My Fiancé's Surrogate Plan Made Me Leave

A month before our wedding, my fiance decides to father a child with his late best friend's widow. I don't lose it or make a scene. Instead, I calmly send him a text. "There are plenty of ways for her to become a mother. Why does she have to have your baby?" A second later, he calls and accuses me of being unreasonable. "My best friend entrusted her to me on his deathbed. She doesn't know anyone here, and I'm all she has. Why is it such a big deal if I have a child with her? Besides, we're using IVF. It's not like we're sleeping together, and I'm still going to marry you." I smile as I text him back. "Don't bother. I'm marrying someone else, so you two can have each other." Chapter 1 Everyone at the table kept glancing at me, clearly dying to ask something but unsure how to bring it up. I knew exactly what they wanted to know. Isabelle Morris was getting further along in her pregnancy, and the baby she was carrying wasn't her late husband's. It was my fiance's. That alone was enough to have everyone talking, especially since I hadn't made a scene about it. Eventually, my former classmate couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Mikayla, did something come up on Jonathan's way here? What's taking him so long?" I didn't even look up. "We're not together anymore. We broke up." Everyone froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Come on. Don't joke about that! Everyone knows how much you two love each other. You're practically married already. There's no way you'd break up!" They had a point. Jonathan Clancy and I had made it through all those difficult years together, so why had he changed now that we had finally settled into a comfortable life? Before I could answer, the door suddenly swung open. Jonathan walked in, followed closely by Isabelle, the other person everyone had been gossiping about. He didn't even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled out a chair and helped Isabelle settle into her seat before explaining, "Isabelle was having some stomach pains, so I took her to the hospital to make sure the baby was okay. That's why we're late." The smiles immediately disappeared from everyone's faces. One of our classmates rubbed his nose awkwardly. "What's going on, man? It's only been a few days, and you're already showing up with another woman?" Jonathan began wiping down Isabelle's silverware as he answered casually, "Don't start. I'm just looking after Isabelle for Peter. Nothing is going on between us." Nobody at the table was buying that excuse. Still, another classmate quickly tried to smooth things over. "Alright, alright. Enough joking around. Mikayla's been waiting for you forever, Jonathan. Go sit with her!" To everyone's surprise, Jonathan didn't budge. He remained comfortably seated beside Isabelle and replied with contempt, "You can't compare Mikayla to Isabelle. Isabelle's pregnant, so obviously she needs more attention." Ignoring the uncomfortable looks around the table, he leaned toward Isabelle and reassured her softly, "Don't worry. I won't let anyone give you a hard time, especially not when I'm around." The lively atmosphere immediately turned awkward. This reunion was supposed to be an opportunity for old classmates to catch up, and everyone had assumed Jonathan would at least have the decency to keep things civil. Instead, he'd actually brought his mistress along without giving a damn about how humiliating it was for me. Before long, the looks directed at me were filled with pity. I simply continued eating, unbothered by the two of them or everyone else's reaction. Jonathan, however, seemed irritated by my indifference. He set his fork down and snapped, "When we're done eating, get yourself a cab home. I need to take Isabelle back, so I won't have time for you." Isabelle immediately bit her lip, looking frightened and apologetic. "But Mikayla's your future wife, Jonathan. I'm only the mother of your child. You should take her home first…" The way she said it, anyone who didn't know better would've thought I was the other woman. I put my fork down and slowly turned toward them. "Don't bother. My boyfriend's already waiting for me downstairs." Chapter 2 Jonathan refused to believe that I, the woman who had loved him enough to give up everything for him, could possibly have fallen for someone else. But when he followed me downstairs and saw the Rolls-Royce waiting outside, he couldn't help crying out in disbelief, "N-No way!" I rolled my eyes. "You really need to get out more." Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, I climbed into the passenger seat, and the car drove away. Jonathan's face darkened with anger. "Honestly, Mikayla really went overboard this time," Isabelle lamented. "I know she wants to make you jealous, but did she have to spend so much money hiring someone to pretend to be her boyfriend? "And renting a Rolls-Royce must cost a fortune! She has no idea how hard you work to earn your money, Jonathan…" Jonathan immediately seized on her explanation. He nodded and shook his head with a resigned expression. "She's always been too obsessed with appearances. That's one of the reasons I've been so unhappy with her lately. But whatever. A husband has to be patient with his wife, right? We're getting married, after all." Yet, instead of praising his generosity as they usually would, our classmates made excuses and began to leave. After all, who would respect a man who abandoned the woman who had stood by him when he had nothing, then had the nerve to parade his mistress around in public? … I was at home sorting through my belongings when Jonathan suddenly kicked the door open, reeking of alcohol. "Mikayla Matthews! What the hell are you trying to pull?" The unexpected shout startled me. I whipped around and glared at him. "What's wrong with you? Why are you back all of a sudden? Weren't you supposed to be spending the night at Isabelle's?" Ever since Peter Holt died, Jonathan had been living with his widow under the excuse of looking after her. His sudden return couldn't possibly mean anything good. Sure enough, he slammed his fist against the wall. "What, am I interrupting your date with your new boyfriend? Tell me! Who was that guy who drove you home today? Where did you find that actor?" I sneered. "Are you deaf? I told you he's my boyfriend. What part of that don't you understand?" Jonathan froze for a moment before his eyes shifted. "Do you seriously think I can't see what you're doing? You're just mad that I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately, so you decided to embarrass me in front of everyone at the reunion! Isabelle already figured out your little scheme, so quit pretending!" I couldn't help laughing in sheer disbelief. "You're both insane." When I paid him no mind, Jonathan grew even more frustrated and came over to confront me. "Mikayla, can't you show a little compassion? Isabelle's been through so much lately, and I'm the only person she has left to depend on. If I abandon her too, what's she supposed to do?" I stopped what I was doing and looked at him seriously. "And what about me? Do my feelings mean nothing to you? Have you ever stopped to think about how I feel when you keep parading her around in public?" My questions caught him off guard for a moment, but he quickly looked away. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. It's not like I'm refusing to marry you…" What the hell was going through his head? After everything he'd done, he still had the nerve to expect me to marry him. It was then I decided I wasn't going to waste another word on him and simply held out my hand. "Give me your keys." He frowned. "Don't you have your own?" I slammed the house deed onto the table. "See for yourself. My parents paid for this house, and now that we're breaking up, you don't get to keep living here." Jonathan lost his temper too and threw his keys on the floor. "I knew your family never thought I was good enough for you! Let me tell you something, Mikayla. You can act all high and mighty now, but it won't be long before you're on your knees, begging me to come back!" I picked up the keys and pointed toward the door. "Get out. If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops." Jonathan's face flushed with anger. He stormed out, slamming the door so hard that the entire house shook. Chapter 3 Although Jonathan and I were about to get married, my parents had always raised me to believe that we should sleep in separate rooms until then. Now that he was moving out, I needed to clear out his room. I was halfway through packing when a picture suddenly fell from a hidden compartment in the bookshelf. Curious, I picked it up, only to stare at the picture in disbelief. It showed Jonathan and Isabelle when they were younger, smiling brightly at the camera. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, and the way they held each other made it clear that their relationship had been anything but platonic. What made it even worse was the background. There I was, crouching on the floor and picking up the trash Jonathan had casually thrown away. They'd been involved with one another behind my back for that long. Meanwhile, I'd been completely oblivious to their affair and had almost thrown away my entire future for him. The thought made me tremble with anger. How could I have been so blind? I'd actually believed them when they insisted they were nothing more than friends. Just then, Jonathan's backup phone began ringing. When I saw "Izzy" on the caller ID, I hesitated for a moment before answering. Jonathan was already with her, so why would