Lady Informs Fiancé’s Family She Is Pregnant, ‘He’s Infertile!’ His Mom Says

The air outside Chris’ parents’ house felt heavier than usual. Standing at the front door, he sighed deeply.

“I just want to get this over with,” he muttered.

Amanda, ever the optimist, slipped her arms around his. “They’re your parents, honey. Maybe tonight they’ll finally come around. We want them at the wedding, right?”

Chris barely responded, his mouth pulling tight. “If they can’t accept you by now, I honestly don’t care anymore.”

“But what about the future? Our children?” she coaxed, her smile hopeful, oblivious to the way his jaw clenched. “Don’t we want them to have grandparents?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice flat. “I guess.”

The door opened. Mrs. Castillo greeted them with her usual strained smile. “Amanda. Nice to see you.”

It was cordial, polite even, but Amanda could feel the chill under the surface. For years, the Castillos had barely tolerated her.

Their son was meant to marry someone from a certain family—Ciara, the daughter of a respected doctor on the board of a local

private clinic. She checked every box his parents deemed important: status, lineage, social connections.

But Chris had met Amanda by chance—after bumping into her in a parking lot. Her warmth, humor, and sincerity won him over

in an instant. She wasn’t from money. She didn’t go to private school. But to Chris, she was real.

His parents didn’t see it that way. And Amanda, despite the undercurrents, kept trying to bridge the gap, inviting his mother to help with wedding details, calling to check in, extending olive branch after olive branch.

She hadn’t told them about the baby yet. She wanted that moment to be special.

Dinner was tense as always. Chris was distracted, silent. Amanda, ever the diplomat, made small talk and answered his father’s questions about her job with grace.

Then Mr. Castillo asked pointedly, “When are you planning to quit your job?”

Amanda blinked. “Excuse me?”

“To stay home. Be a wife. A mother.”

Chris jumped in. “She’s not quitting.”

His mother’s voice, saccharine-smooth, followed. “Of course not. Amanda’s a modern woman, after all.”

Amanda laughed lightly, swallowing her nerves. “Actually, I have some news on that front… I’m pregnant!”

The silence was instant, crushing. Amanda smiled, expecting excitement. Instead, Mrs. Castillo exploded.

“HE’S INFERTILE!” she shrieked. Her eyes blazed. “YOU CHEATED ON HIM, DIDN’T YOU? YOU THINK YOU CAN BABY-TRAP OUR SON?”

Amanda froze. “What… what are you talking about?”

Mr. Castillo stood, cold and controlled. “Get out of this house. Now.”

Chris didn’t move. He sat at the table, eyes on his plate, saying nothing as Amanda begged him to speak, to do something—

anything. She didn’t understand. They had been trying for months. There was no one else.

But his silence said everything. And his mother’s hand grabbed Amanda by the hair and dragged her out.

The next morning, Amanda found a note and medical papers left on the kitchen counter. The note was short:

She read it three times before the weight of it broke her. Chris believed she had betrayed him. He truly thought she had cheated.

But he was wrong. The baby was his.

Calls went unanswered. The Castillos had blocked her on everything. Even when she showed up at their house, the police were called.

“Fine,” she whispered to the mansion’s locked gate. “I’ll raise our baby on my own. And one day, you’ll regret this.”

She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy—Paul—who looked so much like Chris, it hurt. Same bright eyes, same stubborn chin.

Amanda worked, endured, thrived. She was exhausted and lonely, but she did it all because of her son.

“They don’t know what they’re missing,” she whispered one night, brushing Paul’s cheek. “We’ll find our own happiness.”

Chris tried to move on. His parents were comforting in their cold way, encouraging him to spend time with Ciara. She was sweet

and poised and everything they had wanted. Chris didn’t protest.

He didn’t feel much of anything.

They got engaged. Plans began. Then one day, Chris bumped into Amanda on the street.

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