His Mistress's Kid Called Me Homewrecker

The day before my wedding, my fiancé got drunk.

On the drive home, he mistook me for my best friend.

"Claire, don't bring the kid to the wedding tomorrow. We can't let Rowena find out about our child yet."

I slammed on the brakes. Damian crashed against the seat, sobering up considerably.

When he realized it was me, he froze for a moment before slowly speaking:

"Since you heard that, the wedding's temporarily canceled. But don't worry—Claire doesn't want to get married, but the child is mine and I have to take responsibility. Once the kid grows up, I'll come back and marry you."