Switching Brides: I Never Said You Were the One

When I got home, ready to have it out with Gwen, I found the house decked out for Quintin's baby shower. In the living room, all the photos of Gwen and me from the past ten years, along with our pre-wedding pictures, had been torn down. In their place were family portraits of Gwen, Keith, and Quintin—chronicling from pregnancy, labor, and delivery, right through to Quintin turning one month old.In the bottom right corner of every photo, Gwen had carefully handwritten the date with a pen and for eleven months, not a single day had been missed. The photos were plastered all over the house, so dense they completely covered the walls.That was when it all clicked. During the year I was abroad for further studies, I'd deliberately worked around the time difference to call her when she should have been free. But she always turned down my video calls, claiming she was busy.I had naively thought her workload was piling up, and I even felt guilty for putting her through so much. It never

Keith, seizing the moment while everyone's attention was elsewhere, sneakily pinched Quintin. The baby immediately burst into wailing cries.Gwen's expression darkened instantly. As she tried to soothe Quintin, she demanded, "Ernest, what exactly are you trying to do? Ever since you got back, you've been causing one trouble after another—first the resignation, now the disrespect."I already heard from the hotel staff that you arranged the wedding setup. If you still want to marry me, then apologize to my mother right now! I can let bygones be bygones and allow you to continue as Quintin's father in name, to take care of us both."Hearing this, I laughed inwardly.Everyone believed I was hopelessly in love with Gwen that I would stick around even as her unpaid nanny just to stay by her side. However, they all overlooked one thing. It was true I had arranged the wedding setup, but I never said I was the one marrying her.With that thought, I replied calmly, "Then let's not get marri

"To think I still helped secure funding for her company at your request. She's nothing but an ungrateful wretch. I'll have my assistant, Hayden Callahan, pull the investment first thing when I get back."But honestly, it works out perfectly. After you resign, you can come straight to my company as chief researcher. A lot of my staff are in awe of your subculturing technique, and they've all been saying they want to meet you."I felt a warmth spread through my heart as I looked at the woman standing up for me with such righteous indignation. She was Aurelia Swanson, the heiress of Swanson Group, and the childhood friend who had grown up beside me my entire life.The current head of the Swanson family and my parents had been close friends from the same generation. The Swansons had ultimately chosen to venture into business, while my parents chose to dedicate their lives to science.Over the years, Aurelia had gradually taken over the family enterprise. Gwen's company would never have

"Ernest, what the hell are you trying to pull?"Not only was Gwen's voice sharp and piercing, but it was also thick with accusation and fury, like that of a provoked lioness.I was beyond speechless. Was this woman genuinely stupid, or was she just pretending to be?"I sent out the wedding invitations ages ago. It's not my fault you didn't bother to take a look at them. Besides, I told you from the start that I never intended to marry you. You were the one flattering yourself this whole time."With that, I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on her. I took Aurelia's hand and started toward the ballroom.But Gwen exploded like a cat whose tail had just been stomped on."Ernest, how dare you play me? Well, if that's how it is, then I'll make sure your wedding doesn't happen either!"Gwen pointed at the grand, opulent hotel lobby. "You're nothing but an unpaid nanny! Don't you dare get uppity with me!" she shouted, her voice brimming with arrogance. "Let me tell you something

I frowned deeply at the utterly unreasonable Mr. and Mrs. Blanchard, a wave of irritation rising in my chest."Watch your mouths. My wife is standing right here," I said coldly, casting them a warning look.At this, Mr. and Mrs. Blanchard grew even more agitated."You bastard! You've been fooling around with some vixen on the side too?" Mrs. Blanchard pointed at Aurelia and spat venomously, "Look at that face—what a whore! You can tell she's nothing but trouble!"You think you can steal my daughter's man? Let me teach you a lesson your parents clearly never bothered to!"As she spoke, she actually lunged forward to strike Aurelia. Swift as a flash, I stepped in and shoved Mrs. Blanchard back. "What do you think you're doing?"Mrs. Blanchard stumbled and fell straight to the ground."Help! Murder! I've just been assaulted by my son-in-law! He actually shoved me over some homewrecker! Everyone, come look at this!"She sat on the ground, kicking and thrashing, wailing at the top