The Future Mother-in-Law Cancelled Our Wedding, Blaming My Illness on Infidelity
Not long ago, my life seemed like a fairy tale. I had a loving fiancé, felt on the verge of becoming a mother, and was eagerly preparing for our wedding. But one hospital visit shattered everything I cherished, leaving me in emptiness and despair.
My fiancé, Andrew, and I were making plans for the future. We rented a cozy flat in Manchester and dreamed of our wedding. Our evenings were spent together, enjoying each other’s warmth and silence. A month before the big day, I started experiencing morning sickness. My heart hinted that this was the miracle I’d been dreaming of. Yet, I didn’t rush to tell Andrew—I wanted it to be a surprise, a moment of joy. That day, I headed to my parents’ place to share the happiness with my mum.
In the taxi, I felt dizzy, but shrugged it off as fatigue. At home, Mum brewed chamomile tea, and I felt better for a while. But by night, a fever gripped me as if fire was consuming me from within. Though I resisted, Mum called for an ambulance, ignoring my protests. The doctor, after checking on me, turned pale and gave his verdict:
— Immediate trip to A&E. Suspected ectopic pregnancy.
Those words hit like a thunderbolt. I had longed to give Andrew a child, but now that dream crumbled to dust, leaving only fear and pain.
I came to after surgery in the hospital room, the tired doctor looking at me with sympathy.
— I’m sorry, dear. We barely saved you.
Only upon discharge did I comprehend his apology. They saved my life but took away the hope of becoming a mother forever. I didn’t have the courage to tell Andrew the truth. The fear that he would turn away, knowing I couldn’t give him children, was suffocating. He loves kids so much! At home, I lied and said it was a routine check-up. I wasn’t sure if he believed me, but his mother, Barbara, certainly suspected something was amiss.
A week before the wedding, Andrew and I planned to take a break, to relax before the celebrations. But work consumed me—I was finishing an important project while Andrew stayed home. Finally free earlier than expected, I returned home, eager to see his smile. As I entered, I overheard a snippet of conversation that froze my blood. Barbara’s voice resounded:
— I told you she still runs off to that Simon! A week in gynaecology and you’re not even bothered!
— Mum, it was just a check-up… — Andrew tried to object.
— Wake up! She’s had an abortion! A botched one, at that. I’m a woman; I know why you get admitted to the hospital. The wedding should be called off. It won’t be a celebration, but a disgrace!
The world blurred before my eyes, and I collapsed. When I woke up, Andrew and his mother were there. Barbara forced a smile:
— Awake, dear? Have some sweet tea. You and Andrew need to talk. I’ll leave you to it.
I was paralyzed with horror, and Andrew started speaking:
— Laura, how are you feeling? We need to discuss something. The wedding will have to be postponed. You’re too weak. Get better, then we can marry.
— Andrew, are you serious? It’s not my health you’re concerned about…
— What do you mean?
— I heard your conversation! You think I had an abortion because I was unfaithful?
He averted his eyes, which was worse than any words.
— I love you, so I’m willing to forgive. Everyone makes mistakes. But I need time.
— Forgive?! I never cheated on you! It was an ectopic pregnancy; I almost died! I kept it from you to spare your feelings. And now you’re leaving me because of your mother’s nonsense?!
— I know Simon still loves you. He told me himself. Perhaps you gave in to old feelings…
— That never happened!
— Then why hide the diagnosis?
— I was afraid of losing you! Now I can’t give you children!
— Laura, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. I need time to think. We’ll postpone the wedding, and I’ll stay with my parents for a while.
He packed up and left without glancing back. My pain, my health—it didn’t matter. He was consumed by imaginary suspicions. It’s the end. My world crumbled in an instant.
While he’s at his parents’ place, Barbara will ensure his mind is poisoned. I’ve been left alone—without a fiancé, without a child, and without hope. How do you go on when everything you loved has turned to ashes? I don’t know.
