My Groom Announced His Mistress’s Pregnancy at Our Wedding Novel – Midway through what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, my childhood sweetheart’s secretary, Celeste Vauren, made her grand entrance… visibly pregnant.
Everett Calloway stood by her side, his gaze meeting mine without a flicker of remorse. “I know I can’t marry Celeste,” he declared, his voice steady, “but I promised her a wedding and a complete family for our child.” “From today on,” he continued, his tone almost casual, “she will also be my wife. And you—you must love the child in her belly as if it were your own.” The room erupted in hushed murmurs, the air thick with shock and disbelief. My parents’ faces burned with fury.
They pulled me aside, their voices trembling as they urged me to leave, to spare myself this public humiliation. On the other side, my in-laws pleaded with me to stay, their words laced with hollow appeals to “think of the bigger picture” and “complete the ceremony.” All I could do was glance at Everett’s indifferent expression and Celeste’s smug smirk. Then, I smiled.
I ripped the corsage from my chest and flung it at Celeste. Turning to Everett, I said with a grin, “A wedding for three? How tasteless. I’ll step aside and let her be the bride today.” “Congratulations on your pregnancy,” I added, my voice dripping with mockery. “It’s your wedding now!” I clapped loudly, the sound echoing through the stunned silence of the hall.
Everett’s face darkened. “Lilia,” he snapped, “today is our big day, and you have to make a scene, don’t you?” The audacity of him calling me the one making a scene! At my own wedding, no less, where he’d just declared his intention to marry both me and his pregnant mistress. Did he really think I’d just accept this?