On my wedding day, my ex-wife Reema came to bless us—she was pregnant. My new wife Anaya asked her just one question, and her answer shook the very foundation of my life.

On my wedding day, my ex-wife Reema came to bless us—she was pregnant. My new wife Anaya asked her just one question, and her answer shook the very foundation of my life…

Reema’s sudden presence at the wedding drew everyone’s attention. Whispers spread among the guests, and no one could anticipate what was about to unfold.

Back in college, I was that guy—handsome and top of the class. Many girls were attracted to me, but I never fell in love with anyone. My family was financially weak, and I worked part-time every day just to pay for my studies. Love was never a priority for me in such circumstances.

One of those girls was my classmate, Reema. She often brought me tiffin, bought clothes for me, and sometimes even paid a part of my college fees to impress me.

I didn’t truly love her, but because her family supported my education, I felt compelled to maintain a relationship with her.

After graduation, when I wanted to start my career in the city, I agreed to marry her just to get her family’s recommendation. But after the wedding, I realized that I had no emotional connection with her—and even the slightest physical closeness made me uncomfortable.

We were married for three years, but we never had a child. She repeatedly asked me to get medical tests done, but I always insisted that I was perfectly healthy and flatly refused to see a doctor. Meanwhile, my career stabilized, and I no longer depended on her family. That’s when I decided to leave the cold, lifeless marriage and seek “true love.”

My indifference and neglect broke her from within. Finally, she signed the divorce papers and set me free.

After the divorce, I began a relationship with my business partner, Anaya—the girl I had long admired from afar. About a year later, we decided to marry. I hadn’t invited Reema, yet somehow she had the audacity to show up at the wedding.

The shock came when she arrived pregnant to bless us. The entire assembly froze, whispers spreading like wildfire.

She came up to us and said,

“If I had my life again, I would never waste my youth on a man who never loved me and only used my money. Marrying you was my biggest mistake.”

She was about to turn and leave when Anaya asked in a trembling voice,

“Whose child is in your womb?”

Her question pierced me to the core. It had been more than a year since our divorce, so the child couldn’t be mine. Yet… why had she never become pregnant during our three years of marriage?

Did that mean the problem had been me?

Without hesitation, Reema turned and said,

“We couldn’t have a child for three years. I kept asking him to get tested, but he always blamed me. Every test I took came back fine. After the divorce, I met a good man, married him… and on our very first night, I became pregnant.”

Her words were so shocking that the bouquet slipped from Anaya’s hands. I stood there, stunned and speechless.

After Reema left, I tried to explain to Anaya that we should first complete the wedding rituals and then discuss everything else. But she refused firmly. She said,

“My brother and his wife couldn’t have a child for nine years. They spent millions on treatment and still had no result, and eventually got divorced. I will not repeat that story.

A failed marriage diminishes a woman’s life. I don’t want my first marriage to be with a man who might not even be able to be a father.”

I had no right to complain to either Reema or Anaya.

My ruin was the consequence of my own selfishness, my own decisions, and my own mistakes.
What I had sown… I was now reaping.
Had I treated my first wife with honesty and respect, perhaps I wouldn’t be standing here in such a miserable state today.