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3 Wedding Stories Where Lies and Betrayal Suddenly Come to Light

Sonali Pandey
Mar 13, 2024
12:38 P.M.

Weddings are supposed to be a happy time when family and friends gather to celebrate. But what happens when you unexpectedly discover the truth about your loved ones and begin to question everything?

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In the stories below, three individuals share their experiences of when truths and betrayals were unexpectedly revealed just moments before the wedding ceremony, compelling them to make some tough choices.

1. The Groom Abandoned My Daughter, Karma Gave Him a Strong Reply

I never imagined my only daughter's wedding would end like this. She was so happy on that day, and my heart as a father was full of joy. But when we were at the wedding venue, my daughter and her fiancé were nowhere to be found for about an hour.

We all started to worry. Then, the unbelievable happened. The groom came running into the hall and shouted, 'This wedding is off!' Everyone was in shock, including me.

The groom just ran out of the wedding venue. I had this strange feeling, so I went to look for Jane. I found her almost immediately unconscious on the floor of the men's restroom and called the ambulance.

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On the way to the hospital, she gained consciousness for a brief while and whispered something that made my hair stand on end. I couldn't believe what Victor had done to my daughter.

It was supposed to be the most precious day of Jane's life. She was a bundle of nerves before the ceremony, but she was more than pleased with how her vision had come to life. In just half an hour, she would marry the man of her dreams — Victor.

And although his temper terrified her, she had to admit that his charm had reached her heart.

Standing before her reflection in her room, she smiled. She ran her fingers through her hair; it was freshly done, and she loved how polished she looked.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jane turned around and saw Victor. The bride's dressing room was usually forbidden territory before the ceremony, but there he was.

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"Jane," he whispered, his eyes wide with desire for her. "You look ravishing."

"Victor!" Jane exclaimed. "You're not supposed to be here! You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, my love. Now close your eyes and go! I'll help you. Wait for me at the altar. I'll be there soon."

Victor stepped forward, the air between them charged with excitement.

"Don't make me wait, Jane," he said, breathing in her scent. "We'll be husband and wife soon, but I can't wait. I must have you now."

Victor began to undo the buttons of his suit, his eyes lingering on Jane. She felt uneasy. They had decided to wait for their wedding night before being intimate — it wasn't something that Jane believed in, but Victor was adamant about "doing things right," so she couldn't understand what had changed.

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"What's the big deal, Jane?" he purred against her neck. "Give me ten minutes, and I'll show you what you're in for tonight."

Jane's stomach turned.

"Darling," she said. "We've waited so long. We can wait until the ceremony is over. And I don't want to ruin my hair and makeup, not to mention the dress. We won't have time to sort things out."

"Stop it, Jane," he hissed. "Don't push me away. This is what I want. I know it's your first time, but don't worry, I'll make it special..."

Jane kept pushing him away until she uttered the words that would change her life forever. "Victor, you're not my first," she said.

Victor froze, his eyes searching her own, trying to decide whether she was telling the truth. He took her silence and quivering lower lip as the truth.

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"What did you say?" he barked. "You're not a virgin? You're telling me that I was about to marry a woman who isn't a virgin? How could you lie to me? How could you make me believe you were a pure woman worthy of marrying me — a powerful businessman? You are disgusting, Jane. You are damaged goods that have been used and thrown aside."

Jane pleaded with him, retorting that she had never lied about it, just that it hadn't come up before. But Victor just wouldn't stop disrespecting my daughter and questioning her character.

Jane rushed out of her room in tears. She was sitting on a bench and crying when she heard a voice, "Excuse me, Miss."

She looked up and saw one of the bartenders from earlier.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm Marcus. Let me sit with you."

Jane collapsed back into her seat, her sobs renewed by the man's politeness.

"I will never be okay again," she cried.

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"What happened? Why did the groom run away?" Marcus asked her.

"Because he left me," Jane said simply. "He left me because I wasn't a virgin."

Marcus chuckled. "This isn't the Middle Ages."

Jane reluctantly told Marcus everything. She told him about Jake, the man she lost her virginity to — the first man she had loved, until we, her parents, found out and put too much pressure on her, saying that Jake wasn't good enough for her.

Jake couldn't handle the pressure, too, and found comfort in cheating on her. She told Marcus about how she thought Victor loved her for who she was — but Victor wasn't able to see through her past.

