Sunlight filtered through my bedroom curtains as I admired my wedding dress and finally perfected my winged eyeliner. Suddenly, the doorbell rang early—it wasn’t my maid of honor, but a car seat left on my doorstep, with a sleeping baby inside and a note saying, “The baby is Nate’s. Ask him.”
Shocked and tearful, I confronted Nate at the ceremony, carrying the baby down the aisle. He confessed the child wasn’t his, but his estranged sister’s—who had recently abandoned the baby. Nate had hidden this secret, fearing it would ruin our relationship.
Despite the betrayal, I decided to accept the baby as family. The wedding continued in unexpected chaos but with new hope. Nate’s mother promised to help, and we faced the future together—messy, real, and full of love.
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