Growing up, I always thought the bracelets my librarian dad and I made were just a fun pastime. It wasn’t until I mentioned them at a family reunion years later, long after his death, that I discovered those seemingly ordinary trinkets held a hidden legacy that would save my family.Hi, I’m Jade, a 36-year-old nurse living in Oakhaven, Arkansas. The past year has been the hardest for my family. The economic state of the world hit us hard, and our bills were multiplying while our income stagnated.A worried woman | Source: MidjourneyI had long hours at the local hospital, but it felt like we were barely keeping our heads above water. My husband, Ethan, is a builder, but the construction industry hasn’t been doing well. He was forced to take on odd jobs just to make ends meet. I know everyone is having a hard time, and I shouldn’t complain, but it has been exhausting. A constant knot of worry would often make me nauseous and threaten to drive me mad. A worried woman | Source: MidjourneyWhat’s more, I’ve even had to put off paying for necessities until we got late notices. My only solace was that our girls, Sandra and Gwen, were still young and oblivious to our struggle. One night, while Ethan and I sat at the kitchen table overlooking all our late payment notices, they were too busy building a pillow fort in the living room. We had to keep going for them. During these hard times, I often thought back to my childhood. It was a simpler time with laughter and carefree days in our cozy, book-filled house. A little girl in a house filled with books | Source: MidjourneyI remember spending hours with my dad in his study, surrounded by towering bookshelves and the comforting scent of old paper. As a librarian, my dad was always buried in words, but every weekend when I was young, we made bracelets together. It was our thing until I moved away for college. It was our little secret, too, and I’d hoped he would have a chance to do it with our girls, but he passed away from cancer before he could even meet them.The sharp ring of the phone interrupted my nostalgic thoughts. It was my mom, calling to remind me about the upcoming family gathering to commemorate the tenth anniversary of Dad’s death. An older woman talking on the phone | Source: MidjourneyI hesitated for a moment, as I truly wasn’t sure if I wanted to go spend time with family. What would I tell everyone? That we were fine? We weren’t. Still, I knew I couldn’t miss it.A few days later, Ethan and I organized ourselves, booked some time off, and packed up the car to head to my childhood home in Edmond, Oklahoma. My mom, Eleanor, a retired English teacher, greeted us with a huge hug. When we walked inside, I saw that my brothers were already there in the living room. Two men sitting in living room | Source: MidjourneyTravis, the oldest, was a successful businessman and has been seemingly unaffected by the economic downturn. As soon as everyone got situated, and we started chatting, he started to boast about his latest investments and lavish vacations. “Just closed a deal on a new condo in Maui,” he announced, flashing a smug grin. “I’m thinking of renting it out, maybe make a little extra cash.”I tried not to show how his words made me and my husband feel.A worried woman | Source: MidjourneyMeanwhile, Adam, the middle child, was a teacher like Mom, kind and empathetic. I could also see that things were hard for him. Perhaps not as dire as us, though, because he was mostly worried about his students, not himself.”Things are tough at the school,” he admitted, his voice low. “Budget cuts, larger classes… it’s getting harder to make a difference.”But luckily, Mom called us to the dining room before they could ask too many questions about my family. Once we sat to eat, we focused on remembering Dad.A family having dinner | Source: MidjourneyWe began sharing stories of him. Travis recounted how Dad had taught him to ride a bike, exaggerating a little as usual. “I was a natural, of course,” he declared, puffing out his chest. “Took to it like a fish to water. Dad always said I had a knack for anything with wheels.”I smiled indulgently, as Adam took a turn. He reminisced about the surprisingly effective relationship advice Dad had given him during his worst breakup in college. An older man talking to a young man | Source: Midjourney”Dad always had a way of seeing things clearly,” he mused with a small smile playing on his lips. “He told me to focus on the good times, to cherish the memories, and to let go of the anger. It was simple advice, but it helped me heal.”When