As our wedding day approached, I was surprisingly calm. We had meticulously planned every detail of our intimate church ceremony.
But just before the ceremony, Ryan’s mother pulled me aside.
“Darling, can we chat?” she asked, her demeanor unsettling.
As my mother buttoned up my dress, Audrey’s unease was palpable.
“Hanna,” she began tentatively. “There’s something you need to see.”
She showed me videos on her phone—videos that shattered my world. Ryan, in intimate moments with another woman, undeniable betrayal captured on screen.
Shocked and heartbroken, I confronted Audrey. But the truth behind the videos was far more sinister than I could have imagined.
On our wedding day, as I walked down the aisle, I uttered two words that changed everything: “I don’t.”
The church fell silent as I confronted Ryan with the evidence. But even as he denied the accusations, doubts lingered.
Days later, Ryan revealed the truth—his mother had orchestrated the deception to sabotage our wedding.
Audrey, fearing our union, had manipulated events, fabricating evidence to break us apart.
In the aftermath, forgiveness came swiftly. Ryan and I united against the true villain in our story—his own mother.
It was a betrayal that cut deep, but through it, our love emerged stronger than ever.