My ex-wife sent a gift on my wedding day; after seeing it, my mother forced me to call off the wedding
The day before yesterday was my wedding day. I should have been happy, but my heart was a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t even describe.
Chloe and I met through mutual friends. She was strong, gentle, and kind. Both our families were well-off, and our parents initially supported our marriage. But as only children, the pressure was on. To my mother, the primary goal of marriage was grandchildren—specifically, two of them to make the family “complete.”
Three years passed with no news. My mother eventually forced us to see a specialist. The results showed that Chloe’s chances of conceiving were slim. From that moment, the tension became unbearable. My mother pressured her daily, openly stating she couldn’t accept a “barren” daughter-in-law. She even resorted to begging on her knees: “You have to think of my son’s future! You’re ending our family line!”
Chloe tried to endure it, but eventually, we broke. We divorced and cut all contact. She moved to another city hundreds of miles away. I still loved her, but I was too weak to stand up to my mother’s persistence.
A year later, my mother began arranging blind dates. A few months ago, I met Lily. I only agreed to date her because she reminded me so much of Chloe. After just two months, we headed for the altar to satisfy my mother’s wishes.
But everything shattered on the wedding day.
Among the gifts was a package from Chloe. Inside was a photo of her holding a baby boy, along with a birth certificate proving she was the mother. It was my son. She had kept the pregnancy a secret to see how I would act. When she heard I was remarrying, she sent the truth.
My mother took one look at the photo and snapped without hesitation: “Cancel the wedding. Right now!”
I was paralyzed—a mix of joy and agonizing guilt. I was thrilled to have a son, but devastated that I was hurting Lily, an innocent woman caught in our mess. I kept wondering: Where did I go wrong? Who is truly at fault here?
After a sleepless night, I chose the truth. I called Lily. “I… I think we need to stop. I can’t walk down the aisle with you when my heart belongs to my past,” I confessed. She was silent for a moment, then whispered, “Be true to yourself, Ethan. Thank you for being honest. I wish you the best.”
I finally reached out to Chloe. For the first time in a year, we spoke honestly. I promised to be there for her and our son. I realized that while life doesn’t always go to plan, responsibility and genuine love are what matter most.
Now, I’m taking things slow. I need to make things right for the two women I hurt and, most importantly, for my son. Life’s mistakes aren’t meaningless if you learn to face them. I’ve finally found my direction: to love my child, follow my heart, and never let outside pressure dictate my life again.
