My ex-wife unexpectedly showed up pregnant on my wedding day.

My ex-wife unexpectedly showed up pregnant on my wedding day. But a question from the new bride was what made me face an unexpected truth.

At that time, I was Phong, a talented and ambitious student. On the outside, I had it all: attractive good looks, excellent academic records. But deep inside was the inferiority complex of a poor boy, always struggling with the burden of making a living. My life was a series of part-time jobs, from serving at a coffee shop to tutoring, to have enough money to pay for my university dream. In that world, love was something far away, a concept that I did not dare to touch.

Then Chi appeared, radiant and gorgeous like a princess. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, surrounded by silk and velvet. Chi was infatuated with me, with an enthusiastic and innocent infatuation. She did not hesitate to help me, bought me sumptuous meals, and gave me clothes that I could not even dream of. At first, I refused, my pride as a poor boy did not allow me to accept. “I just want you to eat well,” she said, her eyes bright. But then, when I was at risk of having to drop out of school because I could not pay the tuition, Chi quietly paid for me. I was stunned, feeling both grateful and humiliated. Chi had bought me with money, and I, in a cowardly way, had accepted.

We started a relationship. But there was always an invisible wall between Chi and me. It wasn’t love, it was a transaction. She gave me money, opportunities, and I returned it with my presence. The dates were awkward. I always kept my distance, not daring to touch her. “Is there something wrong with you?” Chi asked, her eyes filled with worry. “No, I’m just tired.” I replied, trying to avoid her eyes. As each day passed, I told myself, as soon as I graduated, had a stable job, I would return everything, and then I would be free.

Life was not as I expected. After graduating, I was at a crossroads. Should I stay in the city or go back to my hometown? Chi and her family made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: marry Chi, and I would have a solid position in their company. Greed overcame my reason. I nodded and agreed to get married. I traded my heart and freedom for a comfortable life. On the wedding day, I wore a groom’s suit, stood next to Chi, and felt like a fake. My bride was gorgeous, but I couldn’t feel any happiness.

Three years of marriage, three years of living in a big house where I always felt like a stranger. Chi tried to be a perfect wife, but the harder she tried, the more she pushed me away. I couldn’t stand her closeness. Every time she tried to hug me, I felt disgusted. “Are you avoiding me?” she asked, her voice trembling. I could only avoid her, making excuses about being busy with work. The hatred grew more and more, it gnawed at my soul, making me irritable and heartless.

“Phong, we’ve been married for three years, why don’t we have children?” Chi asked, her voice full of worry. That question was like a knife stabbing me. I snapped: “You’re healthy and normal. Maybe I have a problem.” I blamed her, avoiding going to the doctor. I was afraid of facing the truth, afraid of admitting that I was infertile. Moreover, at that time, my job was stable. I no longer depended on her family. I wanted to end this boring marriage, to find true love, someone I could love.

My indifference finally killed Chi’s heart. One day, she placed a divorce petition on the table. “If you are not happy, I will set you free.” She said, her eyes empty. I signed the divorce papers, feeling an unusual sense of relief. We broke up, without a single tear, without a single word of reproach. I knew I had hurt her too much.

After the divorce, I rushed into a new relationship. That person was Mai, a beautiful, talented and intelligent female partner. I felt a strong vibration that I had never felt with Chi. We fell in love passionately, and after a year, we decided to get married. On the wedding day, I did not invite Chi, because I thought she had no reason to come. I wanted to start a new life, without the shadow of the past.

But fate is ironic,…

Chi appeared. She was wearing a white maternity dress, walking into the hall, attracting everyone’s attention. Whispers started to rise. I stood there, stunned, my heart pounding. I didn’t understand what was happening. What was she doing here? Did she want to ruin my wedding?

Chi walked over to us, standing opposite Mai and me. “Phong,” she said, her voice trembling. “If I could go back in time, I would never love a man who didn’t love me, who only used me for money. In this life, I regret marrying you.” Chi’s words were like a slap in the face. The whole room fell silent. I just wanted to crawl into the ground. Chi turned and walked away, leaving a large void in the space.

“Wait!” Mai called out. “Whose child is that in your belly?” Mai’s question startled me. We had been divorced for more than a year, the fetus was definitely not mine. So why, after three years of living together, we had no children? Could it be that the infertile person was not Chi, but me? A panic attack came over me. My thoughts were in chaos, I didn’t know what to do, what to say. The whole room was holding its breath, waiting for an answer.