it was my turn, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what to say. There was so much. But I remembered the memories that had been keeping me sane these days and picked that.”My Dad never told me he loved me,” I began, smiling despite how my words would sound. Everyone looked at me in confusion, yet I continued, “But I knew he did because we always made bracelets together. That’s my most cherished memory of him.”A little girl making bracelets with her father | Source: Midjourney”Dad made bracelets with you?” Adam asked as the corners of his mouth went up. Travis was shaking his head like he thought it was ridiculous, but before I could wipe the smirk off his face, Mom spoke.”Where are the bracelets?” she demanded. Her face had gone ashen, and I wasn’t sure why.”I-I don’t know… the basement?” I stammered while trying to remember.A woman at a dining table looking surprised | Source: MidjourneyShe abruptly stood up from the table, muttering about making a phone call, while my siblings and I looked at one another in confusion. We heard her talking to someone from the kitchen phone but couldn’t make out the words. She came back less than a minute later with a pale face. “We need to find those bracelets, Jade. Now!”An hour later, all of us were in the basement, covered in dirt and sneezing every few minutes. We went through boxes and old trunks, and Mom only got more desperate to find the bracelets. A basement with old boxes | Source: MidjourneyI wasn’t sure they would be there, but finally, in a forgotten bag tucked away in a corner, I found them. Looking at them, I remembered the peculiar gemstones that Dad had pointed out to me. They were shiny even after so many years. “Here, Mom,” I said happily. “They’re still here.”She took them, clutching them in her hands as if they were a lifeline. Little did I know, they would be.”We need to take these to Mr. Harrington,” she said excitedly.An older woman holding bracelets | Source: MidjourneyThe next day, we were at Mr. Harrington’s store, a jewelry shop tucked away on a quiet side street. It was always filled with the glint of gold and the sparkle of diamonds. No one in town had a better eye for precious things.I didn’t think he would find my dad’s bracelets terribly exciting, but he examined them thoroughly with his tools. After what seemed like an eternity, he looked up with wide eyes.”These are quite remarkable specimens,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “Uncut, for sure. Where did you come by them? They appear to be… quite valuable.”An old man looking at jewelry | Source: MidjourneyMy mouth popped open while my mom clapped her hands together. I had no idea, but she looked like she did. “I’ll tell you at home,” she interrupted me and asked Mr. Harrington to give us an estimate, so we could know how much these would sell for.The amount… was eye-watering.A stunned woman | Source: MidjourneyThat afternoon, back at her home and over a steaming cup of tea, my mom revealed the truth. She explained that my father had discovered these gemstones during an archaeological dig in his youth, long before he became a librarian. Dad had incorporated them into the bracelets as a “safety net” for the family, except he never told anyone.It wasn’t until I mentioned our secret weekend hobby that it finally clicked for Mom. A man discovering gemstones | Source: Midjourney”You see, your grandma, James’ mom, asked me before she died if I had given you kids the jewels yet. I thought she meant my own, so I just told her yes,” she explained. “But while you talked about making bracelets with your dad, I remembered him telling me the story of his archeology digs. I had completely forgotten.””And who did you call yesterday?””Your aunt, Clara,” she replied. Clara was my father’s sister. “She was the only other person who knew about them. I just had to confirm, and she was shocked that we didn’t have them safe at the bank or something. She told me to find and get them appraised immediately.”An older woman talking on the phone | Source: MidjourneyI was speechless. “Well, we have them, and we know what they’re worth. We can find a way to keep them safe from now on,” I nodded.But Mom grabbed my hand. “No, Jade. We have to sell them,” she said, and her eyes were tender. “I know you are struggling. I see the new wrinkles in your eyes and more gray in your hair. I’ve been trying to find a way to help, but times are hard for me, too.”I touched my head in shame at those words.A woman looking sad while touching her hair | Source: Midjourney”I know you didn’t want