I learned the truth only days before my wedding, when a friend reluctantly told me that my fiancé had been involved with someone else. The revelation hit me with a force I wasn’t prepared for. I felt stunned, embarrassed, and unsure how to face the future I had spent months planning. Instead of confronting him immediately, I went home and told only my father. He listened without interrupting, his expression calm rather than shocked.
When I finished, he paused, then said, “We cannot cancel the wedding. Invitations have already been sent.” His words didn’t match my feelings, but there was a quiet certainty in his voice that made me hold back my protests. On the morning of the ceremony, everything appeared normal: flowers arranged, guests seated, music playing softly. I walked with my father toward the aisle, my heart pounding. But halfway down, I realized something was different.
