The Father of my Child is Getting Married

My parents died in a car accident, leaving me orphaned at a young age. It was my neighbor, Asher Reed, who took me in, adopting me from the orphanage and caring for me for seven long years. I thought of him as family—until the night of my birthday party, when he got drunk, stumbled into my room, and left me with more than just memories. He made me pregnant with his child.

With the positive pregnancy test tucked in my pocket, I went to his company, hoping to confront him. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw: Asher and his first love, Dorothy Morgan, locked in a passionate kiss in his office. My heart sank, my fingertips turning icy, as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over me—betrayal, anger, disbelief.