The night Lincoln Parker confessed to his first love, Natalia Watson, I climbed into his bed. Afterward, I forced Lincoln to be with me by claiming I was pregnant. Since then, I moved into the Parker family mansion, but Lincoln never mentioned marriage. On my son Bennett Ramos’s fifth birthday, Lincoln suddenly asked me to meet him at the city hall entrance, specifically instructing me to wear his favorite wedding dress because he wanted to see it. When I arrived, he extended his hand to his friends behind him and spoke with ice-cold words. He said, “Each of you owes me ten thousand dollars. I told you she would definitely come wearing a wedding dress. After all, she’s been desperate to marry me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken advantage of me when I was drunk five years ago and then used our child to force me to compromise.” His friends called me a slut because I made them lose money. I remained silent, and Lincoln’s expression darkened. “I’m about to marry Natalia. Since you’re Bennett’s birth mother, after I get married, you can stay as our nanny.” His friends all agreed, saying I definitely wouldn’t want to leave him, and that I’d rather be the Parker family’s nanny for life than marry someone else. But later, after I got married to someone else, Lincoln didn’t want me to leave anymore. Now, Lincoln’s friends reluctantly took out their phones and transferred money to him. One of the men said, “Eliana Ramos, what’s wrong with you? After all these years, if Lincoln wanted to marry you, would he have waited until now?” Another man said, “Exactly. You’ve made me lose again and again. Why don’t you think about it properly?” That’s when I realized Lincoln had used me as a betting stake again today. The people losing money were all his friends who knew me. They knew that for these five years, although I had been with him, I was always just Bennett’s mother, not his wife. This allowed them to mock me without restraint, not caring about my feelings, because Lincoln didn’t care about me at all. I fought back tears, desperately trying to control my trembling body. Lincoln snorted coldly, “We were just joking. Did you take it seriously? Today is Bennett’s birthday. Go home and cook.” Then he turned to his friends and waved. “All of you come to my place tonight. I just bought a bottle of French wine. Today I’ll have her serve us.” His friends immediately forgot about losing money and began flattering Lincoln. I clutched my dress, stubbornly refusing to say a word. Seeing I didn’t move, Lincoln grew impatient. “Aren’t you leaving? You don’t actually think I’m going to marry you, do you? Natalia is back. We’re getting married soon. “She doesn’t mind you and Bennett being around. Since you’re Bennett’s birth mother, after we get married, you can stay as our nanny.” Natalia returned to the country last month, and Lincoln hosted a party for her at home. In front of everyone, he held Natalia’s hand and said, “The five years we missed is our regret. From now on, we’ll cherish each other more and welcome countless more five-year periods together.” These words moved many people to tears, and Natalia cried as she threw herself into his arms. I was carrying a plate of fruit at the time. Not paying attention, I missed a step and fell down the stairs. At that moment, I suddenly felt disheartened, but even though I wanted to cry, I had no tears. Now, hearing him speak like this, my heart still aches. But instead of begging him to marry me, I smiled slightly and said, “I’m sorry, but I am getting married today—just not to you.”