to say anything, but I’m your mother. I know when you’re in pain,” Mom continued, tightening her hold. “We need to sell them, so you and your husband can breathe for a while. Focus on finding better jobs, paying the bills, or any other way to make your lives better.”I shook my head. “I can’t…””We’ll give your brothers a fair share, of course,” she added, “and they can do what they want. But I think you and your husband need them the most. This is what your father would want.”An older woman in a living room | Source: Midjourney”Are you sure?” I asked just because I needed the confirmation.The bracelets changed our lives, and we didn’t even have to sell all the ones we received after dividing them between me and my brothers. Bracelets | Source: MidjourneyEthan and I paid off our debts. We even made necessary home repairs, and we invested in a college fund for Sandra and Gwen. Once the weight was off our shoulders, things fell into place.A year later, Ethan started his own business, which picked up exponentially, and I got a huge promotion sometime after. And now, when I remember my secret hobby with Dad, I remember that our good fortune came from his thoughtful thinking and also, my mom’s worry. What a beautiful thing it is to have this kind of love in your life!A woman looking happy | Source: MidjourneyHere’s another story: My greedy brother demanded the family home I’d inherited from our late dad. But less than 24 hours later, he called me in tears and begged me to take it back. Something behind those walls had shaken him to his core, and I knew exactly what it was.This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

On their 50th wedding anniversary, Tina and Patrick stand side by side, celebrating a love story marked by a heart-wrenching 17-year separation. From teenage sweethearts to a miraculous reunion, their journey defies belief, proving that true love endures even the longest, most unexpected distances.I’m Tina. Today, at 68, I’m standing in a room filled with laughter, surrounded by family and friends, all here to celebrate my husband Patrick and me.A happy elderly couple | Source: PexelsIt’s our 50th wedding anniversary, a milestone that feels surreal, considering the path we took to get here. Our life together sounds like a story—sometimes like a dream, and other times, like a nightmare I’d never wish on anyone. But every bit of it is true.We were just kids when I first saw him, barely fifteen, and still figuring out how to find my way around my new high school. My family had moved across the state that summer, and everything felt strange and out of place.A high school student | Source: PexelsOn my first day, I found myself lost, looking for my math class. As I stumbled down the hallway, I felt a sudden shove from behind, and my books went flying. A group of girls laughed, their voices cold and mocking.”Guess you didn’t see that coming, huh?” one of them sneered.I bent down, feeling my face burn, wishing I could disappear. Just then, a voice cut through the noise.Kids bullying a girl | Source: Pexels”Hey, leave her alone.” I looked up to see a tall boy with shaggy brown hair and a serious look in his eye. “Pick on someone else,” he added, not even looking at the girls. He bent down, handed me my book, and smiled. “You okay?”I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Thanks.”The girls walked off, muttering, and he turned back to me. “I’m Patrick,” he said, extending a hand.High school sweethearts | Source: Midjourney”Tina,” I managed, feeling a nervous smile creep up.”Well, Tina, math class is this way. Mind if I walk you there?”I shook my head, trying to hide my relief. “I’d like that.”From that day on, we were inseparable. Patrick was everything I wasn’t—bold, confident, and a little bit reckless.A high school couple | Source: PexelsAt eighteen, we were married. It was a simple ceremony—just us, our families, and a few friends in a little white chapel in town. I wore a hand-sewn dress that my mother had stayed up nights to finish, and Patrick wore his father’s suit, a little too big at the shoulders. When he took my hand at the altar, he squeezed it so tightly I thought he’d never let go.”You sure you want to do this?” he whispered with a grin.A bride kissing the groom | Source: Pexels”Only if you do,” I whispered back, squeezing his hand right back.Not long after, we found out I was pregnant. Patrick was overjoyed, lifting me up and spinning me around, saying he’d build a crib with his own two hands. We didn’t have much, but that didn’t matter to him.Around the time we