With just one month left until my wedding, I, Emma Wilson, began questioning whether this wedding should even happen. The reason was simple—my fiancé Aaron Gibson insisted on having a child with Jane Gardner, the widow of his best friend Caleb Gardner. Aaron told me, “Caleb was my best friend. He passed away suddenly, leaving Jane all alone. She’s attempted suicide multiple times. If she had a child to keep her company, it might help her get through this difficult time.” I couldn’t understand it at all. I asked Aaron, “If she wants a child, she could choose adoption, remarry, or even go to a sperm bank. Why does she have to have a child with you specifically?” Aaron replied, “Caleb entrusted Jane to my care before he died. Besides, Jane has no other family in New York. Who else can she turn to besides me?” “But don’t you think this is completely absurd?” I couldn’t help but question. However, Aaron responded dismissively, “It’s just IVF—nothing’s actually going to happen. I’m still going to marry you.” We’d known each other for fifteen years and been together for thirteen. I’d finally reached the day when I could marry him. I never expected fate to play such a cruel joke on me at this moment. I asked Aaron, “So what will this child call you in the future? Dad?” A flash of discomfort crossed Aaron’s face, his tone becoming slightly irritated. “Whatever he wants to call me—I don’t care.” There was no way I could agree to this. Because of this, Aaron had been arguing with me for months. Aaron continued, “Think it over again. Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately, and I’m worried she might do something extreme again. I need to go take care of her for the next few days, but I’ll be back for the wedding.” With that, he turned and left. He dragged two enormous suitcases behind him, packed with clothes and daily necessities. I stood in our empty wedding suite, looking at the decorations, my heart filled with irony. The phone rang—it was the bridal shop calling. I answered. The staff member asked, “Hello, Ms. Wilson. The wedding dress and suits have arrived. When would you and Mr. Gibson be available to come in for fittings?” So I called Aaron. He picked up quickly. “Have you come to your senses?” At the same time, I could hear a woman’s voice faintly in the background, sultry and coquettish: “Who is it?” I recognized that voice. That’s right—it was Caleb’s widow, Jane. Aaron said, “Nobody.” Jane said, “The movie just got to the good part. Who calls at a time like this? Such a buzzkill.” I spoke with forced calm, “Didn’t you say Jane was heartbroken and might commit suicide at any moment? How does she have the mood to watch movies with you?” Aaron was clearly annoyed. “I’m just taking Jane out to clear her head. How can she move on from Caleb’s death if she stays cooped up at home all the time?” What a noble excuse—just as ridiculous as his insistence on having a child with Jane. I said, “Fine, you two keep watching your movie. I’m hanging up.” Aaron was baffled. “Emma, what’s wrong with you? You call me just to say nothing and give me attitude?” I asked directly, “Aaron, do you actually plan to go through with this wedding or not?” Aaron said firmly, “Whether we get married or not won’t change the fact that I’m having a child with Jane. This is my responsibility to Caleb, and I have to fulfill it.” I replied, “Fine.” Aaron asked, “You’re agreeing?” I said, “Yes.” Aaron’s mood clearly improved. “That’s more like it. Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time for the wedding…” Before he could finish, I hung up decisively. Since getting married or not wouldn’t change his decision to have a child with Jane, I decided to make things fair. The wedding would proceed as planned, but I’d be getting a different groom.
