My Unborn Baby Uncovers A Lie

Today is my wedding day.
A red carpet stretched from the church entrance all the way to the altar.
White roses wrapped around the pillars on both sides, filling the air with a sweet, cloying fragrance.
I wore a pure white wedding dress, clutching the bouquet tightly, my fingertips pale.
I was waiting for Kevin River.
The man I had loved for eight years.
Suddenly, the church doors swung open.
A cold gust swept in, carrying the scent of dust from outside.
Everyone's eyes turned toward the entrance.
I turned my head as well.
A woman in a white dress, wearing a veil, stood there.
It's Wendy Sullivan.
That junior who's always been trailing behind Kevin River.
Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streaking down her face as she stared straight at Kevin River by the Altar.
Kevin River's expression darkened instantly.
It was the first time I had seen him lose his temper.
He was usually so gentle; no matter how angry, he never showed such a cold expression.
"Wendy, you need to leave."
Kevin River's voice was low but carried undeniable authority.
Wendy didn't move; she just kept crying, her gaze fixed tightly on Kevin River.
The guests around us began whispering.
Some took out their cell phones to take pictures, while others whispered among themselves.
My heart sank little by little.
Kevin River looked at me, a pleading look in his eyes.
"Jane, I just need to say a few words to her; I'll be right back."
I looked at him, then glanced at Wendy Sullivan standing by the door.
After a few seconds of silence, I nodded.
Kevin River quickly walked over to Wendy and lowered his voice to speak to her.
Wendy grew even more agitated, gripping Kevin's arm as if begging him.
Kevin River forcefully shook off her hand, his expression growing even darker.
In the end, Wendy Sullivan wiped away her tears and left the church, glancing back every few steps.
Kevin River took a deep breath, adjusted his suit jacket, and walked back to stand before me.
He took my hand, his eyes so tender they seemed to overflow with emotion.
"Jane, I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you."
"Now, let's continue with the wedding."
The pastor cleared his throat and began to recite the vows.
At the proposal moment, Kevin River knelt on one knee, holding the ring box in his hand.
"Jane, marry me."
"I'll treat you well for the rest of my life and love you forever."
His eyes were sincere, his voice earnest.
On any other day, I would have said yes without hesitation.
But just then, I suddenly heard a tiny voice.
So faint, as if it was coming from inside my belly.
"Mom, don't believe him."
"He's lying to you."
"He just kissed that woman."
I was stunned.
Was that the baby's voice?
I looked down and touched my belly; there wasn't even a visible bump yet.
But that voice was so clear.
Kevin River was still kneeling on the ground, looking at me expectantly.
The guests around us were also waiting for my answer.
I lifted my head and met Kevin River's eyes.
Those eyes, which I had once believed were full of love, now seemed clouded with a veil of fog.
"I will not marry you."
My voice was soft, but in the quiet church, it rang out clearly.
The smile on Kevin River's face froze.
The pastor also paused, staring at me in surprise.
"Jane, what did you say?"
Kevin River stood up, grabbed my arm, his voice trembling with disbelief.
The crowd immediately erupted into chaos.
Voices of gossip and gasps surged one after another.
Someone stood up to accuse me, while others frantically pulled out their cell phones to film.
My mind went completely blank, with only the baby's voice ringing in my ears.
"Mom, he's a liar. Don't be with him."
Amid the chaos, a figure hurriedly stepped onto the altar.
It was my mother.
Her face drained of color, she approached me and slapped me across the face.
The sharp, crisp sound of the slap echoed clearly.
My cheek instantly burned with pain.
"Jane Quentin! Have you lost your mind?"
"Do you even realize what day it is today?"
"You're pregnant, using your pregnancy to threaten Kevin River, and now you're publicly breaking off the engagement—do you want to destroy yourself?"
I covered my burning cheeks, staring at the woman in front of me.
She was my mother, yet at this moment, her eyes held nothing but anger and accusation—no hint of pity.
"Mom, am I really your biological daughter?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

