Moments before I was about to have my dream wedding and walk down the aisle, I learned the truth about the man I believed was my always and forever.
Grant and I met in high school, and we were those high school sweethearts films are made about.
After three years of dating, he proposed, and that’s when I felt like every piece of the puzzle called life fell into place.
The next thing was planning our wedding.
I was overly excited and wanted everything to be just perfect – from the venue, to the wedding gown to the menu.
No wedding planners, just me, my imagination, and a childhood dream come true.
When the big day finally arrived, I was overjoyed. Everything I had always dreamed of was now my reality – until the real reality struck.
My friend, Lila, called my name, worry written all over her face.
My heart sank even before she was able to utter anything. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
Without saying a word, she handed me her phone. There was a photo of Grant there, kissing another woman. The worst thing of all, it was all over the social media after someone shared it on Reddit with the caption, “Someone’s fiance is kissing a woman, and it’s not the bride.”
It was taken two days prior, on Grant’s bachelor’s party.
“What are you going to do?” Lila asked me. “Are you ready to go on with the wedding?”
I loved Grant so much that I couldn’t live with the knowledge that he had been with someone else just before he was about to marry me.
“Lila, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” I said as I handed her the bouquet and left the church before I even entered it.
I had no idea where to go or what to do.
As I was walking down the highway, I could feel the stares of the drivers who were wondering why would bride leave her own wedding.
And then, at one moment, I heard a loud honking and someone yelling my name. “Sadie, Sadie, is that you?”
The car stopped and that’s when I saw Ethan, Grant’s older brother.
Ethan was the black sheep in the family. No one really ever liked him or understood him.
“Where are you going, Sadie,” he asked me. “Aren’t you marrying my brother today?”
I just said, “No,” and entered his car, asking him to drive me away.
But that wasn’t what Ethan did. Instead, he turned the car around and headed towards the chuch.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You know, both you and my jerk of a brother deserve a clean closure. You need to confront him and start over if that’s what you really want.”
By the time we returned to the church, most of the guests had already left.
Grant was surrounded by his friends and family who comforted him.
When he saw me, he rushed towards me. “Sadie, where have you been?” he asked, looking worried.
“Grant, I saw the photo. You and that other woman.”
He tried to explain that it was all a huge misunderstanding and that he never meant to cheat on me, but he was drunk.
But I didn’t care about his excuses. The damage was done.
Grant then turned to his brother, Ethan, and asked him if he had anything to do with me leaving him at the altar.
They even started arguing, but I didn’t have the strength to listen. I went home, took the gown off, and promised myself not to trust anyone unconditionally ever again.
I cut every contact with Grant, but his brother was a different story.
Ethan and I remained good friends. He provided me with the support I have always needed. What’s most, I invested the many I had been saving for a house and my honeymoon into his farm and we became business partners.
Somehow, a year after I left my own wedding, life felt good again.
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