My wedding day was supposed to be the happiest of my life, but it left a scar I’ll never forget.

Jane and I met through a mutual friend and quickly became inseparable — her lively spirit balanced my quiet nature. After a few months, I proposed, certain she was the one. We planned a small summer ceremony surrounded by loved ones.

Everything was perfect… until the moment she walked in.

Jane’s black dress looked like something for a funeral. As she reached the altar, her eyes burned with anger. When I asked what was wrong, she said, “Your mother told me everything.”

My stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

“She said you’ve been cheating on me with Lauren,” Jane said, her voice trembling. Gasps echoed through the church. “That you planned to leave me for her. I’m wearing black to mourn what we had.”

I tried to explain — I’d never cheated. But she wasn’t done. “She also told me you lied about your family being bankrupt. You’re marrying me for my money, aren’t you?”

Part of it was true — my family’s business was failing, but I loved Jane deeply. I signed a prenup to prove it. Still, she couldn’t believe me.

Then I told her the truth my mother had twisted: “My dad isn’t my biological father. When I found out, he left, and my mom’s hated me ever since. She ruined this because she can’t stand to see me happy.”

Jane’s anger softened, but her trust was gone. “We were supposed to build a life together, Nathan. How can I trust you after all this?”

Tears blurred my vision as she walked away.

Since that day, I’ve lost both the woman I loved and the mother who destroyed us. And I’ll carry that pain forever.