Iris was so delighted. Her daughter Eliza was all set to get married to the love of her life, Daniel. So Iris shuffled toward her future son-in-law to give him her late husband’s diamond cufflinks.
But Daniel was walking too fast, and Iris had to race her achy knees. She watched him approach Melissa, one of the bridesmaids, and whisper something to her.
Then, they both walked away from the venue toward the back of the restaurant. Curious, Iris tiptoed behind them, only to see them slipping into a bathroom together…
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Iris slightly opened the door, and her heart sank when she peered inside.
“I can’t wait anymore, babe,” Daniel tugged at Mellissa’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Not now, darling,” Melissa crooned. “If someone finds out, our plans will be ruined. Patience, babe…you just need to stay married for a little. Think of the big payday we’ll get when you divorce your boring wife. Millions of dollars worth…but now control yourself!”
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Iris leaned over and glimpsed at Daniel and Melissa on the bathroom mirror. They were locked in each others’ arms, kissing passionately.
“Not now…” Melissa muttered. “We have to get back.”
“Not until you promise to meet me at my house later,” Daniel said. “We carry on like we always have…after Eliza’s gone to work!”
Melissa giggled. Unable to see or take it anymore, Iris hurried away to warn her daughter.
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Iris hurried to the dining room, but Eliza was not there. Suddenly, the MC called for everyone’s attention.
“Before we proceed to the wedding hall, the bride has a special gift for the groom,” he announced.
Eliza appeared on the stage and took the mic from the MC.
“…I’ve waited for a long time to find a real love…and I want to dedicate this to him!”
As the band behind Eliza started playing the chords, she sang a melodious love song. A hush fell over the room as Eliza finished singing.
The guests applauded, and Daniel rushed onto the stage and hugged her. Iris knew it would crush her daughter’s heart when she learned the truth about Daniel’s scheming.
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The MC interrupted the bustling wedding scene. “And now… love birds, your first dance!”
Iris weaved through the crowd and approached her daughter. “Eliza, I have to tell you something…it’s about Daniel.”
“Is everything okay, Mom?”
“Sweetie, he is…Can we talk privately?”
“Daniel’s waiting for me. We’ll talk after the first dance, okay?”
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Melissa sidled around Iris and approached the bride. “Daniel’s waiting for you in the dance hall.”
Eliza was so gorgeous in her wedding dress as she followed Melissa to the door. Iris was shattered, and she did not have the courage to break her daughter’s heart on her big day.
So she watched in agony as the wedding proceeded. There was nothing she could do to bring Daniel and Melissa’s affair to light. There was only one way to expose him: Iris had to ensure Eliza caught him red-handed.
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Eliza and Daniel drove Iris to the airport the following Monday to catch an early flight back home. Iris was disgusted to watch Daniel acting so lovey-dovey with Eliza.
Iris hugged Eliza goodbye before heading to the boarding lounge. Around 15 minutes later, she called a cab and returned to Eliza’s house.
Iris knew Melissa and Daniel would meet after Eliza went to work, and she decided to catch them.
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When Iris arrived at Eliza’s house, she saw Melissa’s car parked in the driveway. She quickly called Eliza.
“Sweetie, my flight was canceled,” Iris told her daughter. “I hailed a taxi to your place…I’m feeling dizzy…can you meet me there?”
“Oh, God, Mom! I’m busy…but don’t worry. I’ll call Daniel and ask him, alright?”
“No, don’t call him. I want you to come here…please, it’s important.”
Eliza sighed. “Fine…I’m coming.”
Iris hung up and crept up to the window.
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She peered through the glass pane and saw nothing strange at first. Then, the door swung open as Daniel and Melissa entered the room, kissing each other.
He set her down, and the pair started making out on the couch.
Iris glanced at the street, but there was still no sign of Eliza. She peeked through the window and quickly looked away in disgust, seeing how things inside had heated up.
Iris stood by the curb, praying for her daughter to be there soon. Five minutes later, Eliza pulled up.
