About a week ago, my father-in-law really showed my husband that despite being married and having a son, he still had a lot to learn.

My husband, John, and I were gearing up for the long-awaited trip to his parents with our energetic two-year-old son, Ethan. John had been particularly stressed with work and kept going on about how much he needed a break.

“Claire, I can’t wait to finally relax,” John said as we packed our bags. “I just need some peace and quiet, you know?”

I smiled, though I was preoccupied with packing Ethan’s toys.

“I know, John. We all need a break. But it’ll be fun for Ethan to see his grandparents and be spoilt with their love for a bit.”

Little did I know, my husband had rather selfish plans in mind.

At the airport, I was busy wrangling our toddler and managing the luggage while still trying to open a container of applesauce for Ethan. John mysteriously vanished.

“What the heck?” I muttered to myself, thinking that he probably went to the bathroom before we boarded.

Later, I spotted him again at the gate, looking unusually calm.

“Where have you been?” I asked, balancing Ethan on my hip.

“Just taking care of something,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “And I needed to grab a pair of headphones.”

“Did you get me a pair?” I asked him.

“No,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d need one because you’d have to worry about Ethan.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Who was this man?

But that wasn’t all.

As we boarded, John handed me our boarding passes, with his looking different from ours.

“John, why do you have a business class ticket?” I asked, feeling crushed.

My husband shrugged nonchalantly.

“I can’t deal with you and the kid right now. I need some peace and quiet for once. We’re going to be dealing with a lot of family from this evening.”

I bit back my anger for the duration of the flight. I didn’t have any other option but the thought of John reclining with a glass of champagne while Ethan pulled on my hair and fussed throughout.

“Try patting him on the back,” the woman next to me suggested. “Maybe that will calm him down.”

I smiled at her, not wanting to growl because my son had driven my patience to almost nonexistent.

“Thank you,” I replied as Ethan reached out a sticky hand to swat the woman’s hair.

It was one of the longest flights of my life, and by the time we arrived, my frustration had morphed into cold fury.

Of course, John was oblivious to my mood as we headed to his parents’ place.

“It’s so wonderful to see you! How was the flight?” John’s mother, Amy, said, taking Ethan from my arms.

I forced a smile.

“It was fine, Mrs. Smith,” I said. “Ethan was a bit restless, but we managed.”

John’s father, Jacob, eyed us keenly.

“And you, John?” he asked. “How was your flight?”

John grinned, completely missing the tension that was filling up the room.

“Oh, it was fantastic! Business class is really something else. I see why everyone opts for it if they can.”

My father-in-law’s expression hardened slightly, but he remained silent.

The next day, we were all supposed to go out for a family dinner.

“It’s just tradition for us to go to the restaurant when family is over,” Amy said as she played with Ethan. “Dress warm, Claire, it’s been getting a nippy at night.”

Just as we were getting ready to leave, Mr. Smith called John into his study.

“John, your mother and I will take care of Claire and Ethan tonight. You, however, will stay here and prepare the house for the rest of the guests. Your brother will be here in the morning. The beds have to be made up,” Jacob said firmly.

My husband was taken aback.

“But it’s our family dinner, Dad,” John said. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“Tonight, you’ll understand what it feels like to be left behind,” Jacob continued.

John tried to argue, but Mr. Smith wouldn’t budge at all. We left for dinner, and John had no choice but to stay behind and sort the house out for the rest of his family.

When we returned, the house was spotless, and John was fuming but silent.

“Oh, but that’s not all,” Jacob said to me as I headed upstairs to put Ethan down later that night.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.

“You’ll see tomorrow,” he said, smiling, as he walked to his bedroom.

The next morning, as we sat down to breakfast, my father-in-law sat John down with a detailed list of chores that he needed to do.

“Cleaning the garage? Really, Dad? And fixing the fence? Mowing the lawn?” John complained. “Why are you doing this? Usually, you hire people for this.”

Mr. Smith’s gaze was unwavering.

“You need to learn the value of family and hard work. You don’t get to escape your responsibilities because you feel like it or because there’s an easy way out. You will spend the rest of the week making up for what you did to Claire and Ethan.”

John looked shocked, finally realizing that his business class escape came with consequences.

He spent the rest of the week maintaining the entire property. And each evening, his work was checked by his father, ensuring that it was done right.

