I never really wanted to marry Brad. Even when I moved in with him it was just because I needed a place while I looked for a new apartment after my roommate left town. I loved being a single girl in NYC and had never dated one guy for more than six months. Not that Brad wasn't a catch. He was handsome and wealthy, and I loved that he took me to all the best places NYC could offer. I just knew I was far from ready to settle down.

Then, just two months after moving in with Brad I got pregnant. I was pretty sure it was Brad's so...