"Jane," Marcus said. "Don't waste your time feeling horrible for living your life. He couldn't understand it because he's not the right person for you. We all have pasts. And I can tell you, that groom of yours is anything but a virgin himself."

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Jane chuckled through her tears.

"Come, I know that you've been booked into the honeymoon suite here — I was given the duty of arranging the champagne for your room. Let's go and order everything off the menu! Let's teach that groom of yours a lesson. And, let's give you a part of this day that you can still have."

Jane reluctantly allowed herself to follow Marcus. She had nothing else to lose now.

They went to the honeymoon suite, where Jane's clothing had already been hung in the closet, her shoes neatly lined against the wall. Marcus ordered every expensive meal on the menu and kicked off his shoes. He made Jane laugh more than she had since her wedding planning began. He had a sparkle in his eyes that reminded Jane of being with someone she loved.

After having a delicious meal and a pillow fight, Jane reached out and kissed Marcus. And right then, Victor entered. He was furious. He grabbed her arm and began dragging her out. She yanked off his arm and ran to the nearest hiding place she could find – the men's washroom — and locked herself in one of the stalls.

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Victor didn't go after her. Instead, he came to the hall and said, "There is no wedding!" and stormed out.

Jane remained in the hospital under observation until the next morning.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Victor. I wasn't around then.

"Come on. Get dressed. We're having an impromptu drink with the guests. Most of them were staying at the venue, so I sent word that yesterday was a mistake. I will marry you after all. I don't want to. I don't even want to look at you. But I'd look like such a saint, taking you back," he said.

Jane could barely take in anything he was saying. After the act he pulled moments before their wedding, she didn't want anything to do with him. But on the other hand, she didn't have a choice. She thought of the magical time she had spent with Marcus — him teaching her how to love her body and her, enjoying every moment.

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But Marcus was not here. And Victor was. Giving her a second chance at an easier life — a married woman's life rather than a shunned one.

She did as she was told.

Jane walked around the ballroom where the cocktail party was waiting for her. She looked at every table, hoping to see Marcus, but he wasn't around. Victor was stuck to her, but she knew that he was repulsed by her.

Of course, Victor didn't think it was necessary to invite us. He would only treat us disdainfully now, and Jane was glad that we weren't there to get disrespected by Victor. She hoped I had found her note, though, where she had explained she was marrying Victor.

Jane knew Victor was no saint. He always said guys would date around, but girls? Not so much.

Lost in her thoughts, Jane barely noticed someone walking up to her until he spoke. "Jane," Marcus said, popping out from the crowd. "Why are you hanging out with that guy?"

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Jane's heart rose. He looked at her tenderly. And she noticed that he was dressed in an expensive suit.

"You left me," she said. "After yesterday, you just left. And why are you dressed like that? Are you not a bartender?"

From the corner of her eye, Jane saw Victor seething with anger. "Get the hell out, you creep!" he yelled at Marcus.

Marcus stood firm. "One more word, and I will have you thrown out."

"You can't do that. A bartender doesn't have that power," Victor laughed.

"No, but this place belongs to my father. And I'm taking over. I was undercover as a bartender yesterday because I wanted to see how things were run from the other side."

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Marcus smiled at Jane, but she refused to smile back. "I didn't leave you, Jane," he said. "I mean, I did. But I had every intention of coming back."

He pulled a velvet box out of his coat pocket.

"I know you just met me, Jane. But you're magical, and I want to know everything about you. Your past and your present. I want a future with you. So, get to know me. But please, wear this on your finger while you do so. Marry me, Jane?"

Marcus knelt in front of Jane and held the ring to her.

Jane nodded, seeing a future with a man who would love and respect her for everything she was. She squealed when Marcus lifted her up and kissed her. Her fairytale was just beginning.

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And me? I was right there, soaking it all in. After racing to the venue with Jane's note clutched in my hand, I saw it all unfold. Seeing her so overjoyed made my heart swell with happiness. For me, my daughter's happiness is all that matters.

2. My Groom Had Five Other 'Brides'

On my wedding day, standing at the altar, I couldn't have predicted the dramatic turn things would take. As I was about to finish my vows, a sudden whispering among the guests drew my attention. I saw five women in wedding dresses walking towards us.

My groom looked as if he had seen a ghost, clearly recognizing each of them. I'd had my doubts, sure, but nothing had prepared me for this.

