As he approached, she gathered her strength and asked, “Did you have a child five years ago?” His face went pale, and he tried to laugh it off, but she held up the girl’s hand, revealing the birthmark. “Explain this,” she said quietly.
A stunned silence fell over the guests. Her parents stood nearby, her mother’s hand covering her mouth. Her fiancé stammered, “It’s just a coincidence,” but his conviction was gone.
The bride turned back to the child. “What’s your name?” she asked gently. “Emily,” the girl whispered.
Turning to her fiancé, she made a final decision. “I can’t marry you, not without the truth. Let’s do a DNA test.” The ceremony was called off, and days later, the DNA results confirmed what she already knew: Emily was his daughter.
Though heartbroken, she walked away. Deception had no place in her future. As for Emily, she was welcomed by her grandparents, who embraced her wholeheartedly.
Moving forward, the bride found peace in her freedom from the weight of hidden truths, knowing love needs trust to last.