“I am exhausted,” he said one evening as he flopped onto the bed. “And I really wanted to go strawberry picking with you, Ethan, and my mom today. But I had to paint the fence.”

I almost felt sorry for him. But not enough to take the bait. I knew that during his time cleaning and mending around the house, he had plenty of time to reflect on his actions.

The day before we were set to leave, my husband came to me, his eyes filled with remorse.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” he said quietly. “I understand now how hard it is and how much I took you for granted.”

“It’s not just about understanding, John. It’s about being there, every step of the way,” I said, folding our clothes.

He promised to be better, and I believed that he was sincere.

But it seemed that my father-in-law had one more card to play.

“Your business class ticket for the return flight has been canceled and exchanged for an economy seat. But Claire and Ethan will travel in business class. You can manage on your own this time, John,” he said.

My husband’s face dropped as he realized the implications of his father’s swap. He tried to protest, but Mr. Smith was adamant, stressing that John needed to understand the value of family and empathy through firsthand experience.

“I’m so sorry,” John said when we got to the airport. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I just wanted a moment of peace. Work has been a lot.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, holding onto Ethan. “But things have to change when we get home. Okay, John?”

He nodded slowly and kissed my forehead before we had to separate and board the flight.

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Am I Wrong for Spending My Son’s University Fund on a Trip to Europe?

Imagine losing your everything, then defying the world to honor their memory. That’s where this story starts. My son, a dream tragically shattered, and a trip to Europe that took an unexpected turn — a turn that revealed the true depths of grief and love. Let me tell you about it.

My son, Lucas, has always been a brilliant kid — way smarter than me. I used to joke about getting a paternity test because he was so intelligent. Ever since he was little, Lucas had this spark, this insatiable curiosity that set him apart.

I set up an education fund for him, which he could use for anything as long as he pursued post-secondary education. That fund was my way of ensuring he had every opportunity to chase his dreams, whatever they might be.

Lucas was around 12 when Lisa and I divorced. It wasn’t an easy time for us, but we managed to keep things amicable for Lucas’ sake. Lisa remarried when Lucas was 14. Her new husband, Matt, seemed like a decent guy, and Lucas got along with him well enough.

I found love again too, and remarried Melissa when Lucas turned 16. She was great with Lucas, always supportive and kind, which made the transition smoother. Despite the changes in our family dynamics, Lucas and I stayed close. We had this running joke about his education fund.

I always told him, “You know, Lucas, if you decide not to go to university, I could use that money to travel to Europe and have the time of my life.”

He’d laugh and play along, never letting me get under his skin. “Don’t worry, Dad,” he’d say, “I’ll make sure you get to Europe someday, even if it’s with my degree money.”

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Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. That smug look on his face when he told me he had “found someone else.” As if it were just that easy. As if our years together didn’t matter.

My ex had a special talent for making me feel small like everything that went wrong was my fault. Every inch of my apartment was a reminder of that pain. I was suffocating.

I needed out. Anywhere but here. So when Joanna called, it was like a lifeline.

“Come stay with me at the lake house,” she said.

I didn’t even hesitate. It was perfect.

***

So, the next day, I packed whatever I could shove into a suitcase and hit the road. The lake stretched out like a giant mirror. The trees swayed like they were in on some peaceful secret, and the air… It didn’t smell like heartbreak. It smelled like pine and fresh chances.

I stood on the porch, taking it all in.

“Liv!” Joanna came out, waving, and pulled me into one of her too-tight hugs.

“You look like you’ve seen better days.”

“Gee, thanks,” I chuckled, pretending to be offended.

She grinned. “Come on, inside. I made your favorite.”

I rolled my eyes. “You mean wine?”

She winked. “You know me too well.”

For the first time in forever, I felt like maybe things could be okay. We spent hours talking, mostly about nonsense—our shared hatred of running and how weird it is that people voluntarily wake up early to do it. It was like no time had passed since we last hung out.

And then came the footsteps.

I turned, and there he was. Seth. I hadn’t seen Joanna’s brother in years, but wow, time had been kind. He smiled, and it was one of those smiles that made you forget how words work.

“Hey,” Seth said, his voice relaxed, like he hadn’t just thrown my whole sense of peace out the window.

“Hi,” I managed.

Real smooth, Olivia.

“Joanna said you’d be staying.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

Joanna shot him a look. “She’s not here to be bothered, Seth.”

