One hour before my wedding, I overheard my fiancé whispering to his mother: ‘I don’t love her. I just want the money.’ She laughed, ‘Just keep her emotional until we get the assets. She’s weak.’ I didn’t cry. I walked down the aisle smiling with a hidden microphone in my bouquet. When the priest asked ‘Do you take this man?’, in front of 500 guests, what I did made my mother-in-law clutch her chest right there in the hall. The look on my fiancé as security escorted them out… unforgettable.

Posted on By Admin No Comments on One hour before my wedding, I overheard my fiancé whispering to his mother: ‘I don’t love her. I just want the money.’ She laughed, ‘Just keep her emotional until we get the assets. She’s weak.’ I didn’t cry. I walked down the aisle smiling with a hidden microphone in my bouquet. When the priest asked ‘Do you take this man?’, in front of 500 guests, what I did made my mother-in-law clutch her chest right there in the hall. The look on my fiancé as security escorted them out… unforgettable.
“And now,” Father O’Malley said, smiling benevolently, “Ethan has written his own vows.”
Ethan cleared his throat. He pulled a small piece of folded paper from his pocket. He looked at me with those deep blue eyes that had once made my knees weak. Now, they just looked like glass beads. Empty.
“Elena,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. It was Oscar-worthy. Truly. “When I met you, I didn’t just meet a woman. I met a muse.”
A collective “Awww” rippled through the congregation.

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