My Fiancé's Surrogate Plan Made Me Leave Chapter 1

A month before our wedding, my fiance decides to father a child with his late best friend's widow.

I don't lose it or make a scene. Instead, I calmly send him a text.

"There are plenty of ways for her to become a mother. Why does she have to have your baby?"

A second later, he calls and accuses me of being unreasonable.

"My best friend entrusted her to me on his deathbed. She doesn't know anyone here, and I'm all she has. Why is it such a big deal if I have a child with her? Besides, we're using IVF. It's not like we're sleeping together, and I'm still going to marry you."

I smile as I text him back.

"Don't bother. I'm marrying someone else, so you two can have each other."

* * *

Everyone at the table kept glancing at me, clearly dying to ask something but unsure how to bring it up.

I knew exactly what they wanted to know. Isabelle Morris was getting further along in her pregnancy, and the baby she was carrying wasn't her late husband's.

It was my fiance's.

That alone was enough to have everyone talking, especially since I hadn't made a scene about it.

Eventually, my former classmate couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.

"Mikayla, did something come up on Jonathan's way here? What's taking him so long?"

I didn't even look up. "We're not together anymore. We broke up."

Everyone froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Come on. Don't joke about that! Everyone knows how much you two love each other. You're practically married already. There's no way you'd break up!"

They had a point.

Jonathan Clancy and I had made it through all those difficult years together, so why had he changed now that we had finally settled into a comfortable life?

Before I could answer, the door suddenly swung open.

Jonathan walked in, followed closely by Isabelle, the other person everyone had been gossiping about.

He didn't even spare me a glance.

Instead, he pulled out a chair and helped Isabelle settle into her seat before explaining, "Isabelle was having some stomach pains, so I took her to the hospital to make sure the baby was okay. That's why we're late."

The smiles immediately disappeared from everyone's faces.

One of our classmates rubbed his nose awkwardly. "What's going on, man? It's only been a few days, and you're already showing up with another woman?"

Jonathan began wiping down Isabelle's silverware as he answered casually, "Don't start. I'm just looking after Isabelle for Peter. Nothing is going on between us."

Nobody at the table was buying that excuse.

Still, another classmate quickly tried to smooth things over. "Alright, alright. Enough joking around. Mikayla's been waiting for you forever, Jonathan. Go sit with her!"

To everyone's surprise, Jonathan didn't budge.

He remained comfortably seated beside Isabelle and replied with contempt, "You can't compare Mikayla to Isabelle. Isabelle's pregnant, so obviously she needs more attention."

Ignoring the uncomfortable looks around the table, he leaned toward Isabelle and reassured her softly, "Don't worry. I won't let anyone give you a hard time, especially not when I'm around."

The lively atmosphere immediately turned awkward.

This reunion was supposed to be an opportunity for old classmates to catch up, and everyone had assumed Jonathan would at least have the decency to keep things civil.

Instead, he'd actually brought his mistress along without giving a damn about how humiliating it was for me.

Before long, the looks directed at me were filled with pity.

I simply continued eating, unbothered by the two of them or everyone else's reaction.

Jonathan, however, seemed irritated by my indifference.

He set his fork down and snapped, "When we're done eating, get yourself a cab home. I need to take Isabelle back, so I won't have time for you."

Isabelle immediately bit her lip, looking frightened and apologetic.

"But Mikayla's your future wife, Jonathan. I'm only the mother of your child. You should take her home first…"

The way she said it, anyone who didn't know better would've thought I was the other woman.

I put my fork down and slowly turned toward them.

"Don't bother. My boyfriend's already waiting for me downstairs."