Before the wedding began, the electronic screen in the center of the stage played the photos of the groom and bride in turn.

I sat in my seat, staring straight at the screen, occasionally sobbing softly and whispering.

"Baby, look, that's your dad and stepmom. As long as they are happy, mom will be happy."

Suddenly, I exclaimed, touching my belly.

"Baby, why are you kicking mommy? Mommy won't be wronged. As long as the four of us live our days well, it's more important than anything else.

"But... mommy..."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but cry.

Someone beside me handed me a tissue, and I took it.

"It's okay, thank you, I can hold on."

I wiped the dry corners of my eyes: "I am a mother, and mothers are strong."

The person handing me the tissue was excited, his eyes shining, but he tried hard to suppress the excitement in his mouth due to my crying, yet his eyes betrayed him.

"May I ask, what is your relationship with the groom?"

"I..."

Before I could say a word, my emotions collapsed, covering my face with the tissue. I had to hide the smile that couldn't be hidden before daring to show my face.

"I dare not say," I waved my hand, "Baby's dad wouldn't be happy."

The other person was excited as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret, nodding at me as if pounding garlic.

"Understood, understood."

He turned his face back to the stage as if nothing had happened, paused for two seconds, then picked up his phone placed aside, and his fingers quickly tapped on the screen.

If that tapping speed could generate electricity, it might be enough to power a small county.

And thus, the rumor was born.

Tremble!

Ex-boyfriend!