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Rewind to a few weeks prior, I was lounging on the couch post-dinner when I noticed Fred, my soon-to-be husband, pacing anxiously. With our wedding just days away, I sensed something was amiss, especially with Fred's recent antsy behavior and secretive phone usage.

"Fred, you're clearly bothered by something. What's on your mind?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

He tried to brush it off with, "It's just work stress, you know?"

But his evasive gaze told me otherwise.

I pressed on, "Come on, you're not just distracted; you're almost secretive. What's really going on?"

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After a moment's hesitation, he let out a sigh. "Alright, I'll be honest. I was hoping for a simpler wedding, but now it feels like we're planning a royal ceremony."

Relieved that it was just wedding jitters, I said, "Why didn't you mention this sooner? We're supposed to plan our wedding together. You know, this woman warned me the other day—"

"Woman? What woman? What did she look like?" he asked anxiously.

"Forget her. I only care about you. I had no clue you wanted a more intimate ceremony," I replied.

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"I thought you wanted a lavish wedding. I didn't want to let you down," he said.

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"Let's talk to my dad and figure out a middle ground. We're in this together, alright?"

That conversation eased some of my worries, and we got back to wedding planning. Fred, however, remained uneasy about the scale of our upcoming nuptials.

On the wedding day, the chapel looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its grand doors and lovely decorations. Everyone was looking forward to the ceremony. Fred was there before me, waiting.

Walking down the aisle, I felt a rush of joy, thinking about our future together.

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The minister started the ceremony with a warm welcome to the guests. When it was time for our vows, Fred said, "I do," with such sincerity. I couldn't help but cut in eagerly with my "I do" when it was my turn.

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Then came that traditional moment, "If anyone objects to this union..." but before the minister could finish, the doors slammed open. A woman in a white dress, just like mine, stood there, pointing at Fred, yelling, "Gotcha!"

Dad was immediately on his feet. "Who are you?" he asked, but she just marched toward us, ignoring his question. The whole place was buzzing.

"Is she lost?" someone wondered.

"An ex, maybe?" guessed another.

As the whispers spread, four more women walked in, each dressed in fancy wedding dresses. Lily, who seemed to be in charge, stepped up and said, "We have to talk about something important before this goes any further."

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"What in the world is happening? Who are all of you?" I demanded, finally finding my voice amidst the shock.

Fred looked just as shocked and a bit angry at the women. "This is supposed to be our wedding day! What's the meaning of this?" he shouted.

But Lily wasn't thrown off. She gestured for the other women to speak up. Margaret went first. "I'm Margaret, and Fred promised to marry me," she said, which caused the guests to gasp in shock.

Before anyone could really digest that, Vivian jumped in, fiery and holding out a ring. "And I'm Vivian. Fred and I have been together for five years. He gave me this ring."

Then Louise, speaking with a French accent, declared, "I am Louise. Fred and I are engaged, and we're planning for a family!"

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Jae-Hwa was the last one, and she was more subdued. "I'm Jae-Hwa, Fred's ex-girlfriend. I'm a Korean influencer. Fred took advantage of my fame and wealth."

The chapel went quiet, everyone trying to wrap their heads around the drama unfolding. Security showed up, ready to handle the situation.

"Please, remove these ladies," Fred said, trying to sound in charge despite the chaos.

He then tried to laugh it off. "Can you believe this? All exes? At the same time? Come on, that's just crazy talk."

Some guests started nodding, whispering to each other, "Maybe it's all made up."

"Sounds like someone's trying to mess up their big day," someone else guessed.

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Fred looked relieved for a second and then turned to me, all earnest. "You believe me, right? I wouldn't be here if I didn't love you."

But the women weren't leaving without a fight. Lily tried to get her point across, but the crowd was too loud, wanting us to just get on with the wedding.

I saw Margaret, the one who'd tried to warn me before, and part of me wavered. But then I stood my ground. "Fred might have a history with you, but he's chosen me. We're getting married. Unless you've got solid proof, it's time to leave."

The thing is, none of them thought to keep evidence. They all came from different parts of the world, and Fred's job as a travel influencer meant he was always on the move. It seemed plausible, but without proof, what could they really do?

Defeated, Lily was about to leave, but Dad's voice halted her. "Hold on, I want to hear what you have to say," he said.

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"Dad!" I couldn't hide my surprise.

"Let her speak. After that, she can go," Dad said, firmly but calmly.

"Are you really going to let this happen on my wedding day?" I said, shocked.

