Days before my wedding to the person that meant the world to me, I learned he was cheating on me. My world collapsed and I felt like there was a no way out of the situation I found myself in.
It was a betrayal that couldn’t be explained away with apologies, nor brushed aside. Yet, I didn’t cancel dress fittings, I didn’t stop answering calls, and I didn’t tell anyone. Well, until I couldn’t stay silent any longer and told my father everything. How hurt I was, and how ashamed I was to cancel the wedding.
Everything was ready for the wedding. Our plane tickets were paid for and hotel was booked for our honeymoon. The guests had already rearranged their lives for that day.
Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant with that, but I trusted his judgement. At that point, he was the only person in my life that I actually trusted.
On the wedding day, everything looked picture perfect. The venue was exactly like I had always imagined it to be. My dress was equally perfect, and the guests were all smiling.
I walked next to my father and my heart was racing under the dress. Every step towards the aisle felt heavier than it should have. I didn’t fully understand why yet, but something felt off.
Halfway down the aisle, I noticed it. The aisle didn’t lead straight to the altar.
