My Bride Carries Another Mans Baby

Summary

A week before our wedding, Beryl went on a last-minute business trip. When she finally got back, she melted into my arms, resting her chin against my chest, and out of nowhere, she murmured, "Did you shrink?"

I froze. A microscopic tightening of my muscles. I forced a laugh, keeping my tone light. "What, did you spend your trip hugging guys taller than me?"

Beryl’s body went rigid. Instead of answering, she shoved me backward onto the mattress, her mouth crashing down on mine, shutting down the conversation.