I posted on Instagram: [Looking for a marriage partner, please introduce me to reliable single men.] Soon, the comment section was flooded with curious netizens. Some asked if Aaron and I had fought, advising me that men being unfaithful is normal and I shouldn’t take it too seriously, or I’d lose such a good partner. Others questioned whether what I was doing was fair to Aaron. I just laughed when I saw those comments. I chose Aaron when he had nothing, stayed with him through his startup journey, and weathered all the hardships together. I can proudly say I’ve been absolutely fair to him! It was Aaron who made unreasonable demands first, treating our relationship of over ten years like it meant nothing. I felt it was time to let go completely and start fresh. My phone buzzed, and I thought it was another one of Aaron’s friends coming to criticize me. But I never expected it to be a private message from my boss. This person I had saved as “Evil Capitalist” was none other than my boss, Marcus Stephens. Evil Capitalist: [You’re looking for someone to marry?] Evil Capitalist: [Then let it be me.] I was stunned, regretting that I’d forgotten to block him. Evil Capitalist: [When should we get married?] Clutching my phone, I nervously replied: [In a month?] Evil Capitalist: [Fine.] Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, are you serious?] Evil Capitalist: [Or we could register for marriage right now? Wait for me, I’ll pick you up in half an hour.] I quickly stopped him. Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, I still have some things to handle. Let’s register for marriage in a month. You can also think it over.] Evil Capitalist: [No need to think. In a month, we’ll get married directly.] I stared at Marcus’s messages, unable to process what was happening. The sound of keys unlocking came from the front door. Aaron came in, looking upset. “Emma, let’s cancel our wedding for now. Jane’s condition still isn’t great, and I don’t want to have a wedding celebration right now—it might upset her.” I nodded calmly. “Okay.” Aaron seemed somewhat surprised. “You’re not angry?” I asked, “Why would I be angry?” Aaron said, “After all, we’ve been dating for over ten years.” I sneered inwardly. Yes, we’ve been dating for over ten years, and the result is you casually canceling our wedding for some unrelated person named Jane. Over these ten years, he seemed to have gotten used to making all the decisions himself. Whenever he made a choice, I could only comply, only obey, never argue back. I didn’t want to fight with him, so for matters that didn’t involve principles, I was always the one backing down. But this time, I didn’t want to give in anymore. I asked, “Is she feeling better?” Aaron said, “She still needs someone to keep her company. When she’s alone, she tends to overthink. We really need to have a child as soon as possible.” I said, “Then you should spend more time with her lately.” Aaron smiled and praised me, “Looks like this fight was effective after all—you’ve become more understanding.” I wasn’t more understanding. I had become clear-headed. Suddenly, Aaron’s phone rang. I was somewhat surprised—given Aaron’s personality, he would never use that kind of ringtone. He answered, his voice tender in a way I’d never heard before. “Jane?” So it was a special ringtone he’d set for Jane. Aaron’s expression grew serious. “What? Okay, I’ll bring it over right now.” He hung up and immediately stood to grab his car keys, rushing to leave. Only when he reached the door did he remember to say something to me. “Jane left some clothes in my car. I’m going to take them to her.” I asked, “What clothes?” Aaron’s expression suddenly became strange, and he stammered, “Just some regular clothes. Anyway, I have to go now.” This weekend was our homeroom teacher Joanna Geller’s birthday. Early in the morning, I received a call from our class president Taylor Holmes. “Come with Aaron.” When I arrived, the private room was already filled with quite a few classmates, but Aaron was nowhere to be seen. Taylor glanced behind me and asked, “Where’s your husband? Parking the car?” I shook my head and replied calmly, “He’s not my husband yet.” Taylor laughed and teased, “He’s not now, but he will be in a month, right? You two have been together for so many years—it wasn’t easy! You’re getting married soon, so stop fighting and cherish each other.” Joanna still wore that gentle smile of hers, though time had been unkind, adding streaks of gray to her hair. She smiled and said, “That’s right, Emma. I’ve watched you two grow together all these years. I heard you’ve been having some trouble lately over Jane? I think you might be misunderstanding the situation. Aaron and Caleb were always close friends. After Caleb passed away, Aaron is just helping take care of Jane as a friend. You need to trust the feelings you’ve built over all these years.” Joanna had always been kind and caring, and she genuinely liked me. However, times had changed. Teachers could impart knowledge, but they couldn’t teach me how to navigate marriage. I said, “Mrs. Geller, I know what I need to do.” Joanna thought I’d been convinced and looked even more pleased. “You’ve always been a smart girl. I knew you’d understand.” Just as she finished speaking, Aaron pushed through the door. “Mrs. Geller, happy birthday.” Joanna beamed with joy. “Thank you! You and Emma are getting married soon too. Congratulations to both of you!” However, the next second, my smile froze on my face. Jane followed right behind him, wearing Aaron’s jacket and holding onto his arm. She smiled as she handed her gift to Joanna. “Mrs. Geller, hello, I’m Jane Gardner. I’m so sorry we’re late. We should have been here earlier, but it’s my fault—I suddenly got my period, and Aaron had to go buy me some pads, which delayed us.” Her intimate tone said everything. Taylor was stunned. He patted Aaron’s shoulder and whispered a reminder, “Emma’s right here. Why did you bring her too?” Aaron replied matter-of-factly, “Jane’s been in a really bad emotional state lately. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone.” Taylor asked, “Then what about Emma?” Aaron glanced at me with an indifferent tone. “It’s fine, don’t worry about her.” He then thoughtfully helped Jane sit down on the sofa and placed various fruits and snacks in front of her. “Don’t be nervous. Everyone here today is my friend, and they’ll all take care of you.” Jane obediently leaned against his shoulder and said coquettishly, “Mm-hmm, I only feel safe when you’re here.” Everyone at Joanna’s birthday party was a classmate. Everyone knew Aaron and I were a couple. Faced with this scene, everyone seemed at a loss. Especially Taylor, who had been hoping to help Aaron and me reconcile. I knew Taylor was a good-hearted person, but right now, even his good intentions seemed to have nowhere to go. Joanna’s birthday party passed in this awkward atmosphere. When it ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—everyone except Aaron and Jane. As Aaron walked past me holding Jane’s hand, he coldly dropped a line: “I need to take Jane home. I probably won’t be back tonight, so take a cab home yourself.” Jane, however, playfully swatted at Aaron with feigned reproach. “How can you say that? Emma is your fiancée—how can you make her take a cab just to drive me home? Emma, don’t listen to him. Get in the car, I’ll have him drop you off first.” Her words made it sound as if she were the lady of the house, while I had become the outsider. I pulled away from Jane’s attempt to link arms with me and said coldly, “No need. My ride is already here.” A black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of me.
