Future Mother-in-Law Canceled Our Wedding, Blaming My Illness on Infidelity
Until recently, my life felt like a fairy tale. I had a loving partner, felt the joy of potential motherhood, and was eagerly preparing for my wedding. But a single hospital visit shattered everything I held dear, leaving me in a void of despair.
My fiancé, Alex, and I were making plans for our future: we had rented a cozy flat in Manchester and dreamed about our wedding. We spent our evenings together, enjoying each other’s company. A month before the big day, I started experiencing morning sickness. My heart whispered that it was the miracle I’d hoped for. However, I didn’t rush to tell Alex; I wanted to surprise him and gift him a moment of happiness. That day, I went to visit my parents to share the joy with my mum.
In the taxi, dizziness overwhelmed me, but I dismissed it as just fatigue. At home, Mum made chamomile tea, and I felt a bit better, yet that night, a fever gripped my body like a consuming fire. Despite my resistance, Mum called an ambulance. The doctor, examining me, went pale with concern:
— We need to get you into emergency care immediately. Suspected ectopic pregnancy.
Those words struck like a bolt of lightning. I had dreamed of giving Alex a child, and now that dream had turned to dust, leaving only fear and pain.
I awoke after surgery in the hospital room, where a weary doctor looked at me sympathetically.
— I’m sorry, dear. We barely managed to save you.
It was upon discharge that I understood his apology. They had saved my life, but my chances of becoming a mother were taken forever. I couldn’t bring myself to tell Alex the truth — the fear that he’d turn away upon knowing I couldn’t give him children choked me. He loves kids so much! At home, I lied, saying I had a routine check-up. I’m not sure if he believed me, but his mother, Mrs. Thompson, certainly suspected something was wrong.
A week before the wedding, we planned to take time off to relax before the celebration. But work kept me busy — I was finishing an important project, while Alex managed things at home. Finally free earlier than expected, I returned home, anticipating his smile. But upon entering, I overheard a conversation that chilled me to the bone. Mrs. Thompson’s voice boomed:
— I told you she’s still seeing that Tom! Spent a week in gynecology, and you’re none the wiser!
— Mum, it was just a check-up… — Alex tried to argue.
— Wake up! She had an abortion! And apparently a botched one. I’m a woman; I know why they admit someone to the hospital. You’re a lovestruck fool! The wedding needs canceling. It’ll be a disgrace, not a celebration!
The world spun, and I fainted. When I came to, Alex and his mother were there. Mrs. Thompson forced a smile:
— You’re awake, dear? Have some sweet tea. You and Alex need to talk. I’ll leave you to it.
Horror silenced me, but Alex spoke at once:
— Emma, how are you doing? We need to discuss things. We’ll need to postpone the wedding. You’re too unwell. Get better first, and then we’ll marry.
— Alex, are you serious? You’re not worried about my health…
— What do you mean?
— I heard your conversation! Do you also think I had an abortion due to infidelity?
He looked away, and that hurt more 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! I had an ectopic pregnancy, almost died! I hid it to spare your feelings. And you’re leaving me because of your mother’s nonsense?!
— I know Tom still loves you. He told me himself. Maybe you couldn’t resist old feelings…
— That never happened!
— Then why keep the diagnosis secret?
— I was afraid of losing you! Now I can’t give you a child!
— Emma, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. I need to think. We’ll postpone the wedding, and I’ll stay with my parents.
He left without another look. My pain, my health — he didn’t care. His mind was consumed by fabricated suspicions. This is the end. My world crumbled in an instant.
While he’s with his parents, Mrs. Thompson will surely poison his mind further. I’m left alone — without a fiancé, without a child, without hope. How do I continue when everything I loved has turned to ashes? I don’t know.
