A young woman is at the altar about to marry a man she doesn’t love when she sees her dead fiancé among the guests.
Sarah looked in the mirror and tucked her favorite gold chain out of sight. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but she felt like crying.
“Now, don’t you cry!” the makeup artist said quickly, putting powder under Sarah’s eyes. “You’ll ruin my work!”
Across the room, Sarah’s mother smiled weakly. “Tears of joy,” she said, but she knew they were tears of sadness.
What should have been Sarah’s dream wedding had turned into a nightmare. Sarah adjusted her wedding dress and felt the weight of her engagement ring against her chest. It was a delicate ring with a tiny diamond, very different from the large ring now on her left hand.
“This is your choice,” Sarah told herself softly. “Now that David is gone, it doesn’t really matter who you marry.” The man she was marrying was nice, but he was chosen by her father.
Frank Melville was the son of Sarah’s father’s business partner. Their marriage would strengthen a business deal that had made both men very rich.
Sarah’s true love, David O’Reilly, had died three years ago in a terrible car accident. David was her driver when Sarah was a young celebrity, always chased by paparazzi.
It should have been the happiest day of Sarah’s life, but all she could think about was David.
Sarah remembered how she sometimes caught David watching her in the car’s mirror. She would look away. Then one night, she drank too much at a club, or maybe someone slipped her something.
Feeling sick and helpless, she called David. He came right away and helped her out of the club when she couldn’t stand.
To her embarrassment, she vomited, and David held her hair back and rubbed her back, saying comforting words. He helped her clean up and took care of her.
From that moment on, Sarah started watching David. Eventually, she convinced him to go on a date with her. They fell in love, and one day David gave her a delicate ring with a tiny diamond.
Sarah had been living the wild life of a party girl until she met David.
She happily said yes, thinking her parents would also be happy about her marrying a driver who had no money.
“But Daddy,” Sarah cried, “you always said what mattered was that I was happy!”
“You can be just as happy with a rich man,” her father replied. “Forget O’Reilly; he’s a loser.” But Sarah loved David and fought for their love. She believed her parents would eventually accept him.
That happy day never came. Instead, Sarah got a phone call while she was with her family. She saw her father go pale.
“Sarah, be brave, my love,” he said gently. “It’s David; there was an accident, a terrible accident…”
Sarah screamed and her father held her tightly while her mother sat nearby, twisting her hands and biting her lips.
That was the last day of her old life, the life where she believed in lasting love and happy endings. Two months later, Sarah told her parents she was pregnant.
They wanted her to end the pregnancy, but she refused. “This is all I have of David, and I’m having this baby!”
They had to give in to her strong will, especially with her grandmother on her side. Gran had real power in the family. Sarah’s father reluctantly accepted the pregnancy, and they spread the rumor that the father was a billionaire.
Sarah’s little girl was born, and for once, the family didn’t make a big deal out of it. Little Rachel’s existence was a secret. Soon after Rachel was born, Sarah’s father began pushing her toward Frank Melville.
Sarah sighed and lowered her delicate lace veil. “I’m ready,” she said. She picked up her bouquet and allowed her mother and bridesmaids to lead her downstairs to the waiting limousine.
A man in a wheelchair arrived at the church first. He wore a dark suit and had a bunch of wildflowers in his lap. When the usher asked him who he was with, he said, “The bride.”
He hadn’t seen Sarah in almost two years, but he turned on the TV yesterday and saw her. “Socialite Sarah Farmin, who has been away from the city’s social scene, is about to get married!”
“Not if I can help it!” David cried, turning off the TV. He remembered waking up in a hospital two years ago with his legs useless.
His mother, who had breathing problems, had been crying at his bedside. Then Sarah’s father, the powerful Greg Farmin, walked in. “You’re crippled,” he said bluntly. “What kind of life is that for Sarah? You know she’ll marry you, but you’ll be half a man.”
“What do you want?” David asked.
“I want you to stay away from Sarah. Let her believe you are dead so she can live a happy life,” Farmin said. “In return, you and your mother will get the best care money can buy.”
So David agreed, and Farmin kept his promise. David slowly got better, but his mother eventually died.
“I can’t let her do this,” David thought. “I have to tell her I’m alive.” So, when Sarah walked down the aisle with her father, David waited for his moment.
