The room fell silent the moment Vân walked in — glowing, confident, and visibly pregnant. Her unexpected arrival at my wedding stunned every guest. Whispers spread like wildfire; no one knew the storm that was about to unfold. I stood frozen beside my beautiful bride, heart pounding. It felt like my past had just walked in to expose everything I wanted to forget.

Back in college, I was admired and ambitious, but broke. I never loved Vân — she simply supported me when I needed help: food, tuition, clothes. Out of convenience, I married her. But love never grew between us. I avoided intimacy, convinced the problem wasn’t me, and after three childless years, I left her to chase a “better” future.

Yet today, there she was — pregnant. My bride questioned the father, and Vân’s calm answer shattered my world. “I got pregnant after one night with another man. I was never the problem — you were.” The bouquet slipped from my bride’s hands as my truth unraveled in front of everyone.

My fiancée refused to continue the ceremony until I took a fertility test. And in that moment, I understood: my selfishness, my arrogance, my choices had come full circle. I traded loyalty for ambition — and lost everything.