My Fiancé’s Secret: The Twelve-Week Pregnancy That Exposed Everything
Part 1: The Question That Silenced the Room
— Ádám, have you figured out how you’re going to explain this to Eszter?
Nelli laughed as she raised her glass, resting her other hand on her barely visible stomach.
— I’m not afraid of her, but you know what she’s like. When she discovers that you’re the biological father of my baby, she’ll probably make a scene. She might even cancel the wedding.
I stood behind the half-open sliding door, listening.
Inside the dining room, Nelli’s parents and Ádám’s family were celebrating together. Champagne, cake, and an ultrasound photograph lay on the table. They were celebrating a baby that apparently belonged to my future husband.
Ádám’s mother waved her hand dismissively.
— Eszter? Don’t worry about her. She’s been chasing my son for ten years. She knows perfectly well that he’ll soon be promoted to a senior position at the clinic. She should be grateful he’s marrying her at all.
Ádám smiled.
— Mother is right. Eszter won’t dare cancel the wedding.
I took out my phone and called my father.
— Dad, withdraw the personal recommendation you gave Ádám for his promotion.
