Van’s sudden statement drew the attention of the entire room. Whispers spread quickly, and no one understood what was about to happen.

In college, I was the handsome, intelligent guy admired by many female students. But I never fell in love with anyone. My family was poor; I had to work part-time every day just to pay my tuition, and I didn’t have time for love.

Among the girls who adored me was my classmate, Van. To win my heart, she often bought me food, clothes, and even paid my tuition.

I didn’t feel anything real for her, but since her family supported my studies, I reluctantly agreed to be with her.

After we graduated, since I wanted to stay in the city, I agreed to marry Van so her parents would help me find a job. But as we lived together, I realized I didn’t actually love her at all and was even repelled by physical intimacy with her.

We were married for three years and had no children. She kept insisting I get a medical checkup, but I insisted I was perfectly healthy and refused to go. By then, my career was stable and I was no longer dependent on her family. That’s when I decided to end that dull marriage to pursue “true love.”

My coldness and indifference eventually drove her away. She finally agreed to sign the divorce papers and left me free. After that, I began a relationship with a beautiful business partner whom I had secretly admired for a long time. After more than a year together, we decided to get married. I didn’t send an invitation to my ex-wife, but somehow, she showed up at the wedding anyway, without a hint of embarrassment.

The most unexpected thing was that she arrived pregnant to congratulate us. Her appearance was a shock and drew everyone’s attention. Whispers filled the room; no one knew what was going to happen.

When Van approached us, he said:

“If I could turn back time, I would never have wasted my youth with a man who didn’t love me and only used my money. My biggest regret was marrying you.”

As he was about to leave, the bride asked, in a worried tone:

“Whose child are you carrying?”

That question surprised me. My ex-wife and I had been divorced for over a year, so the baby clearly wasn’t mine. But then… why did she never get pregnant during our three years of marriage? Could it mean I was infertile?

Without making us wait, Van turned around and said:

“For three years, your husband and I couldn’t have children. I asked him to get tested many times, but he always blamed me. However, every time I got tested, I was perfectly fine. After the divorce, I fell in love with another man. And the first night we were together, I got pregnant.”

His words shocked my girlfriend so much that she dropped her bouquet. I, for my part, was completely stunned, not knowing what to do.

After Van left, I tried to comfort my girlfriend, asking her to calm down and finish the ceremony first. But she refused, saying she wanted to cancel the wedding and go with me to get fertility tests done before deciding to get married. She said:

“My brother and his wife were married for nine years without children. They spent a fortune on fertility treatments and still ended up divorcing. I don’t want to repeat their mistake.”

A woman’s value diminishes with each failed marriage; I don’t want my first marriage to be with a man who can’t have children.

I had no right to blame either my ex-wife or my girlfriend.

My downfall was the result of my own calculations and selfishness. I sowed bitterness, and now I’m reaping it. If only I had treated my ex-wife well, I wouldn’t be facing such a miserable end today.

After that day, my relationship with my new wife changed forever. The wedding was called off, and we had to sit down and talk honestly about what had just happened. Through tears and heartfelt words, we realized that we couldn’t build a marriage on secrets, pride, or unrealistic expectations.

We decided to do something I’d never done before: face the truth together. We had fertility tests done, and we discovered that, indeed, I was having trouble conceiving. It was a blow, but also a liberating revelation. I finally understood that my ex wasn’t to blame, nor was I the bad guy; we were simply victims of circumstances we’d never fully understood.

My relationship with Van is over for good. I learned to let go of resentment and bitterness. She went her way, and I went mine. The experience taught me that the truth, however painful, is always better than living in illusion.

With my new wife, we decided to rebuild our relationship from scratch. We talked about everything: dreams, fears, expectations, and future plans. We decided to adopt children and also open our home to those who needed love, just as I had learned that family isn’t always about blood.

Over time, our relationship grew stronger, built on respect, communication, and genuine love. I never forgot that wedding day, nor the lesson Van taught me: you can’t force love, and every action has its consequences.

I learned to live with humility and gratitude, to value those who love me, and never to take anyone for granted again. And although I lost a marriage, I gained a profound understanding of myself and of true love.

Finally, I understood that life isn’t always fair, but honesty and integrity are the path to peace and happiness. And with that, I knew I could look to the future with hope, alongside the woman I truly chose and who chose me every day, building together a family based on love, trust, and respect.