During Our Vows at the Altar, My Ex-husband Walked in with My Fiancé's Ex-wife and a Baby in His Arms

During our vows, the church doors flew open like a storm's arrival. My ex-husband, Ethan, marched in with my fiancé's ex-wife and a baby! "Don't exchange those rings yet," Ethan's voice boomed. Gasps echoed. My heart stopped. Was Nathan hiding something?

I stood in front of the grand, full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. My wedding gown, a vision of lace and silk, hugged my frame like it had been waiting for me my whole life.

"Stop grinning like that," Harper, my best friend, teased, stepping up behind me to adjust my veil. "You're gonna start crying, and I just spent ten minutes making sure that mascara doesn't budge."

I laughed, half from nerves, half from joy. "I'm just…" I blinked fast, fanning my face. "I'm just happy, Harp. Really, really happy."

"Yeah, well, you deserve it," she said, giving my shoulders a firm squeeze. "This? This is your moment. Darren doesn't own a single inch of it."

Her words settled into me like an anchor, grounding me. She was right. After everything I'd endured in my first marriage, I did deserve to be happy.

Nathan and I had connected from the moment we met eight months ago. We'd both come from unhappy marriages, so we realized early on that we'd found something good with each other. It felt like we were meant to be together.

"Alright," Harper said, her eyes misty despite herself. "Let's get you married."

As I made my way down the aisle, the air buzzed with soft murmurs, the glow of fairy lights blurring in the corners of my vision. White roses lined every chair, their sweet fragrance filling the space.

Nathan stood at the end of the aisle, his gaze locked on mine like there was no one else in the room. His suit was charcoal gray, sharp as ever, but it was his expression that undid me.

It was awe. It was love. It was home.

With each step, my heart thudded harder in my chest. Not from nerves, but from this overwhelming, all-consuming sense of peace.

For the first time in years, I felt like I could finally exhale. I was about to start the next chapter of my life.

Until the doors burst open behind me with a thunderous bang.

Nathan had just said his vows when the sound echoed through the church like a gunshot. Heads swiveled toward the entrance and a wave of murmurs rolled through the crowd.

I turned slowly, each second dragging like molasses. The grand double doors stood wide open, and there, like a ghost from the past, was Darren, my ex-husband.

My breath caught in my throat. No, not just Darren. Serena, Nathan's ex-wife, stood beside him, cradling a baby girl on her hip. The baby's wide eyes blinked at the crowd, innocent, oblivious to the chaos brewing around her.

"DON'T RUSH TO EXCHANGE THOSE RINGS JUST YET!" Darren's voice cut through the air, sharp and smug. "SEE THIS BABY? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO HER REAL FATHER IS!"

Gasps erupted from the crowd. My mother covered her mouth, her eyes darting to me in panic. Harper's sharp intake of breath sounded like a hiss in my ear.

My body went cold. My hands trembled at my sides, fingers curling in the fabric of my dress. My eyes darted to Nathan.

"What does this mean? Nathan?"

But Nathan wasn't moving.

His face was frozen in shock, his gaze locked on Darren and Serena like he was watching a car crash in slow motion.

"Nathan?" I whispered, my voice strangled and hoarse. "Please tell me you have nothing to do with this."

His eyes flicked to me, wide and wild.

"I don't… I don't know what this is," he muttered.

But he knew something. I could see it in the twitch of his hands, the slight shift of his weight. Something about this wasn't new to him.

Darren held up his hands like he was calling for calm. "We just need a moment with the bride and groom. Alone."

"Like hell you do," Harper barked, pushing forward, but I lifted a hand to stop her.

"No," I said, my eyes narrowing on Darren. My voice was steady, sharp as glass. "We'll talk. But not here."

The four of us moved to the hallway. The air was colder out there, heavier. Nathan closed the door behind us, shutting out the curious, wide-eyed stares of every guest we'd invited to witness our love story.

"Start talking," I said, my tone steel. "Now."

Serena shifted the baby on her hip, eyes narrowing like a predator who had just cornered its prey.

Her gaze went straight to Nathan. "This baby? She's yours, Nathan. You got me pregnant right before we divorced."

The words sliced through me like a jagged blade. I sucked in a breath, slow and sharp, trying to stay upright. My eyes flew to Nathan. His face drained of color.

"Is it true?" My voice rose as shock and disbelief swept through me like a tidal wave.

His lips parted, then closed, like he couldn't quite figure out how to use his words. "That's… That's impossible."

Serena tilted her head, her eyes full of mock sympathy. "Sure, if you forget that 'goodbye' night we had before you signed the papers."

"Don't," Nathan snapped, his voice cracking like thunder. "Don't twist it."

"Oh, I'm not twisting anything," Serena shot back.

"I'm just giving you both the truth. Isn't that what weddings are all about? Truth and love? Well, the truth is we had a very sweet farewell, and little Rosie here was born nine months later."

I felt like I was sinking. Like the floor was slowly dissolving beneath me, and I had nothing to hold onto.

Darren stepped forward, his grin as smug as it had always been. "Here's the deal, lovebirds. Pay us $200,000, and we walk out of here happy as clams. We'll even say we were just dropping by to show off our little family."

Serena bounced the baby on her hip, eyes hard as flint. "Or you can watch every tabloid label Nathan as a deadbeat dad. Your choice."

I glanced at Nathan. His jaw was tight, his eyes flicking between Darren and Serena like he was calculating every move. But he wasn't saying anything.

"Say something," I said, my voice quivering with rage. "Right now, Nathan. Say something."

He looked at me, something fragile in his eyes.

"We're doing a DNA test," he said firmly. "Right now."

I watched him storm out of the room. It felt like my heart broke a little when I heard him announce to our guests that the wedding was postponed, but what else could we do?

I glanced at our exes and the baby. We had to get to the bottom of this before we could move on… if we could move on.

The hospital was colder than the hallway had been. I sat stiffly in one of the waiting room chairs, every muscle in my body taut like a wire about to snap. Nathan sat beside me, leaning forward, his head in his hands.

The results for the express DNA test came in too fast and too slow all at once. The doctor didn't waste any time.

"The probability of paternity is 99.9%."

The words hit me like a blow to the chest. I heard the breath leave my lungs and felt the tears sting my eyes.

I looked at Nathan. He lifted his head, jaw set with resolve.

"I'm not abandoning her," he said softly. "I'm not giving her up."

Serena's eyes flickered, but Darren scoffed.

"Really? And what about Olivia?" He gestured to me. "Are you willing to risk losing her for a child you never even knew existed? Just pay up, we'll leave, and you two can carry on like this never happened."

Nathan stared at me then, heartbreak in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking, but I hadn't had my say in the matter yet. I stood, slow and deliberate. My eyes fixed on Serena. Then Darren.

"You'll get nothing from us," I said, each word a nail in the coffin of their plan. "Because I wouldn't marry a man who'd abandon his child. So yes, Nathan will do the right thing."

"We'll start a scandal if you don't pay us," Serena hissed. "You'll never live it down…"

"Try it," I replied. "We'll just be forced to answer with the truth about every cruel, petty, and mean thing the two of you have done, including this attempt to blackmail us with a baby!"

I watched the panic flicker across Darren's face and saw Serena grip his arm. They muttered something to each other before slipping away.

They didn't even take the baby with them.

One Year Later…

I stood in the doorway of our living room, hand resting on my pregnant belly. Rosie, now a toddler, giggled as Nathan lifted her into the air. Her tiny hands clapped with glee.

Nathan glanced over his shoulder, his grin softening. "You alright, Liv?"

"Yeah," I said, my heart full. "Yeah, I'm alright."

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