The Final Party

"Edward and I held our engagement party in Las Vegas. Everything seemed perfect—until someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare.One of Edward's female coworkers looked me straight in the eye. "I am pregnant. It is your fiancé's baby."Laughter burst out around us. Everyone thought it was a joke—except Edward.After the trip, we returned home. He looked uneasy."I'm the father of Juliet's baby," he admitted. "Don't overthink it. We were on a business trip and got too drunk with a client. We accidentally spent the night together."She is from a British aristocratic family. Reputation matters a lot to her. She will never marry me. She only wants to have the baby and raise it alone.""So what are you saying?" I asked."I am the father. I have to take responsibility. I will stay in the apartment I rented for her and take care of her pregnancy on weekdays, and come home on weekends."Our wedding will be delayed. We will get married after the baby is borned."I gave a small smile. So he had it all planned out. He was just here to inform me.He let out a sigh of relief, picked up his Rimowa suitcase, and walked out without looking back.I wiped the tears off my face and began packing away all the memories of our relationship.Suddenly, my phone buzzed. The voice on the other end sounded messy and emotional. "Margot, I freaking love you. Don't marry him. Marry me instead."I froze for a second, then replied, "Okay.""