Right in front of Aaron and Jane, I got into that car. Several classmates gathered around, teasing: “Since when does Maybach do rideshare now?” Aaron’s face immediately darkened. He drove a Honda, which looked small and old compared to the Maybach. I hadn’t been home long when Aaron returned. I was somewhat surprised: “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back tonight?” Aaron’s expression grew even darker: “Are you hoping I wouldn’t come back?” I replied coldly: “If you’re sick, go get treatment.” Aaron asked: “Who was that man who picked you up today?” I said: “He’s my husband.” Aaron burst out laughing: “Just as I thought.” I didn’t understand what exactly he was thinking. Aaron sat down on the sofa with a confident smile: “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Trying to make me jealous, trying to get my attention? Renting a Maybach isn’t cheap! I was wondering why you’ve been acting like a different person lately, not fighting or making a fuss. Turns out you were setting this up for me.” I just felt speechless: “If that’s what you want to think, I can’t stop you.” Aaron said with some disgust: “Don’t play these childish games anymore. It’s really boring.” I responded: “Think whatever you want.” Aaron said: “I know you’re upset about the wedding being suddenly canceled. You’ve always wanted to marry me, I know that. But everything has its priorities. Jane is still grieving her husband’s death, we need to take care of her first.” I couldn’t help asking: “If Jane never recovers, are you planning to never get married?” Aaron snapped: “How can you be so vicious? Can’t you hope for Jane to get better? She never did anything to you. Do you really need to curse her like this?” Although I’d long known about Aaron’s favoritism toward Jane, being accused of being “vicious” by him was a first. Especially coming from a man I’d loved for over ten years, devoted myself to for over ten years, who had almost become my husband. My heart grew even colder: “Give me your car keys.” Aaron asked warily: “What do you need my car keys for?” I answered: “To get back the things I left in your car.” I had once hand-woven a car ornament for Aaron, hanging it in front of the windshield, blessing him with safety and smooth travels. But the Aaron of today was no longer worth my wholehearted love. Aaron said: “Jane has things in my car too. Don’t mess them up. I’ll come with you.” I said: “Whatever.” With that, I headed toward the underground garage. After Aaron unlocked the car, I opened the driver’s side door and reached for the ornament. However, to prevent it from falling at the time, I had tied it extra tight. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the entire ornament down, leaving only a long red string in my hand. Aaron asked in surprise: “Why did you tear it apart?” I said indifferently: “If it’s broken, it’s broken. Won’t need it anymore anyway.” As I was stepping out of the car, I caught a glimpse of something black sticking out from the gap in the passenger seat. I gently pinched it with my fingers, only to discover it was a pair of women’s black stockings. No need to guess—these must be Jane’s “ordinary clothes” left in Aaron’s car. Aaron urged anxiously: “Are you done? Stop rummaging around.” I expressionlessly pushed the black stockings back into place: “Done.” As soon as I stepped out of the car, Aaron immediately shut the door and quickly locked it. I didn’t care, just clutched the tangled red string and casually tossed it into the trash can. My phone rang, and I answered: “Hello?” “When are you free? We can have the wedding in a month, but let’s get the marriage certificate first.” It was Marcus’s voice. “There’s no rush for that, is there?” I replied. “Getting the certificate is convenient now. We can even do it on the wedding day.” Aaron suddenly caught the key words: “Certificate? What certificate?” On the phone, Marcus asked, “Is your ex-boyfriend there with you?” He had already automatically started calling Aaron my “ex-boyfriend.” I responded with a simple “Mm-hmm.” Marcus said, “You should move out as soon as possible.” I said, “Okay.” Marcus continued, “About getting the marriage license, just let me know when you’ve figured out the timing. I’ll work around your schedule.” After hanging up, Aaron looked at me suspiciously. “Who was calling this late?” I said, “Someone asking me to get a marriage license.” After hearing this, Aaron let out a cold laugh. “Emma, playing this game once was enough. Doing it again is just boring.” I took a deep breath and responded, “Oh.” Aaron said impatiently, “I’m talking to you. Did you hear me or not?” