The night before my wedding, I couldn\u2019t sleep, so I went downstairs for some aspirin, only to find my mother on her knees in front of my fianc\u00e9. But it wasn\u2019t desperation or tears that shook me to my core\u2014it was the chilling offer she made him.<\/p>\n
I always imagined the night before my wedding would be filled with excitement, maybe a little nervous energy, and happy anticipation. Instead, it became a nightmare.<\/p>\n
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I had tried everything \u2014 closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, even counting backward from a hundred. But my mind wouldn\u2019t shut off.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow, I would walk down the aisle. I should have been thrilled. Instead, a knot of anxiety sat heavy in my chest. My thoughts spun in a hundred different directions. What if something went wrong? What if I tripped? What if Zachary got cold feet?
\nI groaned and pressed my palms against my temples. A headache was creeping in. The last thing I needed was to feel sick on my wedding day.<\/p>\n
Aspirin. That\u2019s what I needed.<\/p>\n
I slipped out of bed and padded toward the door. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. I moved carefully, tiptoeing down the hall. My parents were light sleepers, and I didn\u2019t want to wake them.<\/p>\n
As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I heard something.<\/p>\n
Whispers.<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
A quiet, urgent voice. My mother\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026just listen to me, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
And then another voice. A deeper one. Zachary. What?<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened. He was supposed to be at his hotel, resting for the big day. Why was he here? Heart pounding, I stepped closer, pressing myself against the wall. I peeked around the corner into the dimly lit kitchen.<\/p>\n
My mother was on her knees. She wasn\u2019t crying or hysterical. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and her face was calm but pleading.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t show up at the ceremony tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath hitched.<\/p>\n
Zachary stood stiffly by the counter, his brow furrowed. His hands were clenched into fists.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d he muttered. \u201cWhy would you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll pay you,\u201d my mother cut in. \u201cTwenty thousand dollars. It\u2019ll be in your suit bag tomorrow morning. Just leave. Disappear from her life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood. My vision blurred.<\/p>\n
This couldn\u2019t be real.<\/p>\n
Zachary let out a bitter laugh. \u201cAre you serious?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s voice softened. \u201cShe loves you, but love isn\u2019t enough. She deserves more. A stable future. Comfort. You can\u2019t give her that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at her. \u201cAnd you think some rich old man can?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s lips pressed into a thin line. \u201cHe\u2019s successful. He can provide for her in ways you can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt like I was going to be sick. Zachary exhaled, rubbing his jaw. He was thinking about it.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
No, no, no.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really believe this is what\u2019s best for her?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n
My mother nodded. \u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence. Then, Zachary shrugged. \u201cFine. Deal.\u201d<\/p>\n
The air left my lungs.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
I turned and ran up the stairs, my body shaking, and collapsed onto our bed. My heart slammed against my ribs. He agreed. I wanted to scream, cry, throw something, but I couldn\u2019t move. The door creaked open.<\/p>\n
I stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane,\u201d Zachary\u2019s voice was soft.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t turn. I couldn\u2019t look at him. He sighed. The bed dipped as he sat beside me. For a moment, he said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then, his voice dropped to a whisper. \u201cI know you heard everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath hitched.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have every right to be upset,\u201d he said. \u201cBut before you lose your mind, I need you to trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whipped around, my eyes burning. \u201cTrust you? You just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving.\u201d
\nHis voice was firm. His eyes locked onto mine.<\/p>\n
I blinked. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving you, Diane.\u201d He leaned in. \u201cYour parents don\u2019t want me in your life. They want you to marry someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head. \u201cNo. That doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, it does.\u201d He exhaled sharply. \u201cThey\u2019ve been planning it. Your dad\u2019s business partner \u2014 some rich guy. They think he\u2019s a better \u2018match\u2019 for you. Your mom actually believes she\u2019s saving you from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n
It did make sense. All the little comments. The not-so-subtle hints. The way my mother always talked about financial security like it was more important than love.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey offered me $20,000 to disappear,\u201d Zachary continued. \u201cSo, I said yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I flinched.<\/p>\n
He smirked. \u201cBecause I\u2019m going to take their money. And then I\u2019m going to give them exactly what they asked for.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t show up at the wedding.\u201d His eyes gleamed. \u201cBut not because I\u2019m running away. Because you and I? We\u2019re leaving together.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught. He wasn\u2019t betraying me. He was playing them.<\/p>\n
I sat there, stunned. \u201cSo\u2026 what happens next?\u201d<\/p>\n
Zachary grinned. \u201cTomorrow, you get married.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed. \u201cBut you won\u2019t be there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNope.\u201d He squeezed my hand. \u201cBut you will.\u201d<\/p>\n
A slow smile spread across my lips. I nodded. \u201cLet\u2019s do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror in my wedding dress.<\/p>\n
It was perfect. A vision of white lace and soft fabric, hugging my body in all the right places. The dress of my dreams. But this wasn\u2019t my dream wedding. Not anymore.<\/p>\n
My mother knocked on the door. \u201cDiane, sweetheart, it\u2019s time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned, smiling. \u201cComing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She beamed, oblivious.<\/p>\n
I took one last deep breath and stepped out of the room. The church was packed. Rows and rows of people, all waiting to see me walk down the aisle.<\/p>\n
I clutched my bouquet, heart hammering. Zachary wasn\u2019t here, just like we planned.