had our daughter, Patrick enlisted in the army. It was hard saying goodbye, harder than anything I’d done. But he promised me he’d be back soon.A wife kissing her husband goodbye | Source: Pexels”I’ll write every week,” he said, holding me close. “And I’ll count down the days.”Patrick came home when he was twenty-two. I’ll never forget that day, the way he swept me up in his arms, our daughter giggling in his lap as we sat in the backyard, feeling like our life was finally beginning.A young man and his daughter | Source: PexelsA week later, he planned a trip with his old army buddies up to the mountains. Just a short getaway, he said. Something to clear his head. “Promise I won’t be long,” he told me, kissing me on the forehead as he packed up.A lone man on a hike | Source: PexelsDays turned into weeks, and no one had heard from him. My heart felt like it was tearing in two, with worry gnawing at me every second. People came from all over to help search. They scoured the trails, combed through forests, even brought in dogs. But there was no sign of him.One day, a police officer came to my door, hat in hand, looking down at the ground.”We think… there might’ve been an avalanche,” he said quietly. “We’re not giving up, but… it doesn’t look good.”A policeman delivering bad news | Source: MidjourneyI stood in the doorway, clutching the frame, my breath gone, my mind spinning. I couldn’t bring myself to believe it, even as people around me slowly started saying things like “gone” and “lost forever.”At 36, I was a mother to a teenage daughter and slowly finding ways to smile again. Patrick had been gone for nearly 15 years, and while part of me held on to a sliver of hope, I knew life had to keep moving.A woman watching sunset | Source: PexelsEventually, I met someone new. His name was Tom, and he was kind, patient, and had a warm way of making people feel at ease. He knew about Patrick—everyone in town did—but he didn’t mind. He said he’d wait as long as I needed.”You take your time, Tina,” he’d say with a soft smile. “I’m not here to replace anyone.”A man consoling a woman | Source: PexelsOver time, his patience wore down my defenses, and we built a quiet, happy life together. A few years later, we welcomed a son, Danny. Watching my children grow brought joy into my heart again, and while Patrick was never far from my thoughts, I felt at peace with the family I had.Three years later, at 39, Tom and I decided to get married. Our son was still a toddler, and my daughter, grown and hopeful for her mom, insisted it was time. “You deserve happiness, Mom,” she’d say. And maybe she was right.A daughter consoling her mother | Source: MidjourneyIt was a simple ceremony in the backyard, with only close friends and family. I was inside, putting on my dress and feeling the day’s excitement settle over me, when I heard a strange sound from outside—a siren, slowing down.My heart pounded as I stepped out to see what was going on. A police car was parked at the curb, and out of the passenger side, I saw him. Thin, unsteady, and pale as a ghost, Patrick.A pale man in a police car | Source: MidjourneyMy breath caught as I walked forward, hands shaking. He stood there, barely able to meet my eyes. After a long, painful silence, he whispered, “Hello, Tina.” His voice was cracked, and his eyes glistened with tears.”Patrick…” I managed, my voice choked. The world seemed to tilt, the voices behind me fading to nothing. For a moment, it felt as if the years had rolled back, and I was eighteen again, looking at the only boy I’d ever loved.a shocked bride in her backyard | Source: MidjourneyHe took a step toward me, swaying, and I ran to catch him. Tears filled my eyes as I held him up, my heart torn open. Tom and our families watched in silence as I brought him inside, away from the murmurs and stares.After Patrick regained some strength, we sat down together, and he began to tell his story. He spoke haltingly, his words slow and heavy. He’d gone up the mountain that day with his friends, just like he’d said he would. But an accident happened. He slipped, fell, and when he woke up, he couldn’t remember anything.A man fallen off a cliff | Source: Midjourney”There was… a woman,” he said quietly. “She found me. She told me… I was her husband. I believed her, Tina. I thought that was my life.”My heart clenched as he spoke, his voice breaking. He’d lived with her in a cabin, isolated from the world, with no memory of me, of our daughter, or of our life together. Then, one day, his memory came back, and he’d made his way to the nearest police station, finally remembering his real life.A scared man talking to a policeman | Source: Midjourney”It took me a while to find you,” he said, his hands trembling. “But I never stopped trying.”It was all too much—love, anger, relief, and shock tangled up inside me. I held his hand, tears spilling down my cheeks. That night, I made a hard decision, and I went to Tom. