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I was just moments away from saying “I do” when the church doors burst open and my father shrieked that the WEDDING WAS OFF. What he said next shattered my heart in the blink of an eye. The soft glow of morning light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a rainbow of colors across my white gown. I couldn’t stop smiling as I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror. It was my wedding day… “You look absolutely radiant, Esther,” my best friend and maid of honor, Lia, gushed as she adjusted my veil. I beamed at her, my heart fluttering with excitement. “I can’t believe this day is finally here. I’m getting married!” As Lia helped me into my wheelchair, a twinge of self-consciousness crept in. I’d been born with a leg defect, relying on my wheelchair my whole life. But today, I refused to let it dampen my spirits. “Kevin loves you exactly as you are,” Lia reassured me, squeezing my hand. “You two are made for each other.” I nodded, thinking of my soon-to-be husband waiting at the altar. We’d met just six months ago at a support group. Kevin was disabled, just like me, and our connection had been instant and intense. For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen and understood. “Remember when we were kids?” Lia mused, adjusting a stray curl. “You always said you’d never get married.” I chuckled, remembering my stubborn younger self. “I guess I just needed to meet the right person.” A knock at the door startled us. “Esther? It’s time, sweetheart,” my mother called. I took a deep breath, smoothing my dress. “This is it. Let’s go get married!” The church doors swung open, and all eyes turned to me. I felt a surge of confidence as my father, Matthews, began pushing my wheelchair down the aisle. The smile on Kevin’s face as he watched me approach made my heart soar. When we reached the altar, my father bent down to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful, princess,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I haven’t always been there for you.” I squeezed his hand. “You’re here now, Dad. That’s what matters.” As the ceremony began, I scanned the pews for my father’s familiar face. He was there just a while ago. My brow furrowed when I couldn’t spot him. Where had he gone? “Dearly beloved,” the priest intoned, “we are gathered here today…” I pushed my worry aside, focusing on Kevin’s warm brown eyes and gentle smile. This was our moment, and nothing could ruin it. “Do you, Kevin, take Esther to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Kevin’s grip on my hands tightened. “I d—” Suddenly, the church doors burst open with a thunderous bang. “STOP THE WEDDING!” My father stormed down the aisle, his face twisted with rage. “THIS WEDDING IS CANCELED! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO THIS MAN REALLY IS!” Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. I felt the blood drain from my face as Dad reached us, pointing an accusing finger at Kevin. “Dad, what are you doing?” I hissed, mortified. “Have you lost your mind?” Kevin’s grip on my hand tightened. “Mr. Matthews, please, there must be some misunderstanding…” “Shut up!” Dad roared. He turned to me, his eyes wild. “Esther, listen to me. This man is a fraud. A scammer. He’s been lying to you from the start!” I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “That’s ridiculous. Kevin loves me!” “He’s using you for your money!” Dad insisted. “He’s done this before, targeting vulnerable women like you. It was all a setup, honey… meeting you at the support group, the whirlwind romance. He’s a con artist!” Kevin’s face had gone pale. “Esther, baby, don’t listen to him. You know me. You know our love is real!” I looked between them, my mind reeling. “Dad, you can’t just make wild accusations like this. Where’s your proof?” A cruel smile twisted Dad’s lips. “Oh, I’ve got proof alright.” Dad clapped and a waiter arrived with a ceramic cup…. (continue reading in the 1st comment
After 47 years of marriage, my husband declared he wanted a divorce and a life of freedom. When I, stunned, asked if he was serious, he simply smirked and said, “Come on, Nicky! You can’t say you didn’t see this coming. We both know there’s nothing left between us. I don’t want to waste my remaining years sulking around. I want to live, be free, and maybe even find someone. . . someone gorgeous, who isn’t like you—a dead goat. SO YES, I’M DIVORCING YOU. ” If that wasn’t enough, he smugly informed me he’d booked a trip to Mexico, entirely funded by our joint account. The divorce? No surprise—I’d known for a while he was sneaking around with a younger woman, but I clung to familiarity, even if it meant pretending not to notice him slipping away. But this final act—leaving with our savings and hurling insults—sparked a fury in me I hadn’t known I possessed. So, I crafted a revenge plan that soon had John knocking on my door, pleading to come back…Check the first comment for the entire story…
