I Shouted “I Don’t!” at My Own Wedding After My Groom’s Mother’s Manipulative Plan Almost Succeeded
Ryan and I met two years ago after a theatre show when he accidentally crushed my bouquet. Sparks flew, and three months later, he proposed casually over pub food. Last week was supposed to be our wedding day, but it unraveled spectacularly.
Both our families seemed thrilled. Ryan’s mother, Audrey, welcomed me warmly, calling me the daughter she never had. But thirty minutes before the ceremony, she dropped a bombshell. Showing me a video of a man resembling Ryan with another woman, she claimed he was unfaithful. The jacket in the video was one I’d bought him. Devastated, I confronted Ryan at the altar, refusing to say “I do.”
The church erupted in shock. Audrey, trembling, showed the video, but Ryan insisted it wasn’t him. She fled, leaving chaos behind. I ran out, unable to process the betrayal.
Two days later, Ryan explained: Audrey staged the video, paying college students to mimic him, even using his jacket. She wanted to sabotage our marriage. Stunned, I forgave Ryan, but Audrey’s cruel deception lingers. We’re rebuilding, but her betrayal haunts me. How does someone forgive a lie so vicious?
