My Unborn Son Stopped My Wedding
Language: en
I had spent eight years of my life loving Bria Hamilton. Now, we were standing at the altar, a "shotgun wedding" meant to seal our forever. The officiant cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the vaulted stone chapel. "Miles Crawford, do you take Brianna Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The words were on the tip of my tongue, ready to be offered up like a sacrifice. But before I could speak, a tiny, high-pitched voice—sharp as a needle—exploded inside my head. [Dad! Don’t do it! Bria’s baby isn't yours!] [The kid in her belly belongs to your brother!] My brain felt like…