"My Runaway Husband Returns After 3 Years... To Find Me Pregnant!"

"On my wedding day with Alexander Hawthorne, his step-sister Isabelle threatened to jump off a building. Alexander abandoned me at the altar, still in my wedding dress, to save her. Facing the mocking eyes of the guests, I publicly announced, "Whoever comes up here to marry me today, I'll be their bride!" Three years later, Alexander returned to the Hawthorne mansion with Isabelle. I was sitting on a leather couch, sipping gourmet soup and binge-watching TV shows. Alexander glared at my swollen belly, gritting his teeth, "Whose bastard are you carrying?" I took another sip of my soup and smiled lightly, "Of course, it's a Hawthorne child." 1 Alexander approached me furiously, yanking me off the couch. "You slut! I left with Isabelle on our wedding day and haven't been back for three years. How could that child possibly be mine?" I found it amusing. I never said it was his, and he wasn't the only Hawthorne man. "Of course, this child isn't yours. You're not worthy of being its father!" Isabelle, shocked, spoke up, "Sophia, even though Alexander left you at the altar, he still let you keep the Hawthorne name and enjoy the family's wealth. How could you be so shameless as to get pregnant with someone else's child?" I glanced at her, "Isabelle, you're the Hawthorne's step-sister, yet you openly seduced your own brother. When it comes to shamelessness, who could compare to you two?" Isabelle immediately turned to Alexander with a pitiful voice, "Alex, for the past three years, we've kept our relationship purely platonic. But she's pregnant with another man's child, making you a cuckold." Hearing the word "cuckold," Alexander raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "You whore! You get knocked up by someone else and dare to slander me and Isabelle? Get out of the Hawthorne house!" The pain on my cheek left me dazed for a few seconds. Three years ago, when Alexander ran off with Isabelle, leaving me alone at the altar to face everyone's mockery, I publicly asked for a husband. It was Alexander's uncle, William Hawthorne, who stepped up and married me. William was known as the "Ice King" in the city. Since I married him, everyone treated me with utmost respect and courtesy. Since my pregnancy, William had been pampering me, not letting even a hair on my head be harmed. If William found out Alexander had hit me today, there would definitely be bloodshed. To avoid a family tragedy and for the sake of my unborn child, I said coldly, "If you leave now, I'll pretend none of this ever happened." But they didn't appreciate my offer. Isabelle grabbed my hair. "Alex, this bitch is just guilty. She wants to drive us out so she can use that bastard child to take over the Hawthorne fortune." Alexander cursed, "You scheming witch, so that's your plan. I won't let you get away with it." I twisted away from Isabelle's grip and said coldly, "From the day you ran away, Grandfather Hawthorne removed you fr...