On My Wedding, I Became The Viewer While The Other Woman Became The Bride

Halfway through my wedding with my childhood sweetheart, his secretary, Gloria Jameson, suddenly appeared … pregnant.

Brian Burrell supported her and looked at me without a trace of guilt as he told me, "I know I can't marry Gloria, but I promised to give her a wedding and provide our child with a complete family."

"From today on, she will also be my wife. You must love the child in her belly as if it were your own."

The guests whispered among themselves, their faces showing a mix of shock and disbelief. My parents obviously looked furious. They pulled me aside and urged me to leave, saying they couldn't stand this humiliation.

On the other hand, my in-laws tried to persuade me to stay, saying I should think about the bigger picture and complete the wedding. The only thing I could do was to glance at my childhood sweetheart’s indifferent face and Gloria’s smug expression. Then, I smiled.

I pulled off the corsage from my chest and threw it at Gloria.

Turning to my childhood sweetheart, I said with a grin, "A wedding for three? How tasteless. I'll step back and let her be the bride today."

"Congratulations on your pregnancy … it’s your wedding now!"

Then, I clapped loudly.

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The entire hall fell silent in shock.

Brian's face darkened. "Sabrina, today is our big day and you have to make a scene, don’t you?"

He had the audacity to call me the one making a scene!

At my own wedding, he openly supported his pregnant mistress and declared he would marry both of us.

Did he think I would just accept this?

I snatched the microphone from the MC and spoke loudly, "Thank you all for coming. There has been a slight change of plans, but don’t worry ... the wedding will continue. Only the bride has changed."

"Today’s couple is getting married because of pregnancy, so let’s send them our blessings."

The entire room remained silent.

Brian’s expression turned even darker and his parents' faces twisted in embarrassment.

I ignored them and walked toward my parents, forcing a smile, as I said to them, "Dad, Mom, let’s go home."

Guilt filled my heart. My parents had never experienced such humiliation in their lives. And it was all … because of me.

My mother held my hand tightly, her eyes full of distress. My father stood up, bowed to the guests and said, "I have arranged another party. Everyone’s gift money has been returned. Tonight, I will treat you all."

Watching my father bow, my heart ached. In my entire life, I had never seen my father bow to anyone. He had always been strong and proud. But today, because of me…

Even though Brian and I were childhood sweethearts, my parents had always opposed our relationship.

We had countless arguments about him. I used to think they were being unfair, that they were simply biased against Brian. But now I understood how sharp their judgment was. They had seen the truth long before I did.

Brian was never worthy of my love!

I used to believe that he loved me as much as I loved him. I thought he would never marry anyone but me. Since childhood, I had followed him, watched his every move and adored him silently.

Fifteen years had passed.

Fifteen years was such a long time. Even a heart made of stone should have softened. But Brian’s never did.

That man remained distant, always flirting with other women.

Whenever Brian saw me, he always got annoyed. But no matter how many times he pushed me away, I kept going back to him, like a moth drawn to a flame even though I knew that I would get burned but unable to turn away.

I thought that, one day, the man would finally see my worth and love me wholeheartedly. But reality slapped me in the face. He even had a child with his secretary. Then, he brought her to our wedding!

Brian dared to humiliate me in front of my family, friends and everyone I knew without a single thought for my feelings.