“I’ll be back in a moment,” Betty’s bridesmaid, Amanda, said before leaving her alone in the dressing room. Soon after, the groom’s frantic best man burst in, revealing both Amanda and Betty’s fiancé were missing from the wedding venue. Where did they go?
All my life, I had dreamed of a beautiful wedding ceremony, surrounded by the people I loved most. When I met my fiancé, Adam, those dreams took shape. Adam was the person I knew I wanted to spend forever with.
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A year after we met, Adam proposed to me, and I joyfully said yes. He embodied everything I ever wanted—caring, kind-hearted, well-mannered, and a dedicated doctor who lived to save lives.
It was his unwavering commitment to his work that made me fall head over heels for him.
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We began planning a small, intimate outdoor ceremony, inviting only 50 of our closest friends and family. It was going to be perfect.
One evening, in the midst of our planning bustle, Adam looked up from his notes and asked, “Have you chosen your bridesmaid yet?”
“Yes. And you know who it is,” I said, smiling, prodding him to guess.
“Amanda?” he said instantly.
“Yes, it’s Amanda,” I said, feeling giddy.
Adam nodded, his attention drifting to his phone. “I’ll message Tom and ask if he can be my best man. He’s my only childhood friend.”
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Amanda had been my rock through thick and thin. She was also close to Adam, but never in a way that made me worry—until the day of the wedding.
The Day That Changed Everything
Our wedding day arrived; the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly. We had chosen a charming garden venue adorned with blooming flowers, white chairs, and a simple yet elegant altar.
Nerves and excitement mingled as I got ready, surrounded by laughter and final preparations.
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“Are you nervous?” Amanda asked, adjusting my veil with a tender touch.
“A bit. I just want everything to be perfect,” I admitted, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
“You look beautiful, Betty. It’s going to be an unforgettable day,” she reassured me with a radiant smile.
Guests started to arrive, their cheerful chatter and laughter adding to my growing excitement. Little did I know, this excitement would soon transform into confusion and fear.
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“Let me just check if everything is set up,” Amanda said, leaving the dressing room. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
We had planned a dramatic entrance for me, so I waited for the music to cue before stepping out. I gazed at my reflection, anticipation bubbling inside me, waiting for Amanda to give the signal. But it wasn’t her who returned—it was Tom, Adam’s best friend, and he looked terrified.
His eyes were wide open in shock, and he was breathless.
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“Betty…” he stammered, panic evident in his voice. “Betty… Adam…”
Fear gripped me. “What happened, Tom?”
“I can’t find him. He’s gone. His car is missing,” Tom said, his voice shaking. “And Amanda… she’s also gone.”
“WHAT?” I exclaimed, disbelief washing over me. “Adam and Amanda? How could they just disappear like this?”
I grabbed my phone to call Adam, but Tom interrupted.
“He left his phone here,” Tom said, showing me Adam’s phone.
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“How could they do this to me?” I murmured, shock and disbelief mixing into a cauldron of emotions.
In that moment, I truly believed Adam had run away with Amanda. Betrayal pierced through me sharply.
“I’ll go look for some answers,” Tom said, leaving me alone.
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Heartbroken, I locked myself in the bathroom and collapsed on the cold floor. Tears flowed freely as I thought about all the beautiful memories I had built with Adam. How could this happen on the best day of my life?
Then, my phone lit up with a call from an unknown number. Wiping my tears, I answered.
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“Betty?” Adam’s voice came through, filled with concern. “I had to leave—”
“Where are you, Adam? What’s going on?” I yelled, anger and confusion mingling.
“Please, let me explain. I’m at the hospital with Amanda. It was an emergency,” Adam said, his voice calm but urgent.
“Hospital? Why? What happened?” I asked, my anger giving way to concern.
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Adam’s voice remained steady. “Amanda had a severe allergic reaction. She was stung by a bee just outside, and her breathing became compromised. We rushed her here immediately.”
My anger melted, replaced by worry. “Is she okay?”
“She’s stable now, but it was critical. Waiting for an ambulance wasn’t an option; we had to act fast,” he explained.
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Heartfelt Revelations
Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, I tried to process everything. “Adam, I’m so sorry for doubting you,” I whispered.
“There’s no need for apologies now. I need you to be strong. Can you come to the hospital?” he asked.
I pulled myself together, wiped away my tears, and stood up. “Yes, I’m coming. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
The drive to the hospital blurred as thoughts of Amanda’s distress and Adam’s heroism consumed my mind.
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Adam met me at the hospital entrance, looking exhausted but relieved. “We need to talk, but first, let’s see Amanda,” he said, leading me to her room.
Amanda lay in the bed, pale but with a weak smile. “Betty, I’m sorry this happened today,” she whispered.
I held her hand gently. “The important thing is you’re okay. Adam told me everything. You really scared us,” I said, feeling grateful.
“I owe him my life,” Amanda murmured, squeezing my hand.
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Later, in the hospital cafeteria, Adam and I talked. “I should have informed someone, but everything happened so fast,” he said apologetically.
“I understand, Adam. Today showed me just how crucial every second can be,” I replied, feeling a wave of respect.
We decided to postpone the wedding, but our bond grew even stronger. Adam’s actions reaffirmed why I loved him so deeply.
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A New Beginning
A few weeks later, we gathered again. This time, the wedding went smoothly. As we exchanged vows, an overwhelming sense of pride and love washed over me. Adam was not just my partner; he was my hero.
I fell in love with him all over again.
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My Fiancé Sent Me a Cute Photo with His Dog, Unknowingly Exposing His Shocking Secret
When Nina’s fiancé, Mitchell, sends her a photo of his dog, Buster—she proudly shows it off to her colleague, Sophie. But instead of telling her how cute Buster is, Sophie reveals a much deeper secret that changes Nina’s entire life, causing her engagement to fall apart before her eyes.
I was having an ordinary lunch break—just like any other. I sat at my desk, sipped on my cup of coffee, and nibbled on a croissant. Just as I was about to pick up my work phone and call my mother to catch up, my phone pinged with a message notification.
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Mitchell, my fiancé, had sent over an adorable photo of his dog, Buster. Buster was a large part of Mitchell’s life, and he went everywhere with Buster, often coming over to my apartment for sleepovers when Mitch intended on doing just that.
“Look here, Sophie,” I said to my colleague who shared the desk with me.
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“Buster is adorable,” she said, eating her salad. “But I’m glad you finally figured the whole thing out.”
“Figured what out?” I asked, confused.
“Nina, come on,” she said. “I thought that you were showing me something else—”
“What?” I interrupted her.
Sophie put her fork down and put her head on her desk. She sighed before taking a moment to choose her words. She seemed conflicted, and it sent shots of anxiety through my body.
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What did she know? All I did was show her a photo of Buster.
“Look at the background,” she said. “Where is that?”
I was confused. I hadn’t noticed anything other than Buster’s little face. So, now that I was forced to look at the photo with a pair of detective’s eyes, I realized that Mitchell wasn’t at home.
“I thought that Mitch was home, and that it was his den,” I admitted to Sophie, who was hanging off her seat.
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“And is it?” she asked.
“No.”
And it wasn’t. The room seemed much more feminine than my fiancé’s house.
“Exactly,” she said. “Look, Nina. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I know that place. It’s Carla’s apartment.”
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Carla?
Carla was a co-worker of Mitchell’s—someone he mentioned occasionally but always in passing, never anything that made me suspicious.
Until right now.
The realization that he might be cheating was overwhelming.
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