“Who said I was bothering?” Seth held his hands up in surrender, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m fine,” I blurted, feeling like a teenager again. “Really. Not bothered.”

“Alright, well, I’ll see you around.”

As he walked away, Joanna elbowed me. “He’s single, you know.”

I groaned. “Oh no, we are not doing this.”

She laughed, pouring me another glass of wine. “Just keep an open mind. That’s all I’m saying.”

I glanced toward the door where Seth had just disappeared. My heart did a weird little flip.

“I came here to escape, not to… complicate things.”

“Complications make life interesting,” Joanna sang.

I raised my glass. “Here’s to hoping you’re wrong.”

But deep down, I knew she wasn’t.

***

The first few days were relaxing. We used to sit outside in the evenings, the three of us just talking about life, laughing over silly memories, and I found myself enjoying the simplicity of it all.

Seth didn’t try too hard to be charming. He was just… himself. Laid-back, calm, always sprinkling in a “you know” whenever he spoke, which I found oddly comforting.

I noticed he was close to Joanna. They had this natural sibling bond, teasing each other about little things, but there was a lot of care between them.

One evening, after we’d finished dinner, Seth leaned back in his chair and looked over at me.

“Hey, what do you think about grabbing dinner tomorrow? Just you and me?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Dinner? Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, just figured we’ve been hanging out here, why not go out for a change?”

I glanced over at Joanna, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing, clearly amused by her brother’s sudden offer.

“Uh, yeah. Sure, why not?” I finally answered, feeling a bit out of my depth.

“Great,” Seth said, getting up like he’d just suggested we grab a coffee, not go on a date. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

As he walked away, I looked over at Joanna, who was grinning.

“What?” I asked, feeling my cheeks warm.

“Nothing,” she said, still smirking. “Just… Seth doesn’t ask people out on dates. This is new.”

I frowned. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

She laughed, shaking her head.

“Relax, Liv. He likes you. That’s a good thing.”

“Maybe,” I mumbled, but as I sat there, I couldn’t help wondering if I’d just agreed to something that might be way more complicated than I was ready for.

***

We were sitting in the restaurant, and at first, everything seemed perfect. The food was great, the ambiance was warm, and Seth was his usual laid-back self.

We laughed and talked about everything and nothing, and I started to feel a little more comfortable around him. But then, his phone buzzed.

He brushed it off at first, but it buzzed again. And again.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back,” he said, standing up and heading outside.

What’s so important that it can’t wait?

I tried to enjoy my meal, but my eyes kept drifting to the door. When he came back, he smiled like nothing had happened.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just some work stuff,” he said casually.

But then it happened again. Halfway through our dessert, his phone buzzed, and once again, he excused himself.

That time, I couldn’t sit still. I got up, quietly following him outside. I saw Seth standing with another woman, deep in conversation.

Who is she?

They noticed me. Seth looked startled.

“Oh, Olivia, this is Lauren.” He paused.

“My ex-wife.”

I didn’t know what to say. Lauren smiled, acting all friendly.

“Why don’t you both come to dinner tomorrow?” she said.

Before I could even think to refuse, Seth… agreed! Later, he tried to reassure me.

“It’s nothing. It’s been over for a long time. Dinner sounds good,” Seth said, his smile calm and reassuring.

I was taken aback!

Dinner with his ex? Really?

But I didn’t have a solid reason to say no. He seemed so casual about it like it was no big deal, and I didn’t want to come off as insecure or jealous.

***

Dinner with Seth and Lauren was uncomfortable from the start. Lauren wasted no time in making herself at home, sitting way too close to Seth for my liking.

“So, remember when we took that trip to the beach?” Lauren started, her voice dripping with nostalgia. “We were such a perfect couple back then. Everyone thought we’d last forever.”

She laughed, leaning closer to Seth. I shifted in my seat, trying to keep calm.

She was trying to get under my skin, and I didn’t want to let her succeed. Seth barely responded, giving her polite, short answers.

“Yeah, that was a long time ago,” he said, sounding almost bored.

But I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my chair back and stood up.

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” I muttered, not waiting for a response.

What am I even doing here?

Outside, the cool night air helped a little. Everything felt so complicated, and I didn’t know how to handle it.

Suddenly, a small voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Are you here with my daddy?”

I turned and saw a little girl, her eyes sleepy as she rubbed them. My heart stopped.

Daddy?

