Bride Doesn’t Want Her Dad in Wheelchair to Walk Her Down the Aisle until She Sees Him on TV — Story of the Day
A woman doesn’t want her father to walk her down the aisle because she is embarrassed by his wheelchair. However, when she sees him on TV a few days before the wedding, she regrets her decision and changes her mind.
When Lisa Terrell’s mother died when she was just two years old, her father, Edward, took up her care. Caroline Terrell had died in a terrible hurricane that hit their town years ago, demolishing their home and leaving Edward in a wheelchair due to a severe injury.
Nonetheless, nothing could stop Edward from raising Lisa with love and giving her the finest of everything. He was a well-known journalist and began working remotely following his injury to provide for them.
However, most people in Lisa’s life were unaware she had a father until he paid her a surprise visit at her school one day.
Lisa had always told her friends that her father was too busy to spend time with her, which is why he never attended school functions or parent meetings. However, the reality was that the invitations never made it to Edward since Lisa was embarrassed by him and didn’t want her friends to see him.
She adored him as a youngster, but as she grew up, the image of her father in a wheelchair mortified her and wrecked her relationship with him.
She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Still, Edward never reneged on his duties. He was always there for his daughter and saved enough money to send her to a top university.
On the other hand, Lisa did not want him by his side. In fact, when she met her boyfriend, Harrison, at university, and they decided to marry after graduation, she didn’t want Edward to be there for the wedding.
As a result, she freaked out when Harrison asked her to invite Edward to dinner at his parents’ place. His parents were wealthy and of the upper crust. What would they think if they saw an elderly man in their home in a wheelchair? Lisa was ashamed by the very thought of it.
However, based on Harrison’s enthusiasm in inviting Edward to dinner, Lisa realized she didn’t have an out this time. So she had to fake a grin and say she’d ask Edward if he was free.
When Lisa told Edward about the invitation to dinner, he was more than just free. He was overjoyed for Lisa for finding someone who adored her.
On the night of the dinner, he dressed nicely in a suit and Harrison’s family received him warmly. The young man’s parents were impressed that Edward had reared a daughter on his own. Besides, Edward had a wonderful sense of humor, and everyone had a great time at the dinner. Everyone except Lisa, whose cheeks were flushed crimson with shame the entire time since the man in a wheelchair was her father…
A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa made up her mind. She confronted Edward one night over dinner and notified him that he would not be on the wedding guest list.
“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, glancing at her plate and moving her fork around the spaghetti.
“Yes? What exactly is it, honey?” Edward inquired. “Is there something bugging you about the wedding, the expenses? If that’s the case, I have some bonds that we could use. After all, I did keep it for you…”
“No, dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I intend to hold the wedding here in New York, but the problem is that we’re having it at one of the city’s largest hotels, and… I just thought it would be best if you didn’t attend the event. You know, there would be way too many guests!”
Edward’s smile vanished as he stared at Lisa, speechless. “I – I don’t understand…What’s the problem?”
Lisa sighed and fixed her gaze on him. “Look, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and high-class people. Imagine a man in a wheelchair walking his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know…It’s just weird.”
“A man in a wheelchair is weird?” Edward’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe Lisa was indirectly cutting him off the wedding guest list. But he grasped the cue and forced a grin, hiding his tears from her.
“Is that it? Oh, you’re right! After all, this old age is catching up with me,” he said, faking a laugh. “I may not be able to handle such a large gathering. It’s ok – it’s ok!”
“Thanks for understanding, dad,” Lisa said bluntly and went away to her room. Before dissing Edward, she didn’t think twice about all the years of love and care he’d given her, but eventually, she regretted it.
A few days later, she was watching a show titled “American Heroes” on TV when the emcee announced Edward’s name. She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Soon after, the camera focused on a screen that displayed images of Edward in a wheelchair and the hurricane that had hit their town years before. He turned out to be one of the brave journalists who had managed to save his family and help his neighbors throughout the disaster.
Edward had a solemn expression as he narrated the whole story of how he’d managed to help people, especially his family.
“I will never forget that day. It was terrible… we lost practically everything,” he explained. “My wife died in the accident, and my daughter was just two years old at the time. As the debris surrounding us fell, I noticed my daughter standing right there…underneath that spot where it was falling.
“I went to save her and took her into my arms, but as I ran, a large section of the ceiling cracked and crashed on my back, causing a spine injury that prevented me from walking again.”
Lisa’s jaw sank to the floor, and her tears welled up when she heard that. “Dad saved me?” she was shocked.
