The Wedding Crash That Broke My Heart

As I stood at the altar, watching Lily walk toward me in her stunning white dress, I felt like I was on top of the world. Her smile was radiant, her eyes locked on mine, and my heart swelled with love. We’d met a year ago at our PR firm, where she was my junior colleague. Lily was smart, joyful, and made every day feel alive. I’d told my friend, Sam, she was like a spark in a dull world. He’d cautioned me about her past—her divorce from her ex, Nick, was rough—but I didn’t care. Our love was everything. As Lily reached me, her hand warm in mine, I was ready to say our vows. Then the doors crashed open with a loud thud.

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Nick stood there, his face stern. I’d met him once, a cold moment at work, but now his voice rang out. “Sorry, but this wedding’s over in five minutes.” The guests gasped, and Lily’s grip tightened. Fury rose as I stepped forward. “Leave, Nick,” I growled. He stood firm. “You need to hear this, Mark. Lily’s pregnant.” The word hit like a brick. Pregnant? I turned to Lily, expecting her to deny it, but her face was pale, her eyes wide. Then Nick’s voice cut deeper. “It’s my child.” My heart sank, and I glared at him. “You’re full of it,” I said, but my voice wavered.

Lily’s voice shook. “Mark, please, I can explain.” Nick laughed coldly. “Explain how you’ve been with me for months?” The crowd murmured, and my stomach twisted. Months? Half our relationship? Nick’s tone turned sharp. “She’s after your money, Mark, your safe life. Not you.” I looked at Lily, begging her to speak, but she stood trembling. Then she collapsed, her body crumpling to the floor. Chaos broke out, guests calling for help. I knelt beside her, holding her cold, limp form, my mind a mess of betrayal but focused on her waking up.

In the hospital, the steady beeps and sterile air felt heavy. Lily lay in the bed, pale and small, an IV dripping into her arm. The doctor said stress from the pregnancy caused her collapse, her body shutting down to protect itself. She’d recover with rest, but the baby needed monitoring. I sat there, torn between anger and fear, wondering if I’d pushed her to this or if it was her secrets. When she woke, her eyes found mine, brimming with tears. “Mark, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. My voice was raw. “You let me believe in us while you were with him.” She looked away, gripping the sheet. “I wanted to be with you,” she said. “I thought I could start over.”

Her confession hurt. She’d wanted stability with me, but Nick still had her heart. I was angry, but her pain tugged at me. “We’re getting a paternity test,” I said. She nodded, no fight left. Two weeks later, the results confirmed Nick was the father. I sat in my office, staring at the report, the truth crushing me. Lily’s calls went unanswered. At Sam’s place, I told him and my mom everything. “Would you have stayed if it was yours?” Sam asked. “No,” I said. “Trust is gone.” Mom said I’d find love again.

I buried myself in work, avoiding Lily’s tired eyes at the office. One night, Nick stopped me outside. “She loved you,” he said. “Just not enough.” I nodded, letting him walk away. The pain was still there, but I was ready to move forward. Love had hurt me, but I’d find my way, one day at a time.

 

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