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll never bring this up again.” Aaron seemed satisfied and nodded. “It’s getting late. I need to go back and keep Jane company.” I said, “Go ahead.” As he was leaving, Aaron turned back to look at me and said, “Just wait a little longer, until Jane’s in a better state. After all, you’ve been with me for so many years. I’ll still marry you.” This time, I said nothing. The next day, I started packing. I didn’t have many clothes. The only important thing was my computer. As a programmer, all my project code from these years was stored on my computer. When Marcus came to pick me up and saw me carrying only a laptop bag, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “That’s all you have?” I nodded. “Yeah, just this.” Marcus said, “I thought all girls liked buying lots of pretty clothes and bags.” Yeah, who doesn’t like pretty clothes and bags? But ever since Aaron started his business, our financial situation had gradually become tight. I sold my jewelry and hadn’t bought new clothes in years. This time, I simply packed some underwear and donated everything else to charity. Looking at my meager bag, Marcus said softly, “This weekend, let me take you shopping for some things.” I said, “That’s not necessary.” Marcus asked, “Why not?” I said embarrassedly, “I haven’t gotten my paycheck for this month yet.” Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll advance it to you.” I licked my lips, still hesitating. “Mr. Stephens, are you really willing to marry me?” Marcus looked puzzled. “Why are you asking that?” I guessed, “Is your family pressuring you to get married really urgently?” Marcus replied, “They are indeed pressuring me, and being married would help boost shareholders’ confidence in me, which is good for the company too.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “No wonder. I was thinking, how could a capitalist like you make a losing deal…” Marcus moved closer to me. “What did you just call me?” I quickly waved my hands. “Nothing!” Marcus smiled. “You should change my contact name sometime.” I quickly said, “I’ll change it right now! Immediately!” I hurriedly changed “Evil Capitalist” in my phone to “The Most Handsome Man in the World,” then held my phone up to Marcus and said, “Look, I changed it.” Marcus glanced at it, then slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. I asked, “What’s wrong?” He took my phone directly from my hands, fiddled with it for a while, then handed it back to me. When the car merged back into traffic, I saw that “The Most Handsome Man in the World” on my WhatsApp interface had been changed to “Hubby.” I said in surprise, “Mr. Stephens, we’re not even married yet. Isn’t this a bit too bold?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “How about we go to City Hall right now then?” As he spoke, he made a gesture to turn around. I quickly stopped him. “No, Mr. Stephens, today won’t work.” Marcus teased, “Alright, what’s your excuse today?” I mumbled, “My ID is still at Aaron’s place.” Meanwhile, when Aaron received my call, he was shopping with Jane. Jane had changed into a strapless mini dress and was twisting her body in front of the mirror, deliberately showing off her sex appeal. Seeing Aaron staring mesmerized, she secretly took a photo, then took a selfie and posted both on Instagram. The caption read: [Maybe Cupid blessed me by sending you to my side.] Two photos – one of her sexy pose, another of Aaron gazing at her adoringly. She enjoyed the feeling of having Aaron under her control, her vanity greatly satisfied. However, before long, Aaron stopped looking at her and frowned as he answered his phone. He said impatiently, “Emma, didn’t I tell you I’d be spending these days with Jane? Why are you calling again?” I asked directly, “Where’s my ID?” Aaron asked curiously, “What do you need your ID for?” I said, “I need to get some documents done.” He continued asking, “What documents?” Jane, not allowing Aaron’s attention to leave her, deliberately raised her voice: “Aaron, does this dress look good on me?” Aaron’s attention was drawn back to her. Watching Jane strike cute and sexy poses for him, Aaron just wanted to end this phone call quickly. He said hurriedly, “It’s in the third drawer of the cabinet in the living room. I’ve been really busy lately, so don’t call me unless it’s important. That’s it, I’m hanging up.”
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