“It was hard for me,” Edward continued. “But you know, you can’t really avoid your fate. So I gathered courage, knowing I just couldn’t give up in life, especially because I know I had a daughter who was now reliant on her father.”
Lisa was utterly embarrassed about herself at this point. She cried after Edward’s interview, cursing herself for being a terrible daughter, and decided to make it up to him.
So on her wedding day, she did walk down the aisle with Edward, but before the wedding ceremony began, she needed to tell the guests something VERY important…
As she took the microphone near the altar, she approached Edward, who was sitting among the guests, fell on her knees, and hugged him. “I know this is one of the most important days of my life, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” she cried, holding his hands in hers. “But none of this would have been possible if my father had not been by my side.”
“Ever since mom passed away, I never saw dad saying even once how hard it was for him to raise me alone. He did have hard days, but he never showed me the slightest hint of it. But what did I do? I was about to remove him from the wedding list because I was embarrassed about him being in a wheelchair. Yes, that’s right!”
“If only I had known that dad is in a wheelchair because he injured his back while saving me, I’d have never ever done that. I have been horrible to the man who loves me the most!”
“So I’d like to apologize to him in front of everyone today. I apologize for being the worst daughter to you, dad,” she said, facing him. “You can hate me for the rest of my life. I am sorry.”
Edward wasn’t expecting Lisa to own her mistake publicly. He was surprised but at the same time overcome with emotions at seeing his daughter realize her error, so he forgave her.
“Oh, come here,” he cried, embracing her. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “But if you recognize them and work to fix them, you should be forgiven.”
Everyone was moved to tears and applauded the heartwarming reunion.
I Returned Home from a Long Trip without Warning My Husband and Found a Strange Child Inside – ‘I Live Here,’ He Said
I came home unexpectedly from a long trip to find a strange child in my living room. The boy said he lived there, and as I followed his innocent directions to the bedroom, I uncovered a truth about my husband’s involvement that shattered my world.
As I pushed open the front door, my kids darted past me into the house, yelling “Surprise!” Their voices echoed in the house. But something felt off. There were shoes by the door that didn’t belong to us. A couple of pairs were small, definitely children’s shoes, but not my children’s. I froze.
A line of unfamiliar shoes by the front door, hinting at a mystery | Source: Pexels
“Mom, why are there other people’s shoes here?” Emma asked, her brow furrowed.
I forced a smile. “Probably some guests. Let’s find Dad and see.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and moved toward the living room. My steps were slow, deliberate. I peeked around the corner and there he was: a young boy, maybe four years old, sitting in our living room, engrossed in cartoons on the TV.
The boy turned to look at me, unfazed. “Hi,” he said with a toothy grin.
A young boy named Jason smiling innocently in the living room | Source: Pexels
“Hi there,” I replied, my voice shaky. “Who are you?”
“I’m Jason,” he said. “I live here.”
My heart skipped a beat. “You… live here?” I repeated, more to myself than to him. “Where are your parents, Jason?”
He pointed toward the hallway. “In the bedroom.”
I stood there, rooted to the spot. How could this be? I had only been gone for three weeks. I needed answers. I needed to see Ian, my husband.
Julia’s shocked face as she hears Jason’s claim of living there | Source: Pexels
“Stay here, kids,” I whispered to Emma and Max, who were now eyeing Jason curiously. “I’ll be right back.”
Each step toward the bedroom felt heavier than the last. My hands trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I paused, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Inside, the sight that met my eyes made my stomach churn. Ian was in bed with another woman. They sprang apart, eyes wide with shock, as if they’d seen a ghost. The woman, a brunette with soft features, clutched the sheets to her chest.
Ian and Sophie, caught in bed | Source: Pexels
“Julia!” Ian stammered, scrambling to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My eyes darted between them, then back to Ian. I wanted to scream, cry, or do anything but stand there in stunned silence.
“Who is she?” I finally managed to choke out.
“I’m Sophie,” the woman said, her voice trembling. “I… I thought — “
I held up a hand to stop her. “Save it,” I snapped. I turned to Ian, my voice rising. “Who is she, Ian? And who is that child?”
Julia confronting Ian and Sophie in the bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Ian looked like he might faint. “I can explain, Julia. Please, just — “
“Explain?!” I cut him off. “Explain what? That you’ve been lying to me? That there’s another family in my house?”
Sophie looked horrified. “Ian told me you were separated! That you were out of the picture!”