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“Mom, are you okay?” Eliza approached Iris.
“No, I’m not. Your husband and that Melissa. They’re in there…fooling around.”
“WHAT?” Eliza was shocked.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I overheard them on your wedding day…”
“You overheard what?”
“They are having an affair…and have planned to swindle you and take your money when Daniel leaves you,” Iris replied as Eliza froze.
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“Daniel and Melissa?” Eliza’s breath shuddered. “He’s always been nice to me…how did I not have a clue about this affair?”
“They’re in there right now…” Iris pointed to the door. “Why don’t you go see with your own eyes?”
Eliza nodded curtly and wiped her tears. She angrily marched to the front door, and Iris was right behind her.
They tiptoed to the living room. The sound of Daniel and Melissa giggling behind the couch echoed in the hallway.
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“What the hell’s going on here?” she yelled.
Iris rushed in but was caught off-guard by the sight before her shocked eyes. It didn’t make any sense.
Just mere minutes ago, when she looked through the window, Daniel and Melissa were engrossed in their intimate moment. But now, they were casually seated on the sofa like nothing had happened.
“Eliza? What do you mean?” Daniel replied. “Melissa and I were discussing work…Didn’t I tell you I’d be working from home this week?”
“You LIAR!” Iris pointed at Daniel. “I saw the both of you doing ‘things’ on that sofa…you must’ve seen us coming and gotten dressed.”
“Gotten dressed?” Melissa frowned. “Jesus…you think Daniel and I are having…an affair?”
“Just shut up,” Eliza snapped. “My mother saw you two in the bathroom on our wedding day…and now, in our house. You were so insistent on sharing our assets and money when we got married. And now I know why…Daniel, you married me for my money.’
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“That’s not true!” Daniel denied the allegation. “Being married means sharing everything. What’s mine is yours, Eliza. I’m sorry your mother thinks so cheap of me…but she’s mistaken. Melissa and I are friends and business partners. I thought you… trusted me.”
“I did, Daniel. But why would my Mom lie to me? I just…I just don’t understand.”
“Eliza, I love you…and I can prove it,” Daniel took Eliza’s hand.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys.
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“See this?” He dropped the keys into Eliza’s palm. “I made the final payment for our new home yesterday. Melissa was here to help me with an idea to surprise you. But everything’s ruined now.”
“He’s lying, Eliza,” Iris insisted as she watched Eliza lift the keys with her trembling fingers.
But Eliza didn’t seem to hear. “You were going to surprise me?” she whispered.
“Yes! I wanted to drive you there in a blindfold…walk you onto the lawn…and show you our dream home. But I guess I’ll be staying there alone now. There’s no point in sharing my life with a woman who doesn’t trust me.”
Daniel snatched the keys from Eliza and stormed to their bedroom.
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“Wait, you can’t just leave me like this,” Eliza ran after Daniel. “I don’t doubt you…but I know Mom would never tell me something like this unless it’s true.”
Daniel stopped and turned around. “I don’t know what your Mom saw and heard. I’ve offered you proof. If you still don’t believe me, I don’t think this marriage can last.”
“I trust you…that’s why it hurts so much to think of you cheating on me. I love you, Daniel…”
“I love you too,” Daniel said. “I don’t understand what went wrong to make it easy for you to believe such awful things about me. If you truly believe that I’ve been unfaithful to you, tell me now. I’ll pack my things and leave you…forever.”
“I trust you! Please forgive me,” Eliza hugged Daniel as Iris couldn’t believe it.
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Iris’s heart raced in her chest. It was all too much for her. Her knees gave way as a dull pain spread through her chest. The last thing Iris heard was the piercing shrill of ambulance sirens.
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Iris was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors informed her she’d had a heart attack.
“You scared me, Mom…I’m glad you’re okay,” Eliza visited Iris and hugged her.
“I’ll feel a lot better if you tell me that you’ve kicked that fraudster and his mistress out.”
