," Isabella cuts him off. "By the way, not only am I your son's biological mother, but I'm also the sole daughter of the richest woman in Andaysia."

She then shows Lucas something on her phone. The next moment, his gaze becomes passionate immediately.

"I've given up on my marriage alliance just to seek you out, Lucas. I am the woman you should be marrying instead of that…" Isabella eyes me up and down. "Instead of that regular corporate slave."

Lucas stays silent only for a moment before retracting the ring that has touched my fingertip. Then, he slides it onto Isabella's finger.

I can't believe it. Is this really the man I've loved for the past five years?"

"Have you thought this through, Lucas?"

Lucas leans in to murmur into my ear, "Vivian, once I've secured the major project in the company with Isabella's help and get custody over my son, I'll give you an even grander wedding."

I just chuckle icily in return before leaving the altar without even sparing him a glance. After that, I call Alexander Shaw, an admirer who has loved me for ten years, on the phone.

"Are you busy? If not, come here and marry me."

Then, I turn back to look at the new couple, who are in the middle of making their vows.

Isabelle calls herself the daughter of the richest woman in Andaysia, she says. But how is it possible for me to not know that my mom has swapped me out for another daughter?

I could hear Alexander Shaw's loud laughter from the other end of the line.

"Now? My little princess, don't you think you're taking it a little too far, only informing the groom that you're marrying him on the wedding day itself?"

"Just forget it, then," I said, pretending that I was about to hang up.

"I'll be there!" he said, his tone suddenly becoming serious. "I've been waiting for you for 10 years, Vivian Montero, and you've finally come to your senses now. Wait for me. I'm coming back to the country now."

I sighed in relief. Just after I'd booked the next ceremony slot with the wedding officiator, I suddenly heard familiar voices behind me.

"Vivian."

I looked behind me and saw Lucas Hunter, my fiance, carrying a boy in his arms with Isabella Welch's hand looped around his arm. The boy was Isabella's