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. He understood, even if it broke his heart.A crying bride | Source: FreepikIn the months that followed, Patrick and I tried to rebuild a life together. He was physically frail and emotionally distant, still haunted by memories of his time away. I stood by him through physical therapy, doctor’s visits, and counseling. Our daughter, grown now, watched cautiously, letting her heart heal slowly, just as I was.Two years after Patrick returned, we welcomed a new baby boy, little Sam. Holding him in my arms felt like a piece of us had been restored, something solid and hopeful.A woman holding her newborn baby | Source: PexelsI could see the joy in Patrick’s eyes, the promise of a new beginning after so many years of heartache. Our family felt whole again, in a way I never thought possible.Today, I look around at my family, gathered in our home to celebrate 50 years of a life so much stranger and deeper than I’d ever dreamed. Friends, family, and laughter fill every corner of the house. There are smiles, stories, and memories shared.A woman toasting at a party | Source: PexelsAs I sit beside Patrick, I feel his hand on mine, steady and strong, and I smile. It hasn’t been a simple road, not by any means. But together, we made it, through loss, love, and a journey that brought him back to me.And in the end, isn’t that what love is for? To hold on, even when everything else tells you to let go.A happy family | Source: PexelsLiked this story? Consider checking out this one: As Amelia’s 30th birthday approaches, her husband, Jared, keeps hinting at a major surprise for her, causing her imagination to grow wild. On the day of her birthday party, she discovers that her birthday surprise is a man who she never wanted to see again…This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Marriage is usually a beautiful moment when two lovebirds get to be united as one in love, but that isn’t always the case, as seen in the following stories. Sometimes the other partner’s intentions aren’t pure, and sometimes they hide tragic secrets.From fiancés who cheat and ones who try to steal from their significant others to grooms who are forced out of the lives of their brides, all these tales are about failed marriages. Read these three shocking stories to see how wedding days can sometimes fall apart before they go far.Unhappy couples at their weddings | Source: MidjourneyFrom the moment I arrived at Catherine’s extravagant wedding venue, I felt an unsettling excitement. My name’s Amanda, and as a private event planner, I’ve handled countless high-end weddings, but none had ever prepared me for this.Catherine, a 38-year-old heiress, hired me for her grand wedding to Arnold, a wealthy businessman. She was willing to pay millions for every detail to be perfect while insisting on privacy. I’d spent months coordinating this day, listening as Catherine told me how much Arnold loved her.A wedding invitation card | Source: UnsplashYet, despite our meeting every day, her fiancé never once appeared in our planning sessions.”He’s busy working but completely trusts my vision,” she’d laugh, dismissing any need for him to weigh in on details.I didn’t dwell on it much, but as the day approached, I couldn’t shake a nagging curiosity about this mysterious groom.The morning of the wedding, I was organizing table settings when the announcement came: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our beloved groom, Arnold, with applause!” I turned, expecting to see a stranger. Instead, I saw him…A confused woman looking outside a window | Source: ShutterstockMy heart stopped as the car’s doors opened; there, stepping out of a white limousine, was MY ex-fiancé, John! I stood frozen in shock as he walked down the red carpet, waving at the guests as he made his way to join his bride at the altar.But then he turned in the next moment, his eyes found mine, and what happened next was unexpected…A happy groom looking at someone | Source: MidjourneyAs he walked past, he looked right at me with no hint of recognition! A cold wave of anger hit me, and I knew I couldn’t let him get away with it again! I’d lost everything to this