The moment I said it, I was stunned myself.
My mother's face turned pale, and her eyes skittered away from mine in panic.
"What are you talking about?"
"If I'm not your mother, then who is?"
Her voice trembled slightly, clearly flustered.
Kevin River's mother also approached, dressed in an elegant gown, her face full of displeasure.
"Jane Quentin, you've brought utter shame to the River Family today."
"The banquet costs, the venue fees, and the River Family's reputation — how do you intend to repay all of this?"
Her tone was sharp and accusing, as if demanding compensation from me.
I stared at her, then glanced around at the crowd of onlookers.
At that moment, the baby's heartbeat sounded again.
"Mom, that woman is pregnant too—and it's Kevin River's."
"And that ring isn't for you, Mom; it's sized for that woman."
My eyes widened as I glanced at the ring box in Kevin River's hand.
Just now, Kevin was about to slip the ring onto my finger, but I stopped him.
"Kevin, the ring you're holding—it's the wrong size, isn't it?" I said.
Kevin froze for a moment, instinctively clutching the ring box tighter.
"Jane, what are you talking about?"
"This ring was specially made for you—how could the size be wrong?"
"Oh, really?"
I sneered coldly and glanced toward the door.
Wendy Sullivan had somehow come back and stood at the doorway, her eyes filled with a complicated emotion as she looked at us.
"Then, do you dare to let Wendy try it on?"
"I think this size should fit her perfectly."
Kevin River's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Kevin's mother was also stunned, staring at Kevin in confusion.
"Kevin, is what she's saying true?"
Kevin opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but no words came out.
"And,"
I continued, my gaze locked on Kevin River, "Wendy Sullivan is pregnant too. The baby is yours, isn't it?"
That sentence hit like a bomb, instantly quieting the entire room again.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Kevin River and Wendy Sullivan.
Wendy's face flushed bright red, and she instinctively touched her stomach.
Kevin River couldn't hold it in any longer. He rushed over, grabbed my arm, and shook it fiercely.
"Jane Quentin! Stop spreading lies!"
"I'm not! Wendy and I are just friends!"
"Just friends?"
I yanked my hand free and said, "Then explain this—why were you at Wendy Sullivan's apartment last week?"
"And what about those intimate photos of you and Wendy on your cell phone?"
"Do you think that deleting them means I wouldn't find out?"
I pulled out my cell phone and opened a folder.
Inside were intimate photos of Kevin River and Wendy—hugs, kisses, even pictures taken in a hotel room.
I had stumbled on these before but refused to believe them. It wasn't until today, when the baby's heartbeat warned me, that I finally mustered the courage to confront him.
Kevin River stared at the photo on the cell phone, his expression utterly devastated.
He staggered back a few steps, collapsed into a chair, unable to utter a single word in his defense.
Kevin's mother was stunned too, looking from Kevin to Wendy Sullivan, trembling with rage.
"Just wonderful, Kevin! How could you do something like this?"
"How could you be faithful to Jane Quentin, to our River Family?"
Kevin stayed silent for a long time, then suddenly lifted his head, his gaze fierce as he stared at me.
"Jane Quentin, don't get cocky."
"Who knows if the baby in your womb is even mine?"
"Maybe you slept around with another man and got pregnant, and now you're deliberately blaming me!"
His words felt like a knife, stabbing deeply into my heart.
I couldn't believe he would say something like that.
"Kevin River! Are you even human?"
I was shaking with fury, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"You doubt the child is yours? Fine."
"Let's do a paternity test!"
Kevin's mother nodded in agreement, "Yes! A paternity test!"
"If the child is yours, then we can still discuss this."
"If not, Jane Quentin, then just wait to pay our losses!"

I was just about to agree when the baby's heartbeat sounded again.
"Mom, don't do the paternity test."
"The paternity test will contaminate the amniotic fluid and harm the baby."
"Besides, he's deliberately trying to hurt me."
My heart tightened, and I immediately changed my mind.
"No, I can't do the paternity test."
"The paternity test will harm the baby; I can't take that risk."
Kevin River immediately seized the chance and shouted loudly, "See! You're guilty!"
"I knew it all along—the child isn't mine! You've been lying to me!"
Wendy Sullivan came over, looking at me smugly. "Jane Quentin, stop pretending."
"You don't dare take a paternity test because the child isn't Kevin River's, do you?"
"Do you really think you can cling to Kevin River like this? What a delusion!"
Watching them egg each other on like that, my heart filled with disgust.
"Wendy Sullivan, do you dare to take a paternity test?"
I suddenly blurted out.
"Since you claim you're carrying Kevin River's child, then let's take a paternity test together."
"Let's see if the child is really Kevin River's!"
Wendy Sullivan's expression changed instantly, her eyes darting anxiously towards Kevin River.
Kevin River froze, clearly caught off guard by what I said.
"Why would I need a paternity test?"
Wendy Sullivan forced herself to stay calm, "The baby I'm carrying is definitely Kevin River's, there's no doubt about that!"
"If there's no doubt, then why are you afraid to take a paternity test?"
I pressed relentlessly, "Or is it that you simply don't dare to?"
Wendy Sullivan was left speechless, helplessly glancing at Kevin River for support.
Kevin frowned, unsure of how to respond.
The atmosphere grew tense again.
I knew this was no longer a place for me.
"I'm leaving."
I said, then turned to walk away.
But after only two steps, my mom and Kevin's mother blocked me.
"Jane Quentin, you can't leave!"
My mom grabbed my arm. "You have to clear things up before you go!"
Kevin's mother said, "You've ruined the wedding. You're not walking away like this—no way!"
They both held onto my arms tightly; I couldn't break free.
I looked around at the indifferent crowd and at the two women before me with fierce expressions, my heart sinking into despair.
Could it really be that I can't leave today?
At that moment, the baby's heartbeat sounded again.
"Mom, call Michael Lancaster for help."
"Michael Lancaster will save you."
Michael Lancaster?
I paused, stunned for a moment.
Michael Lancaster is Kevin River's friend and had also come to the wedding.
Would he help me?
Though uncertain, he was my only hope now.
"Michael Lancaster!"
I shouted loudly, "Michael Lancaster, where are you?"
Soon, a tall figure emerged from the crowd.
It's Michael Lancaster.
He was dressed in a black suit, his face expressionless as he walked up to me.
"What's wrong?"
He asked, his eyes falling on the arm where I was being held.
"Michael, please help me pull them away. I want to leave."
I said, a note of pleading in my voice.
Michael glanced at my mom and Kevin's mother, then back at me, remaining silent.
I felt a flutter of nervousness, fearing he wouldn't want to help.
But the next moment, he acted.
With a gentle tug, he pulled my mom and Kevin's mother's hands off my arm.
"Ms. Quentin wants to leave; don't stop her."
Michael Lancaster's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority.
My mother and Kevin's mother seemed about to speak again, but at Michael's icy glare, they held back.
Michael turned to me and said, "Let's go; I'll see you out."
I gave him a grateful glance and followed him outside.
Everyone around us instinctively made way.
Kevin watched us leave, his face darkening, but he didn't move to stop us.
The moment I stepped out of the church, I took a deep, steady breath.
The sunlight outside was dazzling, yet it made me feel incredibly at ease.
I finally stepped outside.

