Bridesmaid in My Own Love StoryChapter 1
After ten years of love, my boyfriend—now honorably discharged from the military—had finally returned to marry me. But while going through his old phone, I stumbled upon 512 gigabytes of messages filled with longing for someone else.
Even though she had blocked him, the red exclamation marks didn’t stop him from sending long letters and love confession videos to her.
With a bitter heart, I headed to the hospital to collect my premarital checkup report, only to see him down on one knee, holding a ring and proposing:
“Zolenn, I gave up my dreams for you. All I ask is that you keep the child! If you agree, we can go get our marriage certificate right now!”
His desperate pleas, filled with deep affection, made me tear up both the premarital and pregnancy test reports right then and there.
Since he wanted to give another woman and her child a home, I decided I didn’t want to be a part of that picture anymore.
After I miscarried and fled from our engagement, he abandoned the love of his life—Zolenn Smith—and her child. He went mad trying to find me.
And now, in the bustling hospital lobby, Yzail, who had always hated being the center of attention, had already been kneeling for ten minutes. His tall, upright frame was a reflection of his resolve to marry.
The ring in his hand was exactly what I had imagined in all those dreams of proposals.
“Zolenn, please keep the child and marry me. Will you?” he begged.
Zolenn gently touched her stomach with her right hand and extended her left hand toward him.
The ring, the one I had long admired, was now on her finger.
They embraced and kissed passionately while the cheers and whistles from onlookers cut through my heart like a knife.
I ripped up my premarital checkup and pregnancy test reports and turned away.
Three years ago, Yzail said that an out-of-wedlock pregnancy would damage his career, and so he abandoned our first child.
When he returned to the military, I went through the surgery alone, stayed in the hospital alone, and grieved alone.
The child had left three years ago, and my love for him had died three years ago, too.
He never paused for a moment for my child, but for Zolenn and hers, he gave up on his lifelong dream.
Me and my child? We were nothing but a joke. The child in my womb now felt like an even crueler one.