As if Christian had heard a joke, Lincoln sneered, “Eliana, for the past five Christmases, you’ve used countless tactics to get people to persuade me. But have I ever wavered? You should know your place. My fiancée is Natalia, and it will always be her.” In the past, I would have definitely broken down in tears and then used various connections to pressure him into leaving Natalia. But today, I took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in my heart, and forced myself to speak calmly to him. Just as I was about to say something, Lincoln’s friends contemptuously pushed me aside. One man said, “Even if the Ramos family is wealthy, Lincoln’s heart belongs only to Natalia. You’ll never be more than a nanny in this lifetime.” Another man chimed in, “You’ve already given Lincoln a child. Who else would marry you? Are you waiting for someone else? I think you’d rather be a nanny for the Parker family your whole life than marry someone else.” My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my teeth, enduring the humiliation. Five Christmases ago, I learned that Lincoln was planning to confess his feelings to Natalia at the Starry Hotel. Back then, I was madly in love with Lincoln, so I rushed to the Starry Hotel that very night. When I arrived, Natalia wasn’t there. After getting Lincoln drunk, I also drank an entire bottle of alcohol. The next morning, we woke up naked in the same bed. What had happened the night before was obvious. Because of this incident, Natalia angrily cut ties with Lincoln and left the country. Not long after, I discovered I was pregnant. My parents, Dylan Ramos and Harper Ramos, didn’t want me to suffer, so they continuously pressured the Parker family, using investment and saving their company as leverage to force Lincoln to be with me. Eventually, Lincoln gave in. But he never mentioned marriage. At the time, I even thought it didn’t matter if he didn’t love me; I could love him more. When I loved him so much that he couldn’t leave me, he would marry me, and we would have a child. But I was wrong. Lincoln didn’t have me in his heart. How could he possibly be unable to leave me? I shook my head, cursing myself internally, “Eliana, you’ve already decided to marry someone else, why are you still thinking about this?” Seeing me like this, Lincoln frowned, showing a hint of displeasure. “Natalia will be here soon. Don’t let her see you like this. You should leave through the back door.” In his eyes, Natalia couldn’t suffer even the slightest discomfort, while I was just a bet for when he was bored. This time, I didn’t follow his instructions to go to the back door. Instead, I walked past them toward the main hall of City Hall. Lincoln grabbed my arm, his eyes filled with anger. “Enough! Are you going to continue this act? Or are you planning to have your parents pressure me into compromising again?” At that moment, Natalia appeared. “Lincoln.” She was radiant, noble, and dignified—all the beautiful words in the world wouldn’t be enough to describe her.
In contrast, after enduring these five Christmases of suffering, I had long lost my beautiful appearance. Seeing Natalia approach, Lincoln instantly pushed me away, then dusted off his hands as if Christian was afraid my filth would taint his beloved. The way he looked at Natalia was filled with love and warmth I had never seen before. Something inside my heart twisted, making it difficult to breathe. I didn’t want to linger any longer and was about to leave, but Natalia blocked my path. “I know you’ve loved Lincoln for many Christmases. But you should understand that love doesn’t follow any order. And stop having your parents pressure Lincoln. That only makes us respect you even less.” Seeing her reaction, Lincoln anxiously explained, “Natalia, please believe me. I won’t marry her. Today was just a coincidence.” Despite having prepared myself mentally, hearing these words still hurt. I bit my lower lip, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of them. After calming down, I said coldly, “I actually did come here to get married today, whether you believe it or not.” Before Lincoln could speak, his friends started mocking me. One said, “Married? Where’s the groom? Who are you trying to fool? You have too many tricks up your sleeve. No wonder Lincoln was deceived by you.” Another jeered, “We’ve known you for so many Christmases. Besides Lincoln, who else have you ever liked? Even if you want to salvage your dignity, there’s no need to lie.” Lincoln suddenly stopped them. “Enough. All of you, stop talking. Let’s just get her to go home. Bennett is waiting at home.” Just when I thought he might have felt a hint of sympathy for me, his next words and contemptuous tone completely froze my heart. Lincoln said, “She could never marry anyone else in her lifetime. How could she bear to leave me?” For these five Christmases, out of love for him, I lowered myself, becoming so humble as if I owed him something. I remember once, while cleaning, I accidentally broke a crystal ball. The shards cut my palm, and blood flowed freely. Lincoln rushed over, but only to pick up the broken pieces with regret. Then, he yelled at me in anger, “Who gave you permission to touch this crystal ball? This was a token of love from Natalia. Get out!” Ignoring my own pain, I begged him not to throw me out. In the end, three-year-old Bennett was frightened to tears, and I picked him up to comfort him. Lincoln, cradling the broken pieces, slowly walked out of the room. He said I had shattered his dream and that I could stay, but he would never forgive me. Thinking about it now, I realize how foolish I was. Lincoln didn’t not love me; he hated me. He hated me for separating him from Natalia and destroying his most