I love him every night and day. I love him to the moon and back.

My fiance and I are in the park right now. We were walking hand-in-hand when he stopped.

"Claire, I need to tell you something," he said seriously.

"Really? I have something to tell you too," I said happily.

"Oh, okay. You go first," he said.

"No! You go first, love."

"W-well, you see, I'm—" his words were interrupted when my phone vibrated. My mother was calling me, so I answered it quickly.

"Hello, mom?"

"Claire, my child, you're going to be an aunt. Your sister is pregnant. My mother told me the good news, and I'm so happy."

"Love! My sister is pregnant. I'm going to be an aunt. We're going to have a mischievous child in the house," I said happily, and because of my joy, I hugged my fiance.

"I know. It's been a while," he said, making me furrow my brows.

"Huh?! But how?" I asked him, still confused.

"Because I'm the father of that child," he uttered and cried in front of me.

"Theo, come on. This isn't a good joke," I said, laughing.

"I'm sorry. I love you so much, Claire. But I can't abandon my child with your sister. We need to cancel the wedding," he uttered as he let go of my hand and kissed my forehead. Then he walked away.

"You may now kiss the bride," I heard the priest utter.

My tears started to fall when I saw the man I love kissing my older sister. My supposed wedding became her wedding, and the man supposed to be mine became hers.

I caressed my belly and smiled bitterly.

"That's probably why I can raise you alone even without a father, right?" I whispered.