My Unborn Baby Uncovers A Lie

Today is my wedding day. A red carpet stretched from the church entrance all the way to the altar. White roses wrapped around the pillars on both sides, filling the air with a sweet, cloying fragrance. I wore a pure white wedding dress, clutching the bouquet tightly, my fingertips pale. I was waiting for Kevin River. The man I had loved for eight years. Suddenly, the church doors swung open. A cold gust swept in, carrying the scent of dust from outside. Everyone's eyes turned toward the entrance. I turned my head as well. A woman in a white dress, wearing a veil, stood there. It's Wendy Sullivan. That junior who's always been trailing behind Kevin River. Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streaking down her face as she stared straight at Kevin River by the Altar. Kevin River's expression darkened instantly. It was the first time I had seen him lose his temper. He was usually so gentle; no matter how angry, he never showed such a cold expression. "Wendy, you need to leave." Kevin River's voice was low but carried undeniable authority. Wendy didn't move; she just kept crying, her gaze fixed tightly on Kevin River. The guests around us began whispering. Some took out their cell phones to take pictures, while others whispered among themselves. My heart sank little by little. Kevin River looked at me, a pleading look in his eyes. "Jane, I just need to say a few words to her; I'll be right back." I looked at him, then glanced at Wendy Sullivan standing by the door. After a few seconds of silence, I nodded. Kevin River quickly walked over to Wendy and lowered his voice to speak to her. Wendy grew even more agitated, gripping Kevin's arm as if begging him. Kevin River forcefully shook off her hand, his expression growing even darker. In the end, Wendy Sullivan wiped away her tears and left the church, glancing back every few steps. Kevin River took a deep breath, adjusted his suit jacket, and walked back to stand before me. He took my hand, his eyes so tender they seemed to overflow with emotion. "Jane, I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you." "Now, let's continue with the wedding." The pastor cleared his throat and began to recite the vows. At the proposal moment, Kevin River knelt on one knee, holding the ring box in his hand. "Jane, marry me." "I'll treat you well for the rest of my life and love you forever." His eyes were sincere, his voice earnest. On any other day, I would have said yes without hesitation. But just then, I suddenly heard a tiny voice. So faint, as if it was coming from inside my belly. "Mom, don't believe him." "He's lying to you." "He just kissed that woman." I was stunned. Was that the baby's voice? I looked down and touched my belly; there wasn't even a visible bump yet. But that voice was so clear. Kevin River was still kneeling on the ground, looking at me expectantly. The guests around us were also waiting for my answer. I lifted my head and met Kevin River's eyes. Those eyes, which I had once believed were full of love, now seemed clouded with a veil of fog. "I will not marry you." My voice was soft, but in the quiet church, it rang out clearly. The smile on Kevin River's face froze. The pastor also paused, staring at me in surprise. "Jane, what did you say?" Kevin River stood up, grabbed my arm, his voice trembling with disbelief. The crowd immediately erupted into chaos. Voices of gossip and gasps surged one after another. Someone stood up to accuse me, while others frantically pulled out their cell phones to film. My mind went completely blank, with only the baby's voice ringing in my ears. "Mom, he's a liar. Don't be with him." Amid the chaos, a figure hurriedly stepped onto the altar. It was my mother. Her face drained of color, she approached me and slapped me across the face. The sharp, crisp sound of the slap echoed clearly. My cheek instantly burned with pain. "Jane Quentin! Have you lost your mind?" "Do you even realize what day it is today?" "You're pregnant, using your pregnancy to threaten Kevin River, and now you're publicly breaking off the engagement—do you want to destroy yourself?" I covered my burning cheeks, staring at the woman in front of me. She was my mother, yet at this moment, her eyes held nothing but anger and accusation—no hint of pity. "Mom, am I really your biological daughter?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them.