Dad looked at me with a serious expression. "The day's already taken a turn, Julia. It's better to get to the bottom of this than rush into a mistake."

"Fine, let's get this over with," he said, nodding at Lily.

Lily took a deep breath. "Fred's not who you think. He's been using your money. Heck, someone else even runs his social media."

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Fred tried to keep cool, but I could see he seemed nervous.

"And about those trips he takes? Most are just for fun. He hardly does any real work," Lily went on. "And Julia, haven't there been times when you've loaned him large sums of money?"

"I... he always paid me back," I jumped in, trying to defend Fred.

"Always? Every single time?" Lily pushed.

I hesitated, unable to answer.

Fred tried to interrupt, "Julia, she's just trying to—"

But Lily didn't let him. "Think about it. He's always traveling. He's hardly ever with you. And whenever you try to reach him, there's always some excuse."

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"You know how it is with the internet sometimes!" Fred said defensively.

Lily shook her head. "I was with him for six years, Julia. When my money ran out, he just left me."

Margaret and Vivian then shared their own stories, painting Fred as a greedy and manipulative guy.

Fred turned to me. "You believe me, right? I wouldn't do that to you."

The room was tense, filled with whispers and uneasy glances. I looked at Fred, then at the women, and finally at my dad, unsure of what to believe or do next.

Before I could say anything, Dad spoke up. "I can get a private investigator on this. We'll know the truth about Fred soon enough."

He looked at Lily, Vivian, Louise, Margaret, and Jae-Hwa. "You'll all need to give your statements too. We're getting to the bottom of this."

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"Dad, right here? Now?" I couldn't believe he was doing this in front of all the wedding guests.

"We need the facts, Julia," Dad said firmly, turning to Fred. "Let's start with your phone. Password, please."

Fred's face went white. He had been right next to me, but now he stepped back as if I was the one accusing him.

"Fred!" I couldn't hide my shock.

"You're going to just invade my privacy based on their words?" Fred's voice was cold and sharp, cutting through me. "Are you marrying me, or are you marrying your father, Julia? Will you let him control your life?"

"Fred, if you love me, let's clear this up. Show them the truth," I pleaded.

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"I don't have to prove anything!" Fred snapped back. "If you're doubting me now, maybe it's best we don't get married." With that, he yanked off his tie and threw it to the ground.

As he stormed off, I called after him, but he didn't look back. He probably thought he could just walk away from all this mess he created. But when he reached the doors, two police officers were already waiting for him.

Dad had called the cops immediately as he didn't trust Fred anymore.

"I'm not taking chances with you, Fred. If there's anything illegal, the police will find out," Dad said, then he looked at me with sad eyes.

As the officers led Fred away, I couldn't hold my tears. I ran to Dad, crying. Lily came over, putting an arm around me. "You're better off without him," she said gently.

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The other women nodded, their faces showing a mix of sympathy and relief. They were all victims of Fred's lies, but that day, we all started to heal from the hurt he caused and emerged stronger.

3. My Daughter Excluded Me from Her Wedding, Then Showed Up at My Door Two Days Later

Jill was only four when my husband left us. I worked hard to raise her alone, managing a small farm and taking odd jobs over the weekends. But as Jill hit her teenage years, she started seeing me differently.

One day, as we were getting ready for her school event, Jill looked at me, distressed. "Mom!" she exclaimed. "Can't you wear something else? My friends will laugh if you show up in that. It's so old."

I was taken aback. "But sweetie, this dress is barely a year old. And it's one of my favorites," I tried to reason with her.

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But Jill wasn't having any of it. "Mom, you've worn it a bunch of times! Please change it. I don't want my classmates to laugh at me!" she insisted.

Her words stung, and I felt tears welling up. My little girl, barely 13, was ashamed of me. But I bit my tongue, thinking she didn't really mean it, and changed my dress. We then headed to her school.

Years went by, and Jill's attitude didn't change. At 18, she moved to Houston for college, eager to leave me, her 'poor' mom, behind. Once there, she barely reached out, and we drifted apart.

In Houston, Jill met Bobby, a wealthy guy. They hit it off, and he proposed in just a month. Jill was thrilled; she'd always dreamt of a lavish life, and it seemed within reach now.

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Jill never mentioned her family to Bobby, and she even made up a story about how she grew up an orphan in foster care. So, leaving me, her poor mother, who didn't have much, out of the wedding was no problem.

