His Pregnant Ex-Wife Crashed Our Wedding Novel – James Carter’s ex-wife, three months pregnant, had returned to the country. Inside the wedding car, he shoved me out without a trace of hesitation and said with chilling calm, “Go catch a cab to the venue yourself. Sophie got lost at the airport.” “The baby’s mine. She and the child are my lifelong responsibility. I’ll take care of them until she finds someone new.” I asked hoarsely, “What about me?” His eyes were firm.
“You are my one true love. My future.” The next second, he shut the car door, and a fleet of wedding vehicles drove away, leaving me behind. There I stood on the roadside in my wedding dress, crying and laughing like a complete fool. As my phone kept buzzing with familiar vibrations, I wiped my tears away. The man on the phone pouted, “Olivia, I just joked about crashing the wedding—I didn’t think you’d actually bail on it!” I replied calmly, “No need to crash it. Let’s just get married.” … I bought new clothes at the mall, changed, and tossed the wedding dress into my suitcase.
When I turned on my phone, I saw dozens of missed calls from friends and family. James? Just a few messages. Each one like a dagger straight to the heart: “Olivia, I can’t reach you.” “Sophie stepped in as the bride for now. We already had a wedding when I married her, so this is just to make it up to her.” “You should thank Sophie. She’s pregnant and still wore such a heavy gown—she really pushed herself.” “By the way, I’m taking her home. She’ll stay with me until she gives birth and can stand on her own.” “You know she’s my ex-wife.
I can’t just abandon her. You don’t want me to be some heartless bastard, do you?” I stared at the screen, my lips curling into a bitter smile. Yeah. He’s a man of loyalty and responsibility. He just saves all of it… for Sophia Turner. When Sophia’s boyfriend died, James flew overnight to France to attend the funeral. There was nothing I could do to stop him. To him, it was only right. “Olivia, she’s my ex-wife. Maybe not love, but there’s still a bond. She needs me right now.” And what did that flight mean, all twelve thousand kilometers of it? Just making sure he could personally deliver the arrow straight through my heart.
That pilot might as well have been strangled by an invisible hand. I tilted my head back, blinking furiously, refusing to let the tears fall. I went home and packed. I was done with this ridiculous farce. But the moment I opened the door, there she was—Sophie, wearing an apron, bustling around the dinner table. When she saw me, she greeted me like the lady of the house. “You must be Liv, right? Let’s just call each other sisters from now on. Come, have a seat. Dinner’s just ready.” James stood beside her, naturally helping untie her apron, his fingers lingering at her waist. “I told you to let the housekeeper cook. You’re pregnant, how can you be in the kitchen?” Sophie wiped the corner of her eye and murmured, “But… you always loved my cooking.
You’ve lost so much weight since you came back home these last two years.” James, all tender concern, rushed to wipe her tears. “There, there. With you here taking care of me, I’ll gain it all back in no time.” Then he turned to me with a grin. “Olivia, come try Sophie’s cooking. Honestly, I’ve been craving this for two years.” I stared at him fussing over her and suddenly realized— It wasn’t the food he missed. It was the person who made it. No wonder every time I cooked, he said he had no appetite.
It wasn’t the taste. It was that even his appetite belonged only to Sophie. Bitterness rose in my chest. I turned and walked straight toward the bedroom.