Chi turned around and looked straight into my eyes. “Three years of living with Phong, I tried everything to have a child, but failed. He always blamed me. I went to the doctor, and my health was completely normal. After the divorce, I met another man. On the first night, I got pregnant. He was not infertile.” Chi’s words were like a thunderbolt. The wedding bouquet in Mai’s hand fell, each white petal falling on the floor. Her face was pale, her eyes looking at me full of doubt and disappointment. As for me, I stood there, like a statue, unable to move, unable to think. Everything I tried to hide was exposed.

“I can’t go on!” Mai said, her voice trembling but determined. “We need to stop this wedding.” She looked at me with pain in her eyes, “I want you to go get an infertility test. Then we can think about living together.” I tried to comfort her, “Calm down, we’ll talk after the wedding.” But she didn’t listen. “My brother and his wife were married for 9 years without children, spent so much money on treatment and still had to divorce. I don’t want to follow in their footsteps. I don’t want to get married for the first time to an infertile man.” Her words were like a knife stabbing into my heart. I was in pain and ashamed, but I couldn’t blame anyone.

I stood there, in the middle of a crowded auditorium, feeling so lonely. I had no right to blame my ex-wife or my new wife. It was all my fault. I was too selfish, too calculating. I had sown bad seeds, and now I had to reap bitter fruits. All my life, I had chased after frivolous things, sold my conscience, sold my love, and now I had nothing left. My wedding had become a tragicomedy, and I was the most pitiful main character. If I had one wish, I would wish I could go back in time, hug Chi tightly and say: “Thank you, for everything.” But it was too late. Happiness had slipped away from my hands, because I had thrown it away with my own hands.

I returned home, the house was strangely empty. Mai had left, leaving behind her wedding dress and bouquet of flowers. Her phone was off. I called her, her parents, but no one answered. I understood, she did not want to see me anymore. I had destroyed my own happiness. In that moment, I remembered Chi again. How she had loved me. What she had sacrificed for me. I had taken advantage of her, trampled on her feelings. And now, I had to accept the consequences.

One night, I got drunk and wandered the familiar streets. The streets I used to walk with Chi. I remembered the times she held my hand, but I always tried to pull it away. I remembered the times she cooked for me, but I always said I didn’t want to eat. I remembered the times she asked me: “Do you love me?”, and I always kept quiet. Now, I wanted to shout: “I love you! Chi! I love you!”. But was it too late?

The next morning, I decided to go for a check-up. The test results shocked me. I was completely healthy. There was no infertility. So why couldn’t Chi and I have children? Was it because I was avoiding her? I had destroyed my own happiness. I ran to Chi’s house. She had moved away. The neighbors said she had moved back to her hometown. I looked up the address and went there.

When I met Chi again, she was happy with her new man. Her belly was bigger. She looked at me, without hatred, only calmness. “What are you doing here?” she asked. All I could say was: “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” Tears rolled down my face. I told her everything. My new wife had left, I had gone to the doctor and found out I was not infertile. I was just a bad person, I had hurt her.

Chi listened to me, she didn’t blame me, didn’t resent me. “You go home. Everything is in the past.” I knelt down, begging her forgiveness. “You hurt me. But you’re not sterile. Can we start over?” Chi smiled, a sad smile. “You’re crazy. You already have another wife, what else do you want?” “She’s gone. You’re the only one I love.” I said.

Chi was silent for a while. Then she said, “Live well. This life is not a game. I have forgiven you, but we can’t go back. I have found my happiness. Leave me alone. And go find yours.” I stood up and left. This time, I understood. I couldn’t go back to the past. I had lost her forever.

I returned to the city, started over. I resigned, sold the big house, opened a small shop. I worked, learned to live alone. I stopped chasing money and fame. I learned to love myself, and learned to forgive myself for my mistakes. One day, a girl came to buy something. She looked at me, her eyes warm. We talked, and I realized, this is the person I was looking for. I learned my lesson. Love is not a commodity, and happiness cannot be bought with money. I found true love, a love that comes from sincerity and kindness.

We got married. My wedding this time was simple but cozy. No fancy guests, just friends and relatives. I was no longer afraid, no longer hiding. I was true to myself. We had a child, a cute baby boy. One day, my wife and I went out. I saw Chi, she was holding her baby. She looked at me, smiled. A smile of forgiveness and peace. I understood, we had truly let go of the past. Happiness had come to us, in different ways.

I found my happiness, not by possessing, but by learning to give and receive. I sowed bitter fruits, but in the end, I reaped sweet fruits. I lived a life full of mistakes, but I learned the most valuable lesson: True love is not about possession, but about respect and sincerity.