Eliza rolled her eyes. “Mom, please don’t talk about my husband like that. You’ve mistaken things about him…”
“Wake up, Eliza. He’s just using you. All that nonsense about buying a house was his way of guilt-tripping you into staying.”
“But it proves he loves me. Why would he want me to stay if he was only after my money?”
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“Why don’t you check your prenup, Eliza?” Iris snapped. “Good Lord, how do I make you understand that your husband is a gold-digger?”
“Mom, please stop this. Let’s not assume things and punish Daniel for something he’s never done.”
“Fine then,” Iris said. “If you don’t want to open your eyes and see the reality, then things are going to be different from now on.”
“What do you mean, Mom?”
Iris reached for her phone and dialed a number.
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“Hello, Mr. Simms…I’m calling you about my will,” Iris told her lawyer. “I want to make an urgent change. I’ve decided to leave all my wealth to charity. My daughter will not inherit a dime. And I want you to freeze her bank account. Yes…immediately. Thank you.”
“What?” Eliza stood shocked. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m sorry, Eliza, but you left me with no choice. I don’t want our family’s hard-earned money being palmed to a gold-digger using you.”
“Fine!” Eliza yelled. “If you’re cutting me off your will, so be it. I don’t want to see you again.”
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The following few weeks were the most challenging days for Iris. She underwent heart surgery and was released from the hospital after a long recovery period.
She felt very lonely and even tried calling Eliza. But her daughter never answered, and Iris was heartbroken. She called her every day and sent her text messages.
Iris wasn’t surprised when there was no reply. But one day, her doorbell rang. When Iris opened the door, she froze in disbelief.
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“Eliza?!” Iris teared up as a wave of emotions washed over her. “Sweetie…”
Iris stopped talking when Eliza looked at her with red, puffy eyes.
“It’s Daniel, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around Eliza’s shoulders and led her inside.
“I’m sorry, Mom…I should’ve listened to you,” Eliza sobbed. “You were right!”
Iris hugged Eliza. She hated seeing her daughter so heartbroken but was glad she was finally free from that money-grubber, Daniel.
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I Got a Message from My Fiancé’s Phone Saying, ‘Cancel the Wedding, He’s Mine!’ Hours Before the Wedding – I Turned It into My Victory
When my wedding day arrived, everything was perfect—until that text came in. What I saw shattered all my hopes and dreams, and I instantly fell out of love with the person who was supposed to be my forever after!
My wedding day began like the opening scene of a fairy tale. The air smelled of lilies, the room hummed with soft chatter, and my bridesmaids were fussing over the final touches on my gown. But soon enough, it all turned into my worst nightmare.
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I smiled at my reflection—a picture-perfect bride ready to walk down the aisle to Ian, the man I thought was my soulmate.
“Today’s the day!” my best friend, Rebecca, squealed, fluffing my veil. “How are you feeling?!”
“Like I’m living in a dream!” I replied, and I truly believed it.
But then my phone buzzed on the vanity table. I picked it up absentmindedly, expecting a last-minute wedding update. What I saw instead made my heart drop to my stomach.
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The message was short and devastating:
“Cancel the wedding, he’s mine!”
Attached to the text was a photo of Ian, unconscious in bed next to a woman who looked all too familiar—his ex-wife, Cynthia! Thinking it was some sort of crazy joke, I replied, “Thanks for the laugh before our big day!”
But then came the reply, “He is in BED with ME. Are you blind?!”
The bed. I finally noticed that they weren’t in some random hotel room—they were in Ian’s apartment downtown! And the worst part of it all was that the message had come from Ian’s own phone!
I froze, my hand gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My bridesmaids must have noticed the change in my expression because Rebecca rushed over.
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“Charlotte, what is it?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Wordlessly, I handed her the phone. The room erupted into chaos as the other bridesmaids crowded around, gasping and shouting over each other.
“What the hell is this?!” I demanded, my eyes darting between Rebecca and the screen.