beautiful dream. A sudden, urgent phone ring interrupted my thoughts. Under everyone’s gaze, I answered the call. “I’ve brought all the documents. Window number 8, right? Okay.” Today was indeed the day I applied for marriage. My fiancé is Jonathan Howard, chosen for me by Dylan and Harper. They said I had wasted five Christmases of my life, and it was time to wake up. I nodded and agreed. Since I couldn’t marry for love, it didn’t matter who I married. At least, the person Dylan and Harper chose for me would surely be a good person. After all, they wouldn’t hurt me. After learning that today was Bennett’s fifth birthday, Jonathan discussed with Dylan and Harper and decided to get married today. He said Bennett had never had a birthday party, so he wanted to throw one for him. After getting the marriage certificate, we would go directly to the hotel. Jonathan had asked me to wear this wedding dress he gave me, saying he wanted to keep a memento. After all, we would only get married once in our lifetime. The call just now was from Jonathan. He told me he was waiting for me at window number 8. As I was about to leave, Lincoln stopped me again. “If you continue like this, I’ll really get angry. Go home and cook for Bennett right now.” Natalia also mocked, “Five Christmases have passed, and you’re still the same. No wonder Lincoln dislikes you.” I sighed, then took out an invitation from my bag and waved it in front of them. I said, “I don’t have time to talk with you all. The 8th is my wedding day. If you want to come for the meal, you’re welcome.” Without even looking at the invitation, Lincoln threw it directly into the trash. But his friends noticed something odd. One of them asked puzzlingly, “The Ramos family is marrying into the Howard family, with the wedding at the Howard Club? Is this referring to the Howard family of billionaire Jonathan? I heard the Howard Club is owned by the Howard family.” Another responded, “This can’t be true, right? Is Eliana really marrying Jonathan? I find that hard to believe.” Hearing this, Lincoln frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. “Everyone knows Bennett is my son. Even though the Ramos family has many businesses, you’re nowhere near the Howard family’s level. How could Jonathan possibly marry a woman who’s already had a child?” The others nodded in agreement, saying I was dreaming. Seeing Lincoln’s reaction, Natalia deliberately positioned herself between him and me. Then, pretending to be considerate, she said, “If you want to marry someone else, neither Lincoln nor I will stop you. But Bennett is a member of the Parker family. You can’t take him away. Besides, bringing a child into a new marriage isn’t good for you.” Natalia was always like this, speaking the gentlest words while hiding the sharpest knives within them. But Lincoln always thought she was kind and considerate. Sure enough, he immediately agreed, “That’s right. You can’t take Bennett away. He’s my son, and he can’t call anyone else ‘Dad.’” I laughed mockingly and challenged him, “In these five years, have you ever had a meal with Bennett? Do you know which preschool he attends? Have you ever read him bedtime stories? “Today is his birthday, but you didn’t prepare any gift for him. You even invited these people to drink at your place. Is this how you act as a father?” Bennett is the child I gave birth to, so there’s no way I would leave him with the Parker family. After all, he is my life. Lincoln knew this, so he knew how to make me compromise. “He’s the child you had after getting me drunk. How can you expect me to love him? Nevertheless, he’s my son. You can’t take him away.” I looked at him in disbelief, then slapped him across the face. “You’re despicable!” Eight years ago, I accidentally fell while crossing the street and sprained my ankle. That handsome young man who carried me to the hospital, ignoring the traffic, was gone. If Lincoln didn’t love me, he could let me go. Why did he have to torture me? How did he become like this? I was trembling with anger, gritting my teeth. Lincoln’s head tilted to one side, taking a long moment to react. Natalia screamed, then reached out to caress his face. Immediately after, she turned to glare at me. “How could you hit him? You’re so savage.” Lincoln’s friends were even angrier, all criticizing me. One said, “Don’t you know how you had that child? That’s a stain on Lincoln’s life. The fact that he let you have the baby already shows his mercy.” Another agreed, “Lincoln is right. You can marry someone else, but Bennett is Lincoln’s child, so you can’t take him away. I really want to hit women like you.” Natalia said angrily, “If none of you will hit her, then I will. I’ll avenge Lincoln.” As she said this, she prepared to slap my face. Just then, Lincoln grabbed her wrist, blocking her descending hand. Meanwhile, I was suddenly pulled into someone else’s embrace. “Darling, are you alright?” I looked up to find Jonathan gazing at me intently. I shook my head, then stood up straight. “Let’s go apply for our marriage license.” Lincoln rushed over with reddened eyes, grabbing my arm. “Are you still going to act ridiculous? Can you stop embarrassing yourself?” Jonathan pushed away Lincoln’s hand that was gripping me, took out a DNA test report from his bag, and threw it to Lincoln. Then he said, “Bennett has nothing to do with you. He’s my son. I’ve already taken him to the Howard Club. In the future, please don’t harass my wife and child again.” Lincoln frantically flipped through the report. When he saw the result in the last line, he let go in shock, and the report scattered on the ground. With a pale face, he said, “No. How could Bennett not be my child?”
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