I'm Never Coming Back Novel by ElaraThorne _ Novel





I'm Never Coming Back Chapter 01

On my wedding day, my fiancé was caught sleeping with my sister, Claribel.
I became the biggest joke of the whole event.
Then my childhood friend, Wesley, stepped in and proposed to me on the spot, saving me from the humiliation.
After we got married, he treated me well— The only problem was... our marriage was never really complete in that way.
This year, after IVF, I finally got pregnant.
From that moment on, he became even more thoughtful. I really believed we were going to be a happy family.
Until one day, I overheard him talking to a friend.
"Wes, how could you do this? Leilani's been so good to you. You swapped her eggs and turned her into a surrogate? Just because Claribel is scared of giving birth? The baby's due in two months. What are you gonna do then?"
Wesley went quiet for a moment, then sighed.
"After the baby's born, I'll give it to Clary. That's all she's ever wanted. As for Leilani... I'll tell her the baby didn't make it. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her."
So that was the truth.
All the love and care I thought was for me... was actually for Claribel.
I turned around and booked an abortion right away.
I didn't want this "dirty" baby.
And I definitely didn't want this fake marriage.
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His friend asked, “Aren’t you scared Leilani will find out?”
Wesley didn’t answer right away. Then he said, calm and sure, “She won’t.”
“You’re that confident?”
“She trusts me,” he said, like it was a fact. “She’d never question anything I say.”
There was a short silence. Then his friend lowered his voice. “Just don’t regret it later.”
Wesley let out a small laugh. “I won’t.”
So that’s how it was.
I stood outside the door, my nails digging into my palms so hard it hurt—but I barely felt it anymore.
I had come to bring him extra clothes. The weather had turned cold, and I was worried he might not be dressed warm enough.
But now… it felt like something tore straight through my chest, and the cold air rushed in, freezing me from the inside out.
I somehow made it home. I didn’t even turn on the lights.
My legs gave out, and I dropped onto the couch, shaking so badly I couldn’t stop.
My stomach twisted, my head spun, and tears kept falling—but I didn’t even have the strength to wipe them away.
Then I heard the door unlock.
Wesley was home.
His shoes tapped across the floor, getting closer, until he stopped right next to me and bent down. His voice was soft, full of concern.
“Why didn’t you turn on the lights? The housekeeper said you didn’t eat. Is your stomach acting up again?”
He brushed my hair away from my forehead, his eyes full of worry. “Leila, what’s wrong?”
Then he crouched beside me, his hand covering mine, warm and gentle. “You can’t skip meals. It’s not good for the baby.”
I looked at him.
At this man who looked like he cared so much.
And that’s when I understood—love can be fake, too.
Four years ago, on my wedding day, my fiancé was caught sleeping with my sister.
Right there. At my wedding.
My parents didn’t stand by me. They told me to step aside, said family comes first, said they couldn’t let outsiders laugh at us.
Then they announced—right in front of everyone—that the bride was Claribel now.
That day, Wesley stepped forward and proposed to me in public.
I thought he was saving me. Pulling me out of hell.
After we got married, I stayed by his side, helping him quietly.
I used my instincts in the stock market to guide his investments, helped him plan his business step by step.
In just a few years, his small company turned into a rising name in the market.
This year, we finally had a baby through IVF.
Everything looked perfect.
He held me and said this baby was the gift he’d been waiting for. His eyes were so gentle, so full of love.
But now I knew—every word of it was a lie.
Still… if he wanted to act, I could act too.
I blinked slowly and forced a small smile.
“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”
My voice sounded soft, a little weak—nothing suspicious.
He relaxed right away and said gently, “Okay. Get some rest.”
Fine.
I’d play along with him… for three more days.
After that, it would all be over.

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