I thought my wedding day would end with two simple words and a lifetime together. Instead, Daniel froze at the altar, leaving me to chase him down and demand the truth.
The moment the officiant asked my fiancé if he took me to be his wife, I expected him to smile, squeeze my hands, and say the two words we had been waiting almost three years to hear.
“I do.”
I had imagined Daniel saying those words so many times that I could almost hear them before he spoke.
Instead, Daniel stared at me as if he had just seen a ghost.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
At first, a few people laughed nervously.
I even smiled because I thought he was overwhelmed.
Daniel had cried during our rehearsal dinner the night before, so seeing him emotional at the altar didn’t seem strange.
I squeezed his fingers and whispered, “It’s okay.”
I meant it.
We had spent months planning that day, but I had never cared about perfection.
If Daniel stumbled over his vows or cried through the entire ceremony, I would have loved him for it.
But he pulled his hands away from mine.
That was when the laughter stopped.
A strange silence settled over the lawn.
We were standing beneath the wooden arch my father had spent two weekends building for us.
He had insisted on making it himself after I showed him a photo online.
Daniel had helped him stain the wood one Saturday afternoon, and I remembered watching them from the kitchen window, feeling ridiculously lucky.
Now that same arch felt like a frame around a disaster I didn’t understand.
Nearly 90 people were seated on the lawn behind me.
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