The dress was still there—white, untouched, hanging quietly on the wardrobe door like it was waiting for a miracle. I had tried it on the night before, smiling at my reflection, imagining the walk down the aisle, the music, the vows. Everything was ready. Guests had arrived. Food had been ordered. The church was booked. I went to bed believing my life was about to begin.
I woke up a bride.
But by evening, I was a woman whose world had collapsed.
My groom, Brian, had not answered my calls that morning. At first, I wasn’t worried. Weddings are chaotic. I assumed he was busy with preparations on his side. But as hours passed, panic crept in. His phone was switched off. His best man claimed he hadn’t seen him since the previous night. Family members began whispering. By noon, my hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t hold my phone.
Then the truth came—not from Brian, not from his family, but from a stranger.
A distant cousin who worked in town pulled me aside and asked gently, “Have you heard?” Before I could answer, she said words I will never forget: “Brian was arrested early this morning. He’s in jail.”
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