It all began when Chris, my boyfriend of just six months, surprised me with a proposal on the beautiful beaches of Hawaii. Caught up in the enchantment of the moment, I said yes, even though I knew deep down that six months wasn’t enough time to truly know someone before getting married.
I was never one of those girls who fantasized about their wedding day, so when Chris’s family took complete control of the wedding planning, I went along with it. It was easier to contribute to their enthusiasm than to fight against it.
On the big day, Chris’s family arranged for me to walk down the aisle with my eyes closed. It seemed like a strange tradition, but I played along. When I opened my eyes at the altar, expecting to see my loving fiancé, I was shocked to see a woman in a white dress standing behind him. It turned out to be Julia, Chris’s first wife.
Confusion and murmurs filled the room as everyone realized what was happening. Julia introduced a little boy named Eli, who turned out to be Chris’s son. I had no idea about Eli’s existence, and the revelation left me speechless.
As the truth unfolded, I couldn’t deny the heartbreak and disappointment I felt. Chris had abandoned his son when he found out about his autism. I couldn’t bring myself to marry someone who could be so thoughtless and neglectful.
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