Chris’s family, fueled by their eagerness and involvement, took complete control over every detail of the wedding, even offering to foot the bill — I allowed it.I’ll admit that there were moments when I felt sidelined, especially when I said that shades of blue for the color scheme weren’t my cup of tea. But contributing to their enthusiasm was the better option than fighting with them. Then, the big day arrived, and I was completely calm about everything — knowing that Chris’s Mom and sister had sorted everything out. I wasn’t close to my family, so other than my father, they didn’t play any big roles.”Beth,” his Mom, Leeanne, said, fixing my hair. “I want you to walk down the aisle with your eyes closed.” “What? Why?” I exclaimed, already thinking about tripping over something while walking.”I can barely walk properly in these heels with my eyes open,” I chuckled. “It’s just tradition,” Leeanne said. “I did it, too. The whole thing is about seeing your husband first — the first thing out of the darkness.” “He’s supposed to be the light,” Chris’s sister, Maggie, giggled. The whole thing sounded strange. It wasn’t anything I had heard of before, but I also knew that people always came up with superstitions and stories. “I wouldn’t have to wear a blindfold and mess up my make-up, right?” I asked. “No, just close your eyes and hold onto your father’s hand tightly,” Leeanne said. When I told my Dad what I needed to do, he laughed, thinking I was joking.It was absurd, of course. But my wedding only got worse from there. At the altar, I opened my eyes, expecting the loving gaze of my fiancé, but I got way more than I bargained for. Chris smiled at me, and after a second, another sight sent shockwaves through me — a woman in a white dress stood behind him. I couldn’t tell whether he knew she was there from his expression. I wondered who she was, but the murmurs around me revealed her identity — Julia, Chris’s first wife. “Chris, what’s happening?” I whispered, pointing to Julia. My voice was barely audible amidst the collective gasps.But before either Chris or I could process this bizarre twist in the ceremony, Leeanne walked down the aisle, holding onto a little boy’s hand. Every face turned to look toward them. Then, Julia stepped forward and held her arms open for the boy, ready for him to walk in. “This is Eli,” she said, looking at me. “He’s six years old, and he is autistic. He’s the best part of me, but he’s also part of Chris. Elizabeth, this is our son.” “But he wouldn’t tell you that,” Maggie chimed in from next to me — she was one of my bridesmaids. “Did you know about Eli?” Maggie asked.I shook my head. The air had become dense with emotion. The crowd’s eyes were on me, but my gaze was fixed on Chris, desperate for an explanation, an excuse, a denial, anything. But there was none. Instead, he fingered his watch nervously, guilt undeniable on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded, my voice shaking. “I didn’t know how,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact. I turned to look at Eli, who was holding tightly onto Julia’s hand and looking around the room. I could clearly see Chris’s features all over his face. “You let me believe that your divorce was admirable and that there were no ties to Julia,” I said. “But you abandoned your family. You abandoned your son.” “He abandoned Eli when he found out that he was autistic,” Maggie said loudly. My heart sank. How could I have almost married a man who was so thoughtless and cold? He left his son behind because of something that he was born with. As the truth unfolded, I felt I was drowning in the weight of everything. Leeanne, upon discovering that Chris wanted to remarry, had orchestrated this dramatic revelation.”You’re too young, Elizabeth,” she said. “You’re too young to be caught up in his mess. He couldn’t care for Julia, so she cared for herself and Eli. Chris has disappointed me in many ways, but nothing will make up for the neglect of his own child.” It turned out that my wedding was just a harsh, public lesson aimed at a man who had turned his back on his responsibilities. I kicked off my heels, handed them to Maggie, and walked away from the altar — not as a bride but as a woman who had narrowly escaped a life bound to deceit. The experience was painful — sure, it had only been six months of knowing Chris, but I knew what I had felt for him was real. That’s why it hurt so much when I found out the truth.In the aftermath, I took time to focus on myself. I decided I needed to travel and live life while still young. I needed more bad romances and horrible dates before figuring out who I wanted to be with. I just knew one thing for sure — I didn’t want to be with someone like Chris. A man who lied about having a son — a son that was rendered invisible to him because he was autistic. I’m just grateful that the only thing I had to pay for was my wedding dress — which had been returned three days after the so-called wedding. Even now, when I think about the entire episode, I admit I’m not mad about it all. Leeanne did what she needed to do. And she did it to protect me and that sweet little boy.Has anything unreal happened to you? Here’s another story for you | Fred is about to get married to Julia when five other women dressed as brides show up and spoil his plans. Julia loves him, and Fred is very convincing. Even after the can of worms is forcefully opened, Julia can’t help but wonder if he is a changed man.
I Walked up to My Groom at the Altar – All of a Sudden, a Woman in White Dress Appeared behind His Back (Page 2 ) | September 9, 2024
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