My life was utterly upended by an unforeseen event on the day of my wedding.
My ex-wife came to give me a congrats. with a clearly visible pregnancy, and my new wife’s query revealed a reality I never would have thought possible.
I was regarded as one of my group’s smartest and most handsome students during my education. I was attracted to a lot of girls, but my sole priorities were my academics and part-time employment. I had to work every night to pay for my university tuition because my family was unable to provide for me. Love was not a top concern.
One of my classmates that followed me about was Van, who was considerate and friendly. She frequently bought me clothes, brought me food, and even paid my tuition multiple times in an effort to become closer to me.
I allowed myself to get drawn into a relationship out of gratitude—or rather, guilt—even though I didn’t really love her.
I planned to remain in the city to look for work after I graduated. Van, whose family had more money, proposed to me, saying her parents would assist me land a good job. I agreed because I believed that was the greatest way to create a steady existence.
However, once we moved in together, I came to the realization that I didn’t feel the same way she did. Actually, I felt uneasy about any form of intimacy with her.
Despite never having a child, we shared a home for three years. Van frequently recommended that I get checked out by a doctor, but I obstinately refused, believing that nothing was amiss. I didn’t need her family or this unhappy marriage once my work eventually settled.
She gradually became weary of my aloofness and coldness. We were both set free when she finally signed the divorce papers.
I had been secretly in love with a business partner for a long time, and we rapidly became romantically involved. We made the decision to tie the knot a year later.
Clearly, I didn’t invite Van. Nevertheless, she attended the event in spite of everyone’s expectations.
The fact that she was obviously pregnant when she entered the room added to the shock. Talks ceased suddenly. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
She approached us and spoke in a shaky voice:
I wouldn’t have squandered my years on a man who used my generosity and never showed me affection if I could go back in time. My marriage to you is my greatest regret.
As she turned to leave, my new wife, who was watching the situation with unexpected composure, asked her:
“And who is the father of the child you are carrying?”
My life was destroyed by Van’s response.
The question from my new wife hit me like a ton of bricks.
This child could not be mine because Van and I had been apart for more than a year.
So why hadn’t she become pregnant in our three years of marriage?
Was I the issue? Is that why there was never a child?
Van turned around and gave a clear response before anyone else could say anything:
We tried to conceive for three years. He never consented to take a test. He blamed me each time it didn’t work, as though I was to blame for everything. However, my outcomes were consistently typical. I met someone after the divorce, and on our first night together, I became pregnant.
The bouquet literally fell out of my fiancée’s hands as a result of her statements.
I was so exhausted and stood motionless.
I made an effort to reassure my fiancée after Van left, telling her to carry on with the ceremony and not let any of this affect her.
However, she moved aside and uttered the following with icy coldness:
“Until you take a fertility test, I won’t marry you. For nothing, my brother and his spouse fought for a child for nine years. They suffered, spent a fortune, and eventually got divorced. I wish to avoid experiencing the same catastrophe again.
Every unsuccessful marriage devalues a woman. I won’t be married to a man who can’t be a parent in my first marriage.
She was not to blame.
I also couldn’t hold Van responsible.
I was responsible for everything that was occurring to me.
My existence had been based on self-interest, evasion, and manipulation.
It was my turn to suffer because I had harmed the woman who had assisted me without considering the consequences.
If only I had been more respectful to Van.
Today, I wouldn’t be in this embarrassing situation.