she be calling a phone he'd left at my house? I soon got my answer. The moment I picked up, I heard the sounds of two people getting intimate. "Jonathan, you just saw Mikayla, and now you're getting intimate with me. Isn't that a little too much?" Isabelle's voice was soft and teasing. Jonathan answered impatiently, "Don't bring that bitch up. She's so boring, and all she ever does is piss me off. If her family didn't have money, I would've dumped her a long time ago! "You're so much better, Isabelle. You're smart, and you understand me. I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you." Isabelle sighed. "If Mikayla finds out, she'll hate me even more. I don't even know what I did to deserve that." Jonathan scoffed. "Who cares what she thinks? She's been throwing herself at me for years. She can't live without me! She didn't dare make a scene when I got you pregnant, and I bet I could even bring our baby home and make her raise it without getting a word of protest." I'd already prepared myself for the worst, but hearing the man I'd loved for so many years speak about me with such contempt still hurt more than I wanted to admit. I'd wasted the best years of my youth on someone who had never deserved them. After spending a long time in bed, Jonathan reluctantly got up to take a shower. Isabelle seized the opportunity to pick up the phone and gloat. "You heard all that, didn't you? If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of the way." I smiled faintly. "If he loves you so much, why didn't he get together with you all those years ago? Actually, never mind. You two deserve each other. I'll gladly get out of your way. After all, just looking at Jonathan makes me sick!" Isabelle's voice went shrill with anger. "Why, you—" I ended the call right then and there. Then, I packed everything Jonathan owned and threw it all out. I couldn't stand the thought of having his belongings under my roof for even another second. Just then, my phone lit up with a message from my boyfriend. "Tomorrow seems like a good day. Shall we get married?" I was a little surprised. "Isn't that a bit too soon?" His reply came almost immediately. "I just can't wait to make you my wife. I'm afraid you might change your mind, and then I'll be the one crying my eyes out." I couldn't help smiling as I shook my head. That man really was something else. Chapter 4 By the time Jonathan remembered that he still had a fiancee, I'd already moved into my new home and started making all the preparations for my wedding. Without me around to bother him, Jonathan relished his newfound freedom. He and Isabelle finally got to do all the things they'd wanted to do when they were younger but couldn't because of their circumstances. He even posted photos from their trips on Instagram, along with the caption, "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." I'd begged him countless times to take me to Beloria to see the Northern Lights, but he'd always refused, claiming he was too busy with work. Now, a photo of him kissing Isabelle beneath the Northern Lights was proudly displayed on her Instagram feed. As Isabelle's pregnancy progressed, however, she was no longer satisfied with what Jonathan was giving her. "Jonathan, do you really want our baby growing up as a bastard? Don't you want him to be known as your son?" She continued, "Remember what Peter said before he died? He asked you to take care of me for the rest of my life! How am I supposed to raise a baby on my own? You'd be letting Peter down, too, if you abandoned me now!" Jonathan managed to hold his ground the first few times she brought it up, but her constant affection and persuasion gradually wore him down. "But what am I supposed to do about Mikayla? Our families have already sent out the wedding invitations. You're not asking me to call off the wedding now, are you?" Isabelle lay against his chest, tracing circles over it with her finger. "Mikayla's always been so understanding. I'm sure she'll understand why you have to do this. Besides, if she's willing, the three of us could live together. She's got plenty of money, and with her help, we could give our baby a much better life." That was all it took to convince Jonathan. He pulled Isabelle tightly into his arms and said, "You're right. Mikayla loves me too much to leave me. We can use that to get her to agree to our demands." Delighted that her plan had worked, Isabelle giggled. "I knew you'd take care of me, Jonathan. Once we're married, I'll make sure you know just how grateful I am. I'm so lucky to have you. I honestly don't know what I would've done after Peter died if you hadn't been there for me." A few flattering words were all it took to make Jonathan feel like the greatest man alive. Unfortunately for him, that feeling didn't last long. When he arrived at