I Had Two Kids With My Ex’s Uncle
On my wedding day, I got into a car accident and lost the baby I was carrying. My fiancé, Rowan, vanished without a word.
All he left behind was a marriage certificate posted in the family group chat, showing that he had married my father’s illegitimate daughter.
When I confronted him, he looked completely indifferent.
“Tara is sick. She needs your placenta as medicine. I’ll marry you once she’s better.”
Everyone thought I would react like I always did. I would be hurt at first before becoming numb and eventually just accepting it.
After all, I loved Rowan that much.
However, the very night the wedding was called off, I agreed to the marriage my uncle had arranged and left the country.
I married my ex-boyfriend’s uncle.
Five years later, my husband accompanied me back home to visit my mother’s grave.
Something suddenly came up for him, so he asked his useless nephew to host a welcome banquet for me instead.
At the entrance of the estate, Rowan stood there holding a sign that read: [Welcome home, Aunt!]
The moment he saw me, his gaze burned, but his tone was cold.
“So, have you finally come to your senses after all that drama? I’ll give you another chance. Come back to me. Tara doesn’t want to have children. You can do IVF for her.”