My Fiancé Met a Little Boy on Our Wedding Day and Found Out He Was My Son – Story of the Day

“I’m pregnant, Hans. We’re going to be parents. Isn’t it wonderful?” I revealed this to my boyfriend, Hans. He was my T.A. at the University of Richmond in Virginia. He was handsome and treated me like a princess.

I already pictured us getting married, so, I wasn’t upset when I discovered my pregnancy. In fact, I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to tell him.

“What? Are you crazy? No! That baby can’t be mine! You have to abort it!” he screamed at me.

“Hans, darling! We can’t do that. It’s our baby. We made him or her out of love!” I wailed.

“No! I’m not going to be in his life. This is your problem. Goodbye!” Hans said and left. He quit the university and never answered my calls. When I told my parents, they disowned me.

But I couldn’t get rid of my baby. I loved it already. A few months later, I gave birth to Simon. I lived with a kind roommate, Sara, who didn’t mind having a baby around. But still, it was hard managing school and work while caring for a child.

But I did it. I graduated, got a better job, and Simon would be starting school soon. Everything was going as well as I could hope as a single mother. Well…except my love life. Every single man I dated since Hans recoiled when I told them about my child.

One man named Terrence told me it was alright until I introduced him to Simon and wanted to get more serious. He ghosted me afterward. That’s when I decided not to tell anyone about being a mother until I knew the relationship was solid.

Then I met Glenn. He was a dream. We could talk for hours and had a million things in common. But finding babysitters became harder and keeping Simon a secret was so complicated. Luckily, my parents suddenly showed up at my doorstep one day.

“Lana, I don’t know if you can forgive us, but I really want to make up for all our lost time. I want to meet my grandson and have a relationship with you again,” my...