man, but not today! Catherine deserved the truth.Six months earlier, I’d loved and trusted John until he vanished without a trace, leaving me with a mountain of debt. Now, here he was, under a new name, wearing an expensive tuxedo, ready to marry a woman he’d likely deceive as he had me.A groom at his wedding | Source; MidjourneyI replayed the nightmare of him disappearing from our home, clearing out our accounts, and leaving me with nothing but betrayal.I couldn’t confront him right away; I needed a plan. A memory sparked: Catherine once mentioned a distant aunt, Linda, whom she wished could attend. The aunt hadn’t been seen in decades, but the bride’s confession gave me an idea.A woman thinking of a plan | Source: MidjourneyLeaving someone I trusted in charge, I rushed home, called my makeup artist friend Carla, and together, we transformed me into “Aunt Linda,” an elderly woman no one would question.Back at the wedding, dressed in Carla’s impeccable disguise, I limped up to the entrance and smiled at the security guard.”I’m Linda, here to surprise my beloved niece, Catherine.”He looked doubtful until the bride, who’d already married John, spotted us and, stunned, hurried over.Security staff at an event | Source: Shutterstock”Linda? I can’t believe it’s you!” Catherine embraced me, unaware she was hugging me instead of a relative. I patted her arm and leaned in close.”Let’s catch up in a bit, dear. But first, I’d love to make a toast,” I said, heart racing with anticipation.Soon, I stood before the gathered guests, John watching from the crowd.Clearing my throat, I announced, “As a surprise for my precious Catherine, I’ve brought a family heirloom, a rare diamond I kept in storage. It’s right here in my purse.”I took it out and held it up before putting it away.Someone holding a diamond | Source: ShutterstockJohn’s eyes flashed. That diamond, although fake, was bait, and sure enough, within an hour, he made his move! Disguised as Linda, I kept a careful eye on him as he slipped out to “use the restroom.” Moments later, the lights went out…Taking my cue, I ducked to the back entrance and waited, gripping a heavy decanter. Suddenly, John, or rather “Arnold,” came creeping through the darkness, the glinting stone in his hand. Before he could react, I swung, hitting him square on the back of his head!An old woman hits a groom on the head | Source: MidjourneyHe collapsed, the diamond tumbling from his fingers as the lights flickered back on. As he lay groaning, I turned to see Catherine’s brother, who happened to be a police chief, staring at the scene in shock.”I trusted him once,” I said, explaining John’s deception while removing my disguise as Catherine’s eyes filled with horror. Her brother stepped forward, ready to arrest my ex.”Arnold, or John, or whoever you are, you’re under arrest,” he declared.A shocked police chief at an event | Source: MidjourneyCatherine stood by me, speechless and shaken. John looked at me, finally recognizing who I was, but this time he had no escape.A week later, Catherine showed up at my door, offering me a position as her assistant and confidante.”You saved me from him,” she said, grateful.As I accepted her offer, I knew I’d finally found the closure and justice I’d waited for.A happy woman | Source: MidjourneyI watched as Andy, my fiancé, packed his things, getting ready to leave again. Lately, he’d been doing that… a lot. I swallowed my frustration and tried to sound calm.”Do you really have to go?”Andy barely looked at me. “Yeah, it’s for work. Can’t refuse.”I raised an eyebrow as I felt a growing suspicion. “Seems like you’ve got a lot of work going on these days.”An unhappy woman | Source: PexelsHis hands stopped moving. “What’re you implying?”He sounded defensive, and the tightness in my chest grew. I couldn’t help it; something was off. Andy had been disappearing without much of an explanation, always on his phone, and dodging any serious talk.I watched him grab his toiletries and disappear into the bathroom when I didn’t respond. Then I noticed his phone light up with a new message and kept buzzing. I glanced at the bathroom door and heard the shower as the sound of water filled our apartment. The temptation gnawed at me. This was my chance!A man walking into the bathroom | Source: MidjourneyI knew his phone’s passcode but had never snooped, knowing it was wrong, yet this time I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was cheating on me. I unlocked his phone, hands trembling. The message was from a group chat called “Andy and Kira.”My heart started