My Fiancé Is A… Dad?

I filed to leave Doctors Without Borders a year in advance, just so I could return home, keep my promise, and marry Dennis McMillan.

But by the time I got back, Dennis was already a father.

I overheard him telling the housekeeper, "Let Anna stay abroad a little longer. Best if she doesn't come back at all. If she finds out I have a son now, she'll definitely cause a scene."

It was only then that I understood—he had deceived me.

Three years ago, he said to me, "Go spend three years with Doctors Without Borders. Toughen yourself up. Once you are more mature, you'll be ready to be my wife."

And I was mature now. I wasn't the same girl who used to break down in tears whenever something went wrong.

My tastes had changed too. And now, I wasn't interested in someone like him anymore.

When I came home with the gift I'd carefully picked out for Dennis McMillan, the house was empty. No one was there—just a table covered in fresh flowers.

From the garden, bursts of laughter and cheer drifted in. I followed the sound, step by step.

"Dennis, you're so lucky—your son's so handsome, and your wife's beautiful too."

A man's teasing voice rang out from not far ahead.

I froze. My whole body tensed. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

I walked a little further and saw Dennis cradling a baby in his arms. A petite woman clung to his arm.

"Yeah," he said. "I really am lucky. And it's all down to Scarlett."

He looked at her like there was no one else in the world, brushing her hair with tender fingers.

The woman covered her mouth and laughed, eyes bright with happiness.

They looked like the perfect family of three—something out of a picture, too beautiful to touch.

I stood frozen, hidden in the shadows like a mouse, watching them.

Behind them, a banner hung on the garden wall.

[Eugene's One-Month Celebration]

Eugene…

Once, I had clung to Dennis's arm, pouting playfully. "Dennis, one day I want to have a son with you, and name him Eugene."

He asked why.

I'd smiled brightly and said, "I believe Eugene is a lucky name!"

And now, he had a son with someone else—and he'd named him Eugene.

"By the way, Dennis," someone said, "Isn't Anna coming back soon? Aren't you worried she'll make a scene when she finds out you've become a dad?"

Dennis gently stroked the baby's cheek.

"I'd almost forgotten if you hadn't reminded me."

Then he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Have Anna stay abroad a little longer," he said. "It's better if she doesn't come back. If she finds out I have a son, she'll definitely make a fuss."

My breath caught. I took a step back, heart twisting.

Joining Doctors Without Borders had been Dennis's idea.

Three years ago, he told me I was too emotional. I cried over everything. I'd throw a fit whenever