When Sarah reached Frank and the best man, her father gently lifted her veil and kissed her forehead. Just as he was about to give her away, a voice interrupted.
“Sarah,” it said. “Please don’t do this.”
Sarah turned and saw David in his wheelchair, wildflowers in his lap.
“David?” she whispered, shocked. “Oh my God, David? I must be dreaming…” Was he a ghost or a hallucination?
“It’s me,” David said, wheeling toward her. “I’m alive, but I thought you’d be better off without me.”
“Without you?” Sarah gasped. “I’ve been DEAD without you! The only thing that kept me alive was our baby, our little Rachel.”
“Baby?” David asked, shocked. “You had a baby?” He turned to Greg Farmin. “You never told me about the baby!”
“Daddy!” Sarah cried. “You knew David was alive and didn’t tell me?”
“I wanted to protect you,” Greg said defensively. He turned to David. “You gave me your word and took my money.”
“You paid him to stay away?” Sarah yelled. “You broke my heart!” Turning to Frank, she said with a sad smile, “I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. I’m going to marry the father of my child.”
Sarah walked back toward David and hugged him. “You marry that man, and you’ll end up with nothing,” Greg shouted. “You won’t get a cent!”
Sarah’s grandmother stood up, looking at her son coldly. “Shut up, Greg. It’s not your money to give away. It’s mine, and I think Sarah and David deserve it all!”
Sarah and David got married and lived with little Rachel in a small house they bought with their own money, even though Gran wanted to buy them a luxury apartment. They knew they didn’t need luxury now that they had each other.
My Coworker Unintentionally Revealed My Husband’s Affair, So I Took Immediate Action
Gina uncovers a shocking secret when a casual text from her coworker hints at her husband’s betrayal. She decides to confront the situation head-on, determined to uncover the truth. As she pieces together the clues, Gina’s life takes an unexpected turn. How will she deal with the sudden storm in her life?
I was sitting in my living room, scrolling through my phone, when a text from my friend and coworker Linda popped up.
“Hey, I’m excited about tonight’s movie double date! See you at Regal Cinema around 7 p.m.”
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I stared at my phone, confused. George had told me he had a late meeting at work tonight.
We have two kids, a boy and a girl, and our life is usually quite busy. Between George’s job and taking care of the kids, we rarely have time for dates, let alone double dates.
I texted Linda back, “What double date?”
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She replied almost instantly, “George didn’t tell you? He and Carter set it up. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun!”
My heart sank. George hadn’t mentioned anything about this. Why would he plan a double date without telling me? And who was supposed to watch the kids?
Determined to get to the bottom of this, I decided to head to the cinema. I quickly arranged for our neighbor to watch the kids for a couple of hours.
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As I got ready, I thought about our life. George and I have always been close, sharing everything about our days. Our kids keep us on our toes, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.
This sudden mystery about George’s plans felt strange and out of character.
I grabbed my phone, booked a cab, and headed out. A double date that I knew nothing about? It was time to find out what was really going on.
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When I arrived at Regal Cinema, my heart pounded. I paid the cab driver and walked toward the entrance. Just as I got there, I saw George walking in with a stylish woman on his arm.
My heart sank. Who was she, and why was George with her?
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I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. This wasn’t the time to jump to conclusions. I needed to see more.
I walked up to the ticket counter and asked, “Can I have two tickets for the movie my husband and that woman just bought?”
The ticket seller looked a bit puzzled but quickly handed me the tickets.
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“Enjoy your movie, I guess,” he said with a shrug.
“Thanks,” I replied, though I didn’t feel like smiling.
As I followed them, I saw George and the woman heading toward one of the theaters. I kept a safe distance behind them, making sure they didn’t notice me.
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The woman was laughing at something George said, and he was smiling back at her. My mind raced with questions and doubts. So you’re cheating on me, George, aren’t you?
As I made my way to the concession stand, I spotted Linda and her date, Carter. “Oh, you guys are already here?” I greeted them with a smile, and Linda’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Hey, hi! Where’s George?” she stammered, forcing a smile.
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“Funny you should ask,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “I believe he’s already inside with his date!”
