One Night Stand on my wedding day???

“Uhm, big sis. I don't feel so good.” Amelia tried to maintain her balance as she staggered. “Are you sure Derrick is waiting for me in that tent?” She almost fell but was caught just in time by her elder sister, Erica. “Of course I'm sure.” A smile curled at the corner of her lips. “Just behind that curtain is your newly wedded husband waiting to give you a treat.” But the look on Erica's face suggested she was up to no good.

“Ahh!” Amelia cried out as her back hit the mattress, but she couldn't find the strength to get back up. “Enjoy your night, Amelia.” With that, Erica fled the scene. A look of satisfaction on her face.

Amelia felt weak. It was as if she had just taken down 12 bottles of Alcohol in one go; her head throbbed like a drum, and she couldn't stand or sit up, like an invisible force had pinned her down. She felt her insides burning, her face red from the intensity she felt inside. All she could do was try to unzip her wedding dress, in an attempt to escape this massive heat that had taken over her body.

Then she heard it. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate, and drawing closer. Her heart began to race as the light in the tent seemed to grow dimmer by the second. A shadow loomed just outside, its presence growing larger and more menacing. Amelia's eyes widened. Her lips parted as she struggled to mutter a single word.

“D…Derrick?”

Whoever it was didn't speak, Amelia tried to look, but alas, her vision was blurred, no doubt from all the alcohol, she thought. The presence drew closer and closer until close enough to reach the zipper of her dress.

“Let me help you.” The unfamiliar voice whispered, a man no doubt. Amelia had no idea who it was but she was sure of one thing. It wasn't Derrick!

The mysterious man unzipped her dress but he didn't stop there. He made his way to her bra, unclipping her bra straps like they were seatbelts.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips finding hers in a hesitant kiss. The body she thought was immobilized, now responded naturally as her hands gently rested on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat through her fingers. What was happening, she thought. Where was this rush of energy coming from?

His hands move up to her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies now in sync. She could feel the heat from his breath with every kiss he gave on her bare skin. Though she knew something was wrong, her body surrendered and before she knew it, she was led into a night of bliss.

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The next morning, Amelia woke up with a terrible headache, her body ached with a strange sense of unease. The memory of last night was still foggy, but something gnawed at the back of her mind. She blinked her eyes open, taking in her surroundings. The tent was silent, the air still. But on the small table beside her bed, something caught her eye.

A folded note. “Huh?”

Amelia sat up slowly, her heart racing. She reached for the note with trembling hands, unfolding the crisp paper. The handwriting was elegant.

“Last night was unforgettable. Here's my card. Call me if you ever run into trouble. -K.F.”

Her eyes stretched to the edge of the table, where a business card lay. She picked it up, “Kris Fox?”. She stared at the card in her hand, looking closer.

“Wait a minute…” Realization finally hitting her. “I just lost my virginity to a complete stranger!” She tried gathering all her clothes and belongings together, only to be cut midway.

“There she is!” Erika's voice rang out, she didn't come alone. “I told you she was here Derrick, and by the look of it, she had some company,” she said with a wicked grin on her face. It was obvious she had something to do with Amelia's predicament.

“Derrick…I”

Before she could finish, Derrick’s face blazed with rage. His hand struck her across the face, sending her stumbling back. The sting of his slap burned on her cheek, but the pain in her chest was far worse. With a snarl, Derrick ripped off his wedding ring and threw it at her, the small metal band bouncing off her, and landing on the floor.

“How could you Amelia!” His eyes beamed with the look of betrayal. “And on our wedding night too. Really? Who does that?” He was hurt. Amelia finally understood now the gravity of what she had done. She had been keeping herself for Derrick all through the five years they were dating. Never once going out of line because of the love she had for him, and yet, just like that, the relationship she had worked so hard for came crashing down before her eyes.

“We're done! You're nothing but a whore!” His words cut her like the deepest of knives. She couldn't say she blamed him though, having a one night stand on the day of your wedding didn't exactly scream, faithful wife. But still, he should have at least given her the chance to speak for herself if he had truly loved her as well.

Erica's smirk widened as she watched the scene unfold, she was enjoying every second of Amelia’s humiliation. Without another word, she turned and walked away, Derrick following close behind, leaving Amelia shattered and alone in the tent.

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With a broken heart still trying to heal, life went back to almost being normal for Amelia. Being a student at Clearfield University doing her master's degree, she had just four months before she would finally be done with the program. And as if the stress of going to campus every day wasn't bad enough, she had to go through the constant reminder that she was a cheating whore every day by Erica. Honestly, the distraction of her studies was the only thing keeping her going.

But two months in from then, something changed!

Amelia started to get morning sickness, a nauseous feeling that wouldn’t subside. At first, she thought it was the stress of having to attend her lectures late at night. But as the days went on, the symptoms became harder and harder to ignore. She decided to go for a test. And not just any test, a pregnancy test. Her stomach filled with dread at the possibility of her being pregnant.

Sitting in the doctor’s office, Amelia’s heart pounded, her eyes scanning the piles of Maternity books lined up on the shelf. When the door finally opened, the doctor walked in, holding a small envelope.

He handed her the results without a word. Amelia slowly opened it up, dying with anticipation not knowing what to expect. Her eyes beamed with mixtures of joy and sadness, what was written on that piece of paper would now determine her future. “I can't believe this.” Tears began to flow from her eyes.

"I'm..."