Michael Lancaster led me to a sleek black car.
"Get in." He opened the door and said to me.
I hesitated for a moment, then got in.
The car glided smoothly along the road, the cabin wrapped in silence.
I stared out at the receding landscape, emotions churning inside me.
I didn't know where Michael Lancaster was taking me, nor could I guess what lay ahead.
"Where are you taking me?" I couldn't help but ask.
Michael Lancaster glanced at me and said, "My place."
"You can stay at my place for now. Once you've figured out what to do next, you can decide."
I was taken aback for a moment. "Go to your place? Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"
"It's no problem."
Michael said calmly, "Besides, I have an empty room at my place."
I didn't say anything else, feeling a little unsettled by Michael's attitude.
Why was he willing to help me?
Why did he want me to stay at his place?
We weren't close before; we'd only met a few times at Kevin River's gatherings.
Soon, the car pulled up in front of a villa.
This villa is huge, and the surroundings are beautiful. It looks truly luxurious.
Michael Lancaster led me into the villa, which was decorated in a simple yet elegant style.
"You can stay in this room for now."
Michael opened the door to a guest room. "There are toiletries inside. You can rest here for a bit."
"Thank you, Michael." I said sincerely.
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know what would have happened to me today.
Michael nodded. "Get some good rest. If you need anything, just let me know."
With that, he turned and walked away.
I entered the room, closed the door behind me, and collapsed onto the bed.
So much happened today, my mind is still in turmoil.
I touched my belly and whispered softly, "Baby, thank you."
If it weren't for the baby's reminder, I might still be kept in the dark by Kevin River.
For the next few days, I stayed at Michael Lancaster's house.
Michael was rarely home, leaving early and coming back late every day.
He didn't ask me anything about Kevin River, nor did he show any unusual reaction toward me.
This way of being together made me feel at ease, yet it also deepened my curiosity about him.
After a few days, I started feeling unwell and wanted to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.
After telling Michael Lancaster, I went to the hospital on my own.
The hospital was crowded. I waited in line to register, then headed to the obstetrics and gynecology department.
As I waited for my number to be called, a familiar voice reached me.
"Well, if it isn't Jane Quentin."
I looked up and saw Kevin's mother and Wendy Sullivan.
Wendy wore a loose dress, her hand resting on her belly, a smug smile playing on her lips.
Kevin's mother looked at me with nothing but contempt.
Not wanting to get tangled up with them, I stood up to leave.
But Wendy blocked my way.
"Jane Quentin, where do you think you're running off to?"
"What, feeling guilty after seeing me with Auntie?"
I stared at her coldly. "Move aside."
"I won't."
Wendy Sullivan smiled and said, "I just want you to see how well I'm doing now."
"Kevin River loves me deeply and is eagerly awaiting our baby."
"Unlike you, carrying a child without even knowing whose it is, abandoned by Kevin River."
Her words stabbed into my heart like needles.
I clenched my anger and said, "How I live is none of your business."
"You'd better not mess with me."
"So what if I annoy you?"
Wendy Sullivan said arrogantly, "You're just a woman nobody wants now; I can mess with you however I like."
Kevin's mother chimed in from the side, "Exactly! Jane Quentin, don't think you can still oppose our River Family like before."
"You're nothing but a joke now!"
I looked at their ugly faces, my heart filling with disgust.
"Are you done talking?"
I took a deep breath. "If you're finished, step aside. I still have a prenatal checkup."
"Prenatal checkup?"
Wendy sneered, "The child in your belly isn't even Kevin's, so who exactly are you doing that checkup for?"
"Maybe the child in your womb belongs to some random man."
I couldn't hold back anymore and raised my hand to hit her.

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