I glared at Ian. “Out of the picture? That’s rich. I’ve been at my parents’ for three weeks, taking care of my sick mother, while you… you — “
“Julia, please,” Ian begged. “Let me talk.”
Julia turns her back on Ian and walks away | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I said, my voice hard. “No more lies.”
I stormed out of the room, my mind in a whirlwind. Emma and Max were in the living room, still talking to Jason. I couldn’t bear to look at them, not now. I needed air. I needed to think.
I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my face like a splash of cold water. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. There was no one I could think to call, no one who could help me make sense of this.
Julia getting a breath of air outside and thinking about who to call | Source: Pexels
I had to gather myself and face this chaos head-on. The betrayal cut deep, like a knife. But beneath the pain, anger simmered, waiting to boil over.
Inside, I could hear Ian’s muffled voice, trying to explain, to justify his behavior to the other woman. But there was no justification for this. For tearing our family apart, for lying to me, to our kids.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside me. I had to be strong, for Emma and Max. I couldn’t let Ian’s betrayal break me.
Julia beside one of her children, trying to maintain composure | Source: Pexels
With renewed determination, I walked back into the house. Emma and Max looked up at me, their eyes wide with confusion. Little Jason still sat on the couch, oblivious to the turmoil he had unknowingly revealed.
“Mom?” Emma asked, her voice small. “What’s going on?”
I knelt down beside them, forcing a smile. “We’ll talk about it later, sweetie. Right now, let’s get some dinner, okay?”
They nodded, sensing my need for a momentary distraction. I led them to the kitchen, my mind still reeling, but my resolve strengthened with every step.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Sophie and Julia confront each other in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Sophie, equally stunned and devastated, joined me in the kitchen after Ian finally left, dragging his suitcase behind him. Sophie, to her credit, had ordered him out of the house. We sat in silence, the weight of the evening pressing down on us.
“I can’t believe this,” Sophie said, her voice breaking. “He told me you were dead. That you died four years ago. I never doubted him.”
I shook my head, feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. “I don’t understand how he could live this double life. It’s like I never really knew him.”
Sophie looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry, Julia. I had no idea. If I had known — “
Sophie and Julia chatting and sharing their disappointment | Source: Pexels
“It’s not your fault,” I interrupted, my voice softer now. “He’s the one who lied to both of us.”
We shared a bottle of wine, the alcohol dulling the edges of our pain. We cried and talked, finding an unexpected solace in each other’s company. The betrayal had shattered us both, but in that shattering, a fragile bond began to form.
As the night wore on, Sophie mentioned something that ignited a spark of determination in me. “I found a dating profile a while back. It had Ian’s picture, but he used a different name. I was too scared to confront him about it.”
I sat up straighter, “A dating profile?”
Sophie nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know what to do.”
Sophie sadly explaining how Ian deceived her | Source: Midjourney
An idea began to form, and I felt a surge of energy. “We need to make him pay for what he’s done. Let’s create a fake profile. We’ll use photos of Ian’s boss, Brian, and his wife, Lisa. We’ll lure Ian into a compromising conversation, get him to reveal all his dirty secrets.”
Sophie looked at me, her eyes wide with hope, but also doubt. “And then what?”
“Then we send it all to Brian. Let him deal with Ian.”
Sophie and Julia creating a fake dating profile of Ian together | Source: Pexels
We spent the next few days putting our plan into action. We created the profile, carefully choosing photos of Lisa that would draw Ian in. It didn’t take long for him to bite.
***
Ian fell for the bait, hook, line, and sinker. He believed he was talking to Brian’s wife and soon started disparaging Brian, revealing all kinds of personal and damaging information. The final straw was when he agreed to meet at a hotel.
We took screenshots of everything and sent them to Brian, along with an explanation of who we were and why we were doing this. The response was swift.
Brian takes the bait on a dating app, incriminating himself | Source: Pexels
Ian was called into a meeting with Brian and was fired on the spot for his appalling dishonesty and disloyalty. When he returned to pack his things, his face was a mask of defeat.
“You did this,” he accused, his voice bitter.
I looked him in the eye, my voice cold. “You did this to yourself, Ian. Now get out of my house.”
With Ian out of our lives, Sophie and I found solace in each other. We supported each other through the emotional aftermath, focusing on rebuilding our lives.
As the days passed, our bond grew stronger, turning our shared pain into a source of empowerment. We were no longer victims of Ian’s deceit but survivors who had found strength in each other.
Ian leaving the house for good, in shame | Source: Midjourney
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