\nI stepped forward, my father by my side. The music swelled. Every eye was on me. I reached the altar, but I didn\u2019t look at the empty space where Zachary should have been.<\/p>\n
I looked straight at my mother. She sat in the front pew, hands folded in her lap, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. I turned to the crowd and took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, where\u2019s fianc\u00e9 number two?\u201d I asked, tilting my head toward my parents.<\/p>\n
The church fell silent. My mother\u2019s smile vanished. Gasps rippled through the guests.<\/p>\n
My father cleared his throat. \u201cDiane, sweetheart, let\u2019s not\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no,\u201d I cut in. \u201cLet\u2019s. Let\u2019s talk about how my parents paid my fianc\u00e9 twenty grand to disappear.\u201d
\nA murmur spread through the room. Faces turned. Eyes widened.<\/p>\n
My mother paled. \u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let out a sharp laugh. \u201cReally? Zachary told me everything. About the money. About the rich old guy you wanted me to marry.\u201d<\/p>\n
The murmurs grew louder. My mother\u2019s mouth opened and closed. My father looked like he might pass out.
\n\u201cDid you really think I wouldn\u2019t find out?\u201d I asked. \u201cThat I\u2019d just go along with it?\u201d<\/p>\n
People were whispering now.<\/p>\n
Her parents tried to pay off the groom?<\/p>\n
They wanted to force her into an arranged marriage?<\/p>\n
What kind of people do that?
\nI turned back to my parents.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope you\u2019re happy,\u201d I said, voice steady. \u201cYou got exactly what you wanted. Zachary is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother exhaled in relief. But then I smiled.
\n\u201cAnd now?\u201d I said. \u201cSo am I.\u201d<\/p>\n
I dropped my bouquet, and walked out.<\/p>\n
Zachary was waiting outside, just like he promised.<\/p>\n
He stood beside his car, leaning casually against the door, dressed in his suit. The same suit he was supposed to be wearing at the altar. But there would be no wedding today \u2014 at least, not the one my parents had planned.<\/p>\n
His eyes found mine the second I stepped outside. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I just stood there, taking it all in. The crisp morning air. The hushed murmurs from inside the church. The realization that I had actually done it.
\nAnd then I ran.<\/p>\n
My dress billowed behind me as I sprinted toward him, my heart racing. I didn\u2019t care about the people watching. I didn\u2019t care about the gasps, the whispers, the scandal I had just created. All I cared about was him.<\/p>\n
Zachary caught me effortlessly, his arms strong around my waist as he spun me in a full circle.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did it,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
I pulled back just enough to look at him. \u201cWe did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He grinned. \u201cYou ready?\u201d<\/p>\n
I let out a breath. A deep, cleansing breath that carried away every ounce of fear, doubt, and expectation my parents had tried to force on me.<\/p>\n
I smiled. \u201cMore than ever.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the passenger door, and I slid inside. That\u2019s when I saw it.<\/p>\n
An envelope, sitting neatly on the seat.<\/p>\n
I picked it up, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled it open. Inside were crisp, freshly stacked bills \u2014 $20,000. I stared at it, then glanced at Zachary as he settled into the driver\u2019s seat. He threw me a smirk, one hand on the wheel, the other resting comfortably on the gear shift.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d he said, voice laced with amusement. \u201cAt least your parents bought us a nice honeymoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
As he pulled out onto the road, leaving behind the church, the wedding, and the life my parents had tried to trap me in, I realized something.<\/p>\n
I had never felt more free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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