Standing at the altar, Nathan eagerly waited for his fiancée, Jane, to walk down the aisle in the stunning white gown they had picked out together.
But he was horrified when she appeared in a long black dress and revealed why she didn’t wear her wedding gown.My wedding day was supposed to be one of the best days of my life, but what happened that day left a painful scar on my mind.
I never thought things would turn out to be this way.I met Jane through a mutual friend, and after a few dates, we became inseparable. She was the bubbly extrovert, always surrounded by friends, while I was the quiet, introverted type who avoided crowds.
But with her, things were different. I always wanted to be around her because she made me feel loved in ways I never knew existed.
She appreciated my company and never once made me think I was not worthy of her love.A few months into our relationship, I proposed. I was sure Jane was the one, and she said yes without hesitation, beaming at the ring I had picked out.
“I can’t believe you said yes,” I told her one day. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, Jane.” Honestly, I didn’t think I deserved someone as amazing as her.Our relationship got even stronger as days turned into weeks, and soon, we decided to tie the knot. Our families met, and everything went smoothly. We planned a small ceremony for the summer, where we would exchange vows surrounded by our closest family and friends.
It all seemed perfect, but fate had other plans.On our wedding day, I wore a tailored black suit and stood at the altar, eagerly waiting for Jane to walk down the aisle. I expected to see her in the beautiful white gown we’d chosen together just weeks before
. But she didn’t. Instead, she appeared in a long black dress with a matching veil. The kind of outfit you’d expect at a funeral. Why was she doing this? I thought. What was wrong with her?I could see her eyes burning with rage as she walked towards me.
Meanwhile, the guests stared at her with eyes wide open. Once she reached the altar, I gently took her hands and whispered, “Why are you wearing black? What’s going on?” “I’ll tell you after the ceremony,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. No expressions, just a blank face looking at me like I had committed the biggest sin of all time. “Wait!” I announced while holding up my hand.The church went dead silent. “Tell me. Tell me why you’re wearing black. Now,” I demanded, unaware that her next words would shatter my world.”
