Left Behind on My Wedding Day

"Claire, what nonsense are you spouting?" Evan Scott, my boyfriend, reached for me while keeping his grip tight on Anne Walsh's hand.I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. He clutched his cheek, staring at me in disbelief. Anne lifted her skirt and hurried over, shielding Evan protectively as she whimpered delicately, "Claire, please calm down and don’t hurt Evan. I don’t want this wedding anymore. I’ll give the gown back to you. I can just die alone."With that, she made a show of trying to take off the wedding dress she was wearing, but Evan quickly stopped her. "Anne, this dress was always meant for you. This wedding should have been yours from the start!" He carefully straightened every seam and bow of her gown, leaving nothing untouched. The pristine white dress made her look so fragile and delicate, even more dazzling and brittle than the chandeliers above. This was the gown Evan had picked out for me, yet it fit her perfectly. Suddenly, I realized why the dre

Twisting my ankle and getting drenched in the rain left me with a fever. The doctor advised postponing the surgery for a couple of days. With nowhere to go, I decided to stay at the hospital. That night, Evan called, his tone sharp with anger as he demanded to know where I was. From the background, Anne chimed in, seizing the moment to stir up trouble. "Evan, Claire still isn’t back, and it’s already so late. Do you think she’s staying at a coworker’s place? I’ve heard her office has plenty of male colleagues. Aren’t you worried something might happen?" Evan scoffed, the sound low and dismissive. "You don’t know how much she loves me. She’s like a dog—no matter how hard you try, she won’t leave. Why would she cheat?" His words pierced me like a knife. I remembered the time he’d tried to break up with me. I had begged him to stay, foolishly believing my sincerity had won him over. I never realized that, in his eyes, I was nothing more than a pathetic stray clinging to him.

As soon as the words left his mouth, I hung up and blocked his number immediately. Silence. That was all I wanted—for my child’s final journey to be untainted. Lying on the cold operating table, I stared up at the stark white lights, their harsh glow making my eyes burn. Anne’s social media updates continued relentlessly. Each vibrant photo was a loud declaration of joy. As the child was taken from me, Anne posted a photo of a diamond Evan had bid for at the highest price during an auction. In the next photo, they were passionately kissing amidst a crowd’s applause, the comments below filled with heartfelt congratulations. It all painted a picture-perfect romantic scene. I lay on the hospital bed, feeling like both my body and heart had been hollowed out, bleeding endlessly. During my recovery, Evan tried to call me countless times, but I had blocked him on every platform. Eventually, he turned to my family. They barged into my hospital room, not to ask why I was there,

Evan’s face flushed red, then turned pale, his expression shifting from shock to devastation. His trembling fingers traced the words on the medical report over and over as if trying to will them into saying something different. He refused to believe it. Gripping Anne’s arm tightly, his reddened eyes filled with desperation as he barked, "Read it to me!" Startled, Anne stammered through the words, her voice shaking, "Three months… fully developed… abortion…" Evan tore the report into shreds, his anguish spilling into a roar as he turned to me. "You’re lying, aren’t you? This can’t be true, can it? A fully developed baby, Claire. How could you be so cruel?"Tears streamed down his face as he pointed at me, his voice trembling with accusation. His outburst was almost laughable to me. Without a word, I turned to leave. But he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around me in a panicked grip, his erratic breathing betraying his growing desperation. "Claire, don’t go! I won’t l

But after several days, the spectacle Anne had been eagerly anticipating still hadn’t played out. The Scott family’s staff tiptoed around me, tending to my every need with extreme caution, terrified that Evan might notice I’d lost weight or had a bruise and take it out on them. I couldn’t figure out what Evan truly felt for me. He was gentle and attentive to Anne, yet with me, he was impatient and full of disdain. Despite that, he refused to let me go, constantly claiming that I was the one he loved the most. Now, he kept me locked in this villa like a caged bird. He didn’t speak a word to me, yet he wouldn’t leave me alone either. Desperate and out of options, I began to wonder if I should call my parents for help. Before I could, they called me first. The moment I picked up, they launched into their usual lecture, insisting I should try to live peacefully with Evan. They rambled on about how divorced women were unlucky, repeating the same old clichés. My mother joined i