Chapter 1

The day before we were supposed to get our marriage license, my fiancée Clara Jones confessed to me:

"Steve Richard, I need to tell you something. I slept with Charles Brooklyn because I'm going to have his baby."

"His mother is seriously ill. She hopes to see her grandson born before she dies."

My heart ached so badly from her sudden confession that I couldn't breathe.

Finally, I let out a sigh.

"If that's the case, then I'll let you go."

Clara smiled and patted my chest:

"I knew you'd be the most understanding. Don't worry, as soon as I have the baby, I'll come right back and we'll get our marriage license."

"Remember, we're not breaking up."

After saying that, she carefully protected her belly and left.

Until the day she gave birth, my wife was in the same delivery room.

I smiled and greeted her:

"Congratulations on your son. My wife had a beautiful daughter!"

Clara and I had been together for five years. I proposed seven times. Each time I carefully set up the perfect atmosphere to propose, but it would always be ruined by a phone call from her childhood friend Charles.

My friends felt indignant on my behalf, saying their relationship crossed boundaries and telling me to break up with Clara.

After all, she was a woman I'd loved for five years. Letting go was easier said than done.

I made a bet with myself—if this last proposal got ruined too, I'd let her go.

To my surprise, she said yes. But when it was time to get our marriage license, she confessed that she needed to have Charles's baby.

I broke down emotionally and demanded:

"Clara, why?"

"Charles's mother is in poor health. She hopes to see him get married and have children before she dies."

As soon as she finished speaking, I fell silent for three seconds, then laughed.

His mother was in poor health, so she didn't hesitate to choose to have Charles's baby.

My mother was also in poor health, but Clara chose to be indifferent.

I sighed. "If that's the case, then I'll let you go."

I meant we were breaking up, but Clara refused to acknowledge it as a breakup.

She smiled and patted my chest: "I knew you'd be the most understanding. Don't worry, as soon as I have the baby, I'll come right back and we'll get our marriage license."

After saying this, she carefully protected her belly as she left, as if she were already pregnant with his child.

The staff at the office were probably encountering this situation for the first time and stood there stunned for a moment.

I stood up, gave a bitter smile, and left dejectedly.

At the door, I saw Charles running toward Clara with an umbrella.

The two of them kissed passionately like star-crossed lovers reunited after a great ordeal.

I thought I had truly let go, but witnessing it in person still hurt.

Charles noticed me and waved.

"Steve, thank you for being understanding. I promise you, once Clara has the baby and fulfills my mother's wish, I'll send her right back to you."