The wedding was set for a grand place in New York, and Jill was over the moon, sure I wouldn't show up. But things didn't go as she thought.

I decided to surprise Jill just two days before the wedding, driving six hours to see her. She wasn't home when I got there, so I waited outside. Coming home, Jill was shocked to see me, especially with her holding a wedding dress.

"Is that a wedding dress, Jill?" I asked. She seemed scared for a moment and quickly said, "It's for my friend Gina. She's getting married. Let's go inside. I'll make tea."

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Her sweet tone, which I hadn't heard in years, was surprising, and I felt she was keeping something from me. "Why do you have Gina's dress? Are you going to the wedding? Maybe we should find you something nice to wear."

"No need, Mom," Jill said. "I've got dresses. I'll wear one of those."

I trusted her and just asked, "So, when's the wedding?"

"Next week," she lied. "Tea's ready. Could you grab some cookies from the kitchen shelf?"

"Sure, sweetie," I replied, getting up to head to the kitchen.

That's when I saw a message light up on Jill's phone from someone named Love. It read, "Almost done with the wedding list, love. Wish your folks could help. Missing them?"

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Curiosity got the best of me. Jill's phone didn't have a lock, and I clicked on the message to read it. Tears filled my eyes as I read. Jill was getting married without telling me. When she saw me with her phone, she rushed over. "Mom! I hate it when people snoop on my phone. Give it back!"

"Anything else you hate, dear?" I asked, my voice shaky. "You're embarrassed by me to the point of pretending to be an orphan and hiding your wedding?"

"Mom, don't make a fuss. It's just a small thing with a few friends. Didn't think to invite you," Jill tried to explain. Tearfully, I responded:

"A small thing? With 200 guests? And they're all 'close friends'? Please, Jill, no more lies. You're getting married. How could you not tell me?"

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But Jill stood her ground. "This is exactly it, Mom! You want things your way. But it's my wedding. If I don't want someone there, they won't be. That's final."

"Alright, honey. I didn't know you felt this way about me. But can you tell me something? Do you feel embarrassed by me?" I asked. Jill always tried to spare my feelings, but this time, she let out what she really thought.

"Okay, mom! That's enough! Look, my fiancé is well-off. The wedding guests are all high-class. If they see someone like you, looking unkempt and poorly dressed, walking in, do you think he'd like that? No way! So, please, for my sake, let's not make a scene and just forget everything we talked about, okay? Pretend there's no wedding, nothing!" she explained.

Her words stung, and I quickly picked up my bag and left.

As Jill's wedding day neared, my longing to see her in her wedding gown grew. I went on Facebook to see if I could find a photo of Jill in the dress we'd talked about during our argument. But when I checked her page, I saw the wedding was delayed.

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"Sorry for the trouble, everyone," the post read. "The wedding's been pushed back because of a problem with the cake. If anyone can help, please send me a message!"

Even though my daughter hadn't been treating me well, I spent all night making a cake for Jill. The next morning, I sent it over to her with a little message: "Sweetie, I hope you like this wedding cake. Couldn't make it just like the one you posted on Facebook, but I gave it my all. Love, Mom."

I thought Jill might at least say thanks for the cake. But nothing came.

Two days later, I was jolted awake by the doorbell. Opening the door, I found Jill and Bobby. Jill was in her wedding gown, looking stunning, and Bobby was there, sharper than any photo I'd seen.

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"Mom, hurry and get dressed!" Jill said, giving me a new dress. "We're running late for the wedding. I'm sorry for not thinking straight. After your cake arrived, we chose to have a small church wedding. Then, I realized I wanted everyone to meet my amazing mom, who made me who I am. Sorry for the delay in telling you. I love you, Mom. We need you there; it won't be complete without you."

Bobby chimed in, "Mrs. Mathews, if I'd known about you sooner, I'd have never let Jill exclude you. We're really sorry. Please join us."

My tears were unstoppable as I embraced them both. Jill wouldn't stop apologizing for how terrible she felt for treating me badly. It turns out that Bobby was the one who explained to her that she had been making a mistake by excluding me, her mother, from the wedding.

I was glad my daughter met someone like Bobby, who brought a positive change in her character. I firmly believe now that love can change a person, and Jill has learned her lesson that one should never underestimate those less fortunate.

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Making mistakes is inevitable, and life happens, but what's important is that we confront the truth with courage and move forward, just like the people in the stories above did.

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