“It’s a prank, right?” another bridesmaid, Lisa, offered weakly.
I couldn’t speak anymore. My throat felt tight, and my mind raced. I stared at the photo again, desperately searching for signs it had been doctored. But the evidence was clear. Ian had been with Cynthia last night—on the eve of our wedding.
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“Charlotte, say something!” Rebecca pressed, shaking my arm gently.
I finally exhaled, my hands trembling as I set the phone down. “I need to call him. This can’t be real,” I replied. I dialed Ian’s number, but he didn’t pick up. The wedding hall was packed, everyone was waiting for the ceremony to start, and my fiancé had vanished.
“If this day’s going down in flames,” I said quietly, a renewed determination rising in me, “then I’m the one lighting the match.”
The room fell silent. My bridesmaids exchanged nervous glances.
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“What do you mean?” Lisa asked cautiously.
I straightened my shoulders, a surge of clarity washing over me. “I mean, we’re not canceling anything. But there won’t be a wedding.”
At that moment, I chose not to storm off and hide or break down. I decided that would define my strength. I asked my bridesmaids to call the event planner, and when she arrived, I calmly revised the day’s plans.
My wedding planner and bridesmaids were initially in disbelief, but when I explained exactly what I wanted to do, they rallied around with fierce support.
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They all helped me prepare not for a wedding, but for something far more powerful.
Rebecca, who’d gone out to see if everyone had arrived, reentered the room, her face set in determination. “Everyone’s seated. Are you sure about this, Char?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, smoothing my dress. “They came for a show, so I’m going to give them one. Just not the one they were expecting.”
I stepped onto the stage with a microphone in hand, still dressed in my wedding gown, the sound of my heels echoing in the hushed room. A sea of faces turned toward me, all of them expecting me to explain why the groom was nowhere in sight.
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“Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice calm but steady as I smiled at my guests. “Today was supposed to be a celebration of love and commitment. But sometimes, life has other plans.”
I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. Murmurs rippled through the audience, but I pressed on.
“There won’t be a wedding today,” I continued. “Not because I don’t love Ian, but because I love myself more.”
Gasps erupted from the crowd. My heart pounded, but I held my ground.
“I received a message this morning,” I said, holding up my phone. “From Ian’s phone. It was a photo of him in bed with his ex-wife.”
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There was a collective intake of breath. I heard someone whisper, “No way,” while another voice muttered, “Poor Charlotte.”
“Here’s the proof,” I said, handing over my phone with the picture and message from his ex visible for all to see. The guests passed the phone around, each one reacting in shock, disgust, or dismay as they viewed the evidence of my fiancé’s betrayal.
Ian’s parents, seated near the front, looked stricken. His mother covered her mouth with her hands, while his father sat stiffly, staring straight ahead. Feeling furious, his mother started apologizing and consoling me from her seat, but I politely held up my hand, signaling for silence.
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“I tried calling Ian,” I added, “but he hasn’t answered. The message was clear: he cheated on me. And I refuse to start a marriage built on betrayal.”
The room was silent except for the sound of someone stifling a sob. Rebecca appeared at my side, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, giving me the strength to continue.
“But although Ian ruined my wedding,” I said, my voice breaking slightly but my smile shining through, “this isn’t a day to mourn. It’s a day to celebrate something just as important: choosing yourself when the person you love lets you down.”
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With that, I pulled a folded piece of paper from my dress pocket, cool, I know. “These are the vows I wrote to myself after getting the message from Ian’s phone,” I announced. I didn’t confess that I’d written them while crying in the bathroom.
I began to read:
I vow to honor my worth, to never again settle for less than the love and respect I deserve.
I promise to protect my heart, nurture my spirit, and build a life filled with joy and authenticity.
I choose to forgive myself for staying too long and to walk forward with courage and grace.
I vow to trust my intuition, value my independence, and embrace the strength that grows from this pain.
I promise to love myself fiercely, to hold myself accountable for my happiness, and to never forget that I am enough.
