The next day was our wedding.
At Mrs. Lee’s insistence,
it was held in a downtown luxury hotel,
with 88 tables of guests.
Just before the banquet began,
the staff told me Mrs. Lee had added two more tables.
I smiled and shook my head—no problem.
The more witnesses, the better.
The ceremony began.
Traditionally, the father walks the bride down the aisle,
but Sophia had grown up without a father,
so Mrs. Lee took that role.
As in my past life,
the officiant asked if the mother of the bride
had any words for her new son-in-law.
At that moment,
my fists clenched tightly.
I knew the show was about to begin.
Mrs. Lee looked at me with a pained expression.
“David, at such an important moment,
I can’t bear to hide the truth from you any longer.”
I forced myself to remain calm.
“Mom, what is it?
Why would you say that at such a happy time?”
In my past life,
I had replied the same way—
truly confused why she would bring up sorrow on such a day.
But this time, my words carried a warning,
urging her to think twice.
Yet Mrs. Lee didn’t hear it.
Lost in her own world, she declared:
“I don’t believe the child in Sophia’s belly is yours.
I have to tell you this to your face.”
Silence fell instantly.
All eyes turned toward me,