The Mom-to-be's Counterattack

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confided to his friends, "I was in a tight spot, and wh

knows about the wedding, she's been on her bes

-up call like this

ry Jillian? I always thought you hated

rked, "We haven't even signed t

ne, I'll still be the

eart pounding as I hid th

e, you won't ha

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at the club where they were gathering, intending to drop off some stomach medicine for him. Unexpect

retrieved the hospital test results. I was eight weeks pregnant. This was supposed to be t

birthday, my relatives were visiting, and it was a rare occasion for the whole family to gather for a meal. Darin

t wronged and confronted him, but he didn't care. He said her parents had watched him grow up, and it was only righ

years. He wasn't the type to be considerate or coaxing. Every time we had a conflict, he just gave me the co

s stunned, then overwhelmed with joy. I rushed into the next room to hug him. "Okay! Let's get married!" He was surprised f

py, so happy that I overlooked his absence from the entire wedding planning process. He had always been indifferent and busy with work, neve

he made in a moment of carelessness, a tool for him to flirt with another woman. I squeezed the

and his face was nestled against her neck in an intimate manner. Melany, Darin's business partner. She smiled a

omised me he'd behave better from now on." She smiled,

ting married. Entangling with someone else's fiancé-

. You have no idea who you're marrying. Do you know how much the Jenkins family is worth? Do you know h

y to confine a high-status man with your love. They may

on his collar, and I smiled bitterly. Childhood friends for twenty-two years, Melany

ed breakfast at the office, Darin called me to the president's office. Melany sat casually in the boss's chair, relaxe

ment of the design department. Ha