My future mother-in-law canceled our wedding, blaming my illness on infidelity.
Until recently, my life seemed like a fairy tale. I had a loving partner, I thought I would soon become a mom, and I was eagerly preparing for our wedding. But one hospital visit shattered everything I cherished, leaving me with emptiness and despair.
My fiancé, Andrew, and I were making future plans: we rented a cozy flat in York, dreaming about the wedding. We spent many quiet evenings together, enjoying each other’s company. A month before the ceremony, I started experiencing morning sickness. My heart whispered it was the miracle I had been dreaming of. But I held off telling Andrew—I wanted to surprise him and share a moment of happiness. That day, I visited my parents, eager to share my joy with my mom.
During the taxi ride, I felt dizzy, but I brushed it off as fatigue. At home, my mom made me some chamomile tea, which eased my discomfort, but later that night, a fever consumed me, as if I were burning from the inside. Despite my resistance, my mom called an ambulance. The doctor examined me and turned pale:
“Emergency to the ICU. Suspected ectopic pregnancy.”
Those words hit like a thunderclap. I had been so eager to give Andrew a child, and now that dream crumbled, leaving only fear and pain.
I awoke after surgery in the hospital ward to see the weary doctor looking at me with sympathy.
“Sorry, dear. We barely saved you.”
It was only upon discharge that I realized why he apologized. They had saved my life but took away any hope of motherhood forever. I couldn’t bear to tell Andrew the truth—the fear that he would leave, knowing I couldn’t give him children, silenced me. He adored kids! At home, I lied, saying I’d just been for a routine check-up. I don’t know if he believed me, but his mother, Mary, definitely suspected something was off.
A week before our wedding, Andrew and I planned to take a break to relax ahead of the celebration. But work got busy—I was finalizing an important project while Andrew took charge at home. I finally freed myself early, anticipating his smile as I walked through the door. Instead, I overheard a conversation that chilled my blood. Mary’s voice boomed:
“I told you she’s still seeing that Stan! A week in a gynecology ward, and you’re clueless!”
“Mum, she just had a check-up…” Andrew attempted to interject.
“Wake up! She had an abortion! A botched one, it seems. I’m a woman; I know why people are admitted to the hospital. You need to cancel the wedding. It’ll be a scandal, not a celebration!”
The world spun, and I fainted. When I came to, Andrew and his mother were there. Mary forced a smile:
“Awake, dear? Have some sweet tea. You and Andrew need to talk. I’ll leave.”
Horror gripped me wordlessly, and Andrew began speaking:
“Emma, how are you? We need to discuss things. We’ll have to postpone the wedding. You’re too weak. Get well first, and then we can marry.”
“Andrew, are you serious? This isn’t about my health…”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard your conversation! Do you think I had an abortion because I cheated?”
He looked away, which was worse than words.
“I love you, so I’m willing to forgive. Everyone makes mistakes. But I need time.”
“Forgive?! I never cheated! I had an ectopic pregnancy and almost died! I kept quiet to protect you. And now you’re leaving me because of your mother’s nonsense?”
“I know Stan still loves you. He told me himself. Maybe you gave in to old feelings…”
“That didn’t happen!”
“Then why hide your diagnosis?”
“I feared losing you! Now I can’t have your child!”
“Emma, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. I need to think. We’ll delay the wedding, and I’ll stay with my parents.”
He packed his things and left without a glance. My pain, my health—it didn’t matter to him. He was consumed by false suspicions. It’s over. My world crumbled in an instant.
While he stays with his parents, Mary will completely poison his mind. I’m left alone—without a fiancé, without a child, without hope. How do I move forward when everything I loved has turned to ashes? I don’t know.