pounding. Kira was my best friend, I nearly dropped the phone with confusion. I opened the chat. The members stunned me: Andy, Kira, my mom, my sister, and my brother. My pulse quickened as I scrolled up to the beginning of the chat.A woman snooping through a phone | Source: MidjourneyThe first message, from Andy, read:”I’m sorry you all had to find out about Kira and me this way. I just can’t let Erin find out that I love them both. I still want to marry her…”My chest tightened as I read my mom’s response, “Andy, you can’t treat Erin like this. She’s my daughter.”But her moral stance didn’t last. My brother and sister chimed in with open-relationship suggestions, and soon they all were encouraging Andy to keep his relationship with Kira a secret from me! I read, in disbelief, as my family agreed to help him hide everything “until the time was right.” My hands shook, but I kept scrolling.A woman snooping through a phone | Source: MidjourneyI found photos from a trip they’d all taken together while I’d stayed home sick. Kira had sent Andy pictures that left no question about what they’d been doing. Furious, I took screenshots and sent them to myself. When Andy stepped out of the shower, I forced a smile, pretending nothing was wrong.Days passed, each one tormenting me. Andy noticed my restlessness and even bought a pregnancy test, worried I might be ill. If only he knew the sickness I felt was from him. I smiled and thanked him. But I knew they all deserved the harshest lesson, and they were going to get it because the plan for my revenge was already forming in my mind…A woman plotting something | Source: MidjourneyOn the day of the rehearsal dinner, Andy left early to “take care of something,” and I felt grateful for his absence. I sent the screenshots on a timed release for 5:30 p.m., set to go to my entire family, Kira’s family, Andy’s, and every friend we had invited.At the restaurant, my mom greeted me with a hug, beaming.”I’m so happy for you and Andy!” she said, and I swallowed back the bile.A happy woman hugs another one | Source: MidjourneyWhen the guests settled, my fiancé stood to give a toast. He smiled, raising his glass.”Thank you all for being here to celebrate the love of my life.”I clenched my teeth, my fingers tight around my glass.”From our first date, I knew Erin was the one I wanted beside me forever. We…”Then phones began buzzing, interrupting his speech. One by one, people looked down, confusion darkening into shock. Leaning toward me, “Did you arrange some surprise?” my mom whispered.A woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney”Something like that,” I replied, feeling my anger settle into a cold satisfaction as chaos ensued with some people shouting and arguing.But when she looked at her phone, her face went pale, and she could barely meet my eyes! Kira went stiff, staring at Andy with panic! Andy grabbed his phone to see what all the commotion was before looking at me, horrified!”Erin, wait… I can explain.”My aunt Teresa stood, glaring at my mother.”How could you? You betrayed your own daughter for this!”An upset woman shouting | Source: FreepikKira’s eyes met mine, pleading, as she stammered, “Erin, I… we couldn’t control our feelings. Can’t we stay friends?”I slapped her. “Friends? Friends don’t betray each other like this!”Andy tried to defend her, but I silenced him with one last glare.”You’re the most pathetic man I’ve ever met!”With that, I turned and flipped the cake onto the floor.”Enjoy your sweet life together,” I said, grabbing my aunt’s arm and heading for the door.Two women leave a venue | Source: MidjourneyOutside, she hugged me tightly.”You did the right thing,” she whispered.”I know,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. I wiped my tears. “Andy was kind enough to pay for the wedding. He’ll be broke soon enough.”We both laughed a small relief in the pain.I’d exposed the truth. Now, I could finally start to heal.Two happy women walking together | Source: MidjourneyStanding in the church that morning, my heart thumped with excitement. Karl, the love of my life, and I had planned every part of our wedding, and finally, the day was here. I pictured him waiting for me down the aisle, just as eager to start our life together. But behind the scenes, another plan was already unfolding.Unbeknownst to me, my father, Hubert, had cornered my fiancé in the men’s dressing room and was trying to force him out.”You’ll leave this church immediately and never come back. Do you understand me, boy?” he threatened.A man threatening another one | Source: MidjourneyKarl’s voice trembled, but he held his ground.”I’m not a boy, sir. I love Jessica. This is our wedding day.””I never liked you with her, and I’m not letting this continue. My daughter isn’t marrying some loser who lives paycheck to paycheck.”Karl stood up straighter. “Is that a threat?””I don’t make threats, I make promises,” my father snapped. “You will leave this place right now and ghost Jessica forever, or else.”A sad man departing | Source: PexelsMany decades later, at 75, I liked sitting outside on my porch, watching the kids running around. I always brought a cup of tea and a book to read. It was a peaceful time, but I always found myself reflecting on my life and sometimes my first wedding because it was the only time I was excited to have one.I didn’t know about the exchange between Karl and my father until years later, but when my fiancé vanished that day, part of me sensed my father was involved. When I reached the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, I noticed that everyone looked worried.People looking worried | Source: FreepikWe waited for hours, watching the clock and searching every possible place for him. But Karl was gone without a trace, and nobody could explain why. I was left standing outside the Masonic Temple, one of the best wedding venues in the city, heartbroken and crying in my mother’s arms at the place I always dreamt of marrying.My father, meanwhile, was calm, maybe even pleased, knowing he’d won.A happy man standing next to an upset bride | Source: MidjourneyFive years passed, then my father introduced me to Michael, the son of a wealthy friend of his. I resisted at first, but my father’s pressure was relentless, and eventually, I accepted Michael’s proposal.We had a daughter, Cynthia, but as soon as my father passed when she was six, I divorced Michael. He’d been unfaithful for most of our marriage, and I felt nothing but relief to be free of him. Cynthia and I moved to a quiet neighborhood in Rosedale Park.Years went by, and she married, giving me three beautiful grandchildren.A woman with her children | Source: PexelsAs I sat on my porch reminiscing about Karl and wondering why he abandoned me, I thought about how I had a great life despite everything. I was thinking about how I never dated again when the mailman interrupted my thoughts with a loud and cheerful “Good morning, Mrs. Pennington!” I nearly dropped my tea in surprise!”Oh, hello,” I replied, giving him a small smile.”You’ve got a letter here,” he said, handing it over. “Fancy! I don’t see handwritten ones often these days.”A closed envelope | Source: PexelsI thanked him, and as he walked away, I stared at the envelope, frozen. The last thing I expected was to see the return address written: “Karl Pittman.” My heart raced as I opened the letter with trembling fingers, my mind flashing back to that church day.Inside, Karl’s handwriting read:I don’t know if you’ll want to hear from me after all these years but I think about you every day. Your father threatened me on our wedding day, and I was young and afraid. I shouldn’t have listened, but I did, and I left. I moved to California with nothing but the clothes on my back.An upset woman reading a letter | Source: MidjourneyI choked on tears, wiping them away to keep reading:I never married or had children because you were the love of my life. I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve included my phone number and address, in case you want to write me back or call. I never learned how to use Facebook and all those things, but I’d love to hear from you.I put down the letter, tears streaming down my cheeks, mixed with a strange relief. All those years, I’d feared Karl had left because he didn’t love me, but now I knew he’d been forced to run.An emotional woman holding a letter | Source: MidjourneyWithout hesitation, I went inside and found my old stationery. I spent hours writing, and that letter was the start of something I thought I’d lost forever. We wrote back and forth, catching up on lives we’d lived apart.Karl and I finally spoke by phone, talking for hours, laughing and crying about the years we’d lost. Then, one year later, he moved back to Detroit. We were both older, and time was shorter now, but I finally had him back! We were together, finally, in a life that had come full circle.A happy couple | Source: PexelsIf you enjoyed those stories, then you’ll love this extra one about a man whose soon-to-be mother-in-law discovered he was cheating most unexpectedly. 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