my house and discovered that I'd changed the locks, he immediately snapped. "Mikayla! I know you're in there! Get out here! You've got some nerve changing the locks on me! The wedding's off! Isabelle's baby needs a father. If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for not being able to give me a child!" Nobody answered, and the entire house remained eerily quiet. Growing increasingly impatient, Jonathan raised his voice again. "Are you listening to me? You can't just ignore me and pretend none of this is happening! But if you really can't stand the thought of losing me, Isabelle and I have talked it over. We're willing to let you live with us. "All you have to do is give us 20,000 dollars a month for living expenses, and I'll even keep introducing you as my wife in public. How does that sound?" Still, there was no response. Jonathan rubbed his nose. "Is she actually not home?" He pulled out his phone and called me. After several rings, someone finally answered, and Jonathan immediately repeated everything he'd just said. There was a brief silence on the other end before a man's casual voice answered. "My wife's in the shower. Whatever you want, it can wait until tomorrow." Chapter 5 When I came out of the bathroom, I found Nathan Arnault lounging on the couch, casually spinning my phone in his hand. "Guess who just called you." I looked at him in confusion. "My parents?" Nathan gave me a mischievous grin. "That ex of yours." That was when I realized he was jealous. I immediately softened my voice and reassured him, "Jonathan and I haven't been in touch for ages. Besides, I'm already your wife, so don't be upset." The word "wife" clearly pleased him, and he couldn't keep the smile from spreading across his face. "How can I call myself your husband when I haven't even met your parents?" I hesitated. "You want to meet them now?" Nathan nodded solemnly. "What? Are you embarrassed to introduce me to them?" Of course not! Nathan was the perfect man, both in terms of his looks and his family background. If anything, I felt like I was the lucky one in our relationship. It was just that… I rubbed my nose awkwardly. "Everything happened so suddenly that I haven't even had time to tell my parents that the wedding with Jonathan is off. If I show up with you, they'll probably have a heart attack." When Jonathan first suggested having a baby with Isabelle, I'd only been angry. It wasn't until I saw her prenatal examination report that I'd finally given up on him for good. Nathan immediately put on a wounded expression. "Are you planning to keep me a secret for the rest of my life? That's pretty cruel, don't you think?" He even pretended to sniffle as he spoke, looking so pitiful that I couldn't take it anymore. I shrugged helplessly. "Fine, you win. Can I at least call them first?" Nathan immediately dropped the act, his eyes lighting up. "Of course! Come here, honey. Let me give you a shoulder massage. "Oh, and what should I bring them? What do your parents like? Do you think they'll like me? What do they do for fun? Is there anything I should know before meeting them?" His endless questions made me laugh. "Relax. My parents aren't going to eat you alive. Besides, I'll be right there with you. You have nothing to worry about." Despite my reassurance, Nathan was still nervous enough to pace back and forth on the balcony, rehearsing what he was going to say when he met my parents in a few days. After sending Mom and Dad a message, I noticed that I had more than 99 unread messages on my phone. I frowned and opened them. Sure enough, they were all from Jonathan. "Who the fuck was that man who answered your phone? Are you cheating on me? Have you lost your damn mind?" When I didn't reply, he became even more furious. "No other man would ever want you! You'd better get your ass back here and apologize!" "And who the hell gave you the right to cancel my bank cards? Isabelle needs money for her prenatal appointments! Don't you understand that? Get them working again!" Jonathan was genuinely panicking. After all, no matter how badly we'd fought in the past, there had never been another man involved in our relationship. This time, I'd been ignoring him for several days, and everything suggested that I was serious about ending things rather than simply throwing a tantrum. He had also grown so accustomed to living off my money over the years that he couldn't manage without my financial support. Jonathan kept sending me insulting messages, desperately trying to provoke a response. Meanwhile, I was thoroughly fed up with him. I couldn't understand how I'd ever been so blind as to fall for a man like that. After blocking him, I took a photo of our new marriage certificate and posted it on Instagram with a caption, "Here's to the rest of our lives together, Mr. Arnault."