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When I finished my speech, the audience erupted in applause. Tears streamed down my face, but I smiled through them. My mother stood up and clapped, her face glowing with pride as she wiped away a tear.
Rebecca hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re incredible!” My male childhood friend, Danny, shouted, “You go, girl!” My bridesmaids, groomsmen, family, and friends swarmed around me, congratulating me on my strength and newfound stance—until the door burst open suddenly.
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Ian stood there, 30 minutes late for his special moment, his hair disheveled and his suit rumpled. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on me.
“Charlotte!” he called out, his voice desperate.
The room fell silent as every guest turned to watch the spectacle. Rebecca stepped protectively in front of me, but I shook my head. “It’s fine,” I murmured.
I walked toward Ian, stopping just a few feet away. His face was flushed, his hands trembling. “Charlotte, please, just give me a second of your time to explain! It’s not what it looks like!” he said, his voice cracking.
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“Really? Because it looks like you spent the night with your ex-wife,” I replied coolly. “Anyway, there’s no point to this because I already said my vows.”
Confused, he asked, “What do you mean? To whom?!”
“I said my vows to myself, so you’re not needed here,” I replied.
“Listen, babe, you don’t understand, my ex, she called me for help,” he stammered. “She needed someone to move a heavy closet at her place. I went over, and one thing led to another. We had some wine, talked… went back to my place because I wanted to be home to prepare for our wedding the next day. I guess I drank too much and passed out. But I didn’t sleep with her! I swear!”
“Nice story,” I said, crossing my arms. “But how did she get into your bed? And why was her arm draped over you like she’d won some kind of prize?”
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Ian’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. “I don’t even remember how that picture happened. Please, darling, you have to believe me!” he pleaded when he finally found the words.
“Even if you didn’t sleep with her,” I continued, my voice rising, “you let her get close enough to destroy what we had built. That’s not love, Ian. That’s selfishness.”
He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “Charlotte, please… I made a mistake. I can fix this. Just give me a chance.”
I shook my head. “Trust isn’t about fixing things after the fact. It’s about protecting what we have before it gets broken. And you failed.”
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Tears filled Ian’s eyes, and his shoulders slumped as I walked away, leaving him behind, both literally and metaphorically. The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter and dancing! The reception transformed into an impromptu celebration of independence!
I danced with my friends, laughed with my family, and even toasted to the future! My wedding dress twirled under the lights as I moved with a newfound sense of freedom. At that moment, I realized I was surrounded by people who truly cared for me!
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At one point, I snapped a photo of myself holding a glass of champagne, my dress glowing under the fairy lights. I posted it online with the caption:
“Not every ‘forever’ starts at the altar. Sometimes, it starts with walking away. Here’s to self-respect and new beginnings!”
The post went viral within hours, inspiring countless people to share their own stories of strength and resilience.
The wedding had gone well—actually, better than I expected! Danny, whom I hadn’t seen for 26 years, pleasantly surprised me when he asked me out on a date. I said yes!
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In the weeks that followed, I continued ignoring Ian’s attempts to reach me. I focused on myself and the people who had my back from day one—and I felt no regret.
Confiding in a friend one day, I said, “You know, it wasn’t just the photo; it was the fact that Ian allowed someone like his ex to get close enough to even pull that kind of stunt. I want a partner who values what we have and protects it, not someone who leaves the door wide open for chaos.”
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My story became a source of strength for others. As I moved forward with my life as a single woman, I realized that my real love story wasn’t about Ian at all—it was about rediscovering myself.
I felt a profound sense of peace. Ian’s betrayal had hurt, but it hadn’t broken me. If anything, it had reminded me of something far more important than any wedding vows: my own worth.
And that was a love story worth celebrating!
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If that tale had your blood boiling, then you’ll enjoy this next one about a man’s wife who walked out of her house to find a stranger in a wedding dress standing on top of her husband’s car. After the stranger explained who she was, the wife’s marriage fell apart!
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