Linda sighed, realizing I knew the truth. “Gina, I’m really sorry. I had no idea he was seeing someone else. Carter told me on the way,” she sighed.
“It’s not your fault, Linda,” I said. “You couldn’t have known.”
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We walked into the theater together, and I pointed out George and the stylish woman seated a few rows ahead.
We took our seats, and I tried to focus on the movie, but my mind was elsewhere.
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Midway through the film, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stood up and called out, “George! Fancy seeing you here! And who’s your lovely companion?”
The theater fell silent. George looked like he had seen a ghost, and the woman seemed completely bewildered.
“Honey, what are you doing here?” George stammered.
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“Oh, I was invited by Linda. You remember Linda, don’t you? Funny thing, she thought we were on a double date. Imagine my surprise when I found out you had other plans!”
Linda stood up, adding to the drama. “I had no idea! I thought George was bringing you, not some other woman.”
The stylish woman, now realizing what was happening, turned to George. “You told me you were single! Is this your wife?”
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I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anger and determination. “Yes, I am his wife. Or at least, I was. Consider this my official notice that I’m done with your lies and deceit, George. Enjoy your movie, everyone!”
With that, I walked out of the theater, my emotions a whirlwind. Linda quickly followed me.
“Gina, wait up!” Linda called out, catching up to me. “I’m so sorry. I–I ruined everything.”
“It’s okay, Linda. It’s not your fault,” I replied, trying to hold back tears.
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“Do you need a ride home?” Linda offered, concerned.
“Yes, please. I could use the company,” I admitted. “But wait, what about Carter?”
“I think he’ll want to be with George. Let’s get out of here,” Linda said, guiding me to her car.
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As we left the cinema, I felt a strange combination of empowerment and sadness. My marriage was over, but I was ready to face whatever came next. With friends like Linda by my side, I knew I’d be okay.
The next day at work, I walked into the office feeling a bit anxious.
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The story of what happened at the cinema spread like wildfire. But my coworkers, who had always seen me as the quiet, dependable one, now looked at me with newfound respect.
“Hey Gina, I heard what happened. You handled it like a champ,” said Sarah from accounting.
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“Thanks, Sarah. It wasn’t easy, but it needed to be done,” I replied, managing a small smile.
Throughout the day, I received similar comments from other colleagues. It felt strange to be the center of attention but also somewhat empowering. People who had never said much to me before were now reaching out with words of support.
George tried to contact me multiple times, but I ignored his calls and messages.
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Each time my phone buzzed, I felt a twinge of pain, but I knew I had to stay strong. I couldn’t let him pull me back into his web of lies.
Instead, I focused on rebuilding my life. I made a list of things I wanted to do — projects I had put off, hobbies I wanted to take up again, and ways to spend more quality time with my kids. They deserved a mother who was present and happy, not distracted by a broken marriage.
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At lunch, Linda called to check on me. “How are you holding up, Gina?”
“I’m doing okay, Linda. Thanks for being there last night. It meant a lot to me,” I said, grateful for her support.
“Anytime, Gina. You’re strong, and you’ll get through this. Just take it one day at a time,” she encouraged.
“I will,” I promised.
I knew I had made it through the tough time without falling apart.
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A few weeks later, I was busy preparing lunch when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. I opened it to find Veronica, the stylish woman from the cinema.
“Hi, Gina. I’m Veronica,” she began. “Can we talk? I had no idea George was married. I’m really sorry.”
Her sincerity struck me. “Sure, come on in,” I replied, curious about what she had to say.
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We sat in the living room, a pot of coffee between us. Veronica seemed nervous, but she took a deep breath and started talking.
“I found out everything about George a few days after it happened. I didn’t know he had kids. It crushed me. I can’t imagine how you must have felt,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears.
“I appreciate you coming here,” I said. “It’s been a tough few weeks, but I’ve had a lot of support.”
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We talked for hours, sharing our stories and our pain. Despite the awkward start, we found common ground in our mutual betrayal. Surprisingly, it felt good to talk to someone who truly understood what I had gone through.
“You know, this isn’t what I expected when I came here,” Veronica admitted with a sad smile. “But I’m glad we talked. It’s helped me find some closure.”
“Me too,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “It’s strange, but in a way, this has helped me heal.”
What would you have done?
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