Marrying Another Woman After My Fiancee's Affair

At our engagement party, my sister said she saw my fiancee at the hospital for a prenatal checkup.

Inga Lane looked at me nervously, then smiled and handed the test results to our parents. “I’m one month pregnant.”

Both families were over the moon. I was the only one who could not smile.

After everyone left, Inga said, “I’m sorry. I’m pregnant. I was drunk that night. The baby is Xion’s.”

I clenched my fists and tried to stay calm. “Then, why did you come to the engagement today?”

She leaned toward me and said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to marry Xion. He has cancer. He doesn’t have much time left.

“We grew up together. He’s the only child in his family. I just wanted to give him a child to carry on his family line.”

I coldly pushed Inga away. My voice was low and rough. I was trying not to choke on my words. “So… you cheated on me, and now, you want me to raise someone else’s kid?”

She said hurriedly, “It’s not like that. Let’s get married after I give birth, okay? I’ll leave the baby with Xion’s parents. It won’t affect our lives.”

I let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “But both of our families know you’re pregnant. Everyone thinks the baby is mine. Inga, do you want everyone to laugh at me?”

Inga frowned. “That’s not what I meant. Your sister saw me at the hospital. She works there. Even if I didn’t say anything, she would’ve found out.

“I already figured it out. After a while, I’ll tell our parents I lost the baby. They’ll never know the truth.

“I’ll stay at Xion’s while I’m pregnant. After I have the baby, we’ll get married and be happy again, just like before, okay?”

Inga only meant for me to know, but she did not expect my sister to see her at the hospital.

I gave her a bitter smile and said, “Perfect. Your life runs just like a plan. You’ve got every step mapped out.”

Did she ever stop to think about how I felt?

Who could ever agree to marry someone who was carrying another man’s child?

When Inga saw me smile, she seemed to relax. She kissed me on the forehead. “Babe, thank you for understanding.

“Let’s move the wedding to six months from now. The baby’s due at the end of the year. We’ll get married after I recover.”

I felt like I had been hit in the chest. My throat tightened. I had a hundred cruel things to say, but nothing came out.

I walked out of the restaurant with Inga in a daze. She waved cheerfully at a Volkswagen parked outside. It turned out she had already asked Xion Zeller to pick her up.

Inga told me Xion had cancer and did not have long to live.

But Xion looked energetic. He was nothing like a sick person.

Inga got into the front passenger seat like she had