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Seth had a daughter.

“Oh… um, yes, I’m here with your daddy.”

The little girl looked up at me, her innocence disarming.

“Let’s find him.”

“Of course, sweetie. Let’s go find him.”

When I brought her to Seth, he immediately scooped her up.

“Hey, pumpkin. Time for bed?”

He smiled at her in a way I hadn’t seen all evening.

“I’ll be right back,” he said to me, carrying her off to tuck her in.

He has a daughter? How did I not know this?

When Seth left, Lauren wasted no time in making her move. She stepped closer to me.

“You don’t belong here, you know.”

I blinked, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“Seth and I… we have history. And a family. He always comes back to us. This is just a phase. You should leave before you get hurt.”

I’m Hanna Stone, and I need to share what happened this past weekend. A few weeks ago, my husband, Jack, and I planned a family fishing trip to reconnect. Jack works so much that we hardly see him anymore, and our youngest is a 5-month-old breastfed baby. Considering how little time we get together, the goal of the trip was to spend quality time together as a family.

We set out on Friday morning to get our boat and head to our camp for the weekend. Everything was going fine until about 40 minutes into the drive. Jack got a call and started saying things like, “Yeah, I will be there soon” and “What did you bring?” When he got off the phone, I asked, “Who was that?”

“It was Heath,” he replied casually.

“Who’s Heath?”

Jack looked at me. “He’s a coworker of mine.”

I felt a knot in my stomach. “You invited him to our family trip without telling me?”

Jack shrugged like it was no big deal. “Yeah, I didn’t think it would matter. Heath wanted to see the boat and hang out.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Jack, this trip was supposed to be for us to reconnect as a family. I don’t want to spend the weekend nursing our baby and watching the kids around a stranger while you socialize with your buddy.”

Jack tried to reassure me. “It won’t be like that. I told Heath this trip was for the kids, and I’d be spending time with them. He’s just tagging along.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “No, Jack. I know how this will go. Did he bring beer?”

Jack looked away, confirming my suspicion. “Yeah, but it’s not like he’s going to get wasted. It’s just a few beers.”

I cut him off. “Turn the car around. Take us back home.”

Jack was stunned. “Why? We’re already on the way.”

I insisted. “I’m not going to spend the weekend feeling awkward and alone while you have fun with Heath. Take us back home now.”

Reluctantly, Jack turned the car around and drove us back. He was visibly upset, but I didn’t care. This trip was supposed to be about our family, not his coworker.

When we got home, Jack was still fuming. “I can’t believe you’re making such a big deal out of this, Hanna. It was just Heath.”

I glared at him. “Jack, we talked about this trip in detail. It was meant for our family to reconnect. How could you think inviting a coworker would be okay?”

Jack threw up his hands. “I see Heath every day at work. I just thought it would be nice to hang out outside of the office.”

I shook my head. “And you didn’t think about how awkward it would be for me? Nursing our baby in front of a stranger, watching over all the kids while you guys have fun? No, Jack. This was a family trip, not a social hour.”

Jack tried to defend himself. “Heath knows the trip is for the kids. He wouldn’t get in the way.”

I crossed my arms. “I don’t believe that for a second. You said he brought beer. I know exactly how this would go. You two would be hanging out while I did all the work.”

Jack sighed. “Fine, what do you want me to do?”

I took a deep breath. “I want you to go on this trip by yourself. I’m taking the kids somewhere else.”

Jack looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m going to rent an Airbnb by the lake for the weekend. The kids and I will have our own trip,” I said with a smile.

Jack was speechless but left the house to go on the trip with Heath. I packed up the kids, rented an Airbnb, and left a text for Jack letting him know about our plans.

With a clear plan in mind, I packed up the kids and rented an Airbnb by the lake for the weekend. Before we left, I sent Jack a text: “Taking the kids on our own trip for the weekend. We’ll be at the lake. No cell reception, so don’t worry if you can’t reach us.”

As I drove away, I felt angry but satisfied with my actions. Jack wanted a weekend with his buddy? Fine. The kids and I were going to have our own adventure.

The Airbnb was perfect. It was a cozy cabin right by the water. The kids were excited, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. We spent the weekend fishing, swimming, and even visiting a nearby amusement park. The kids had a blast, and I enjoyed every moment with them, free from the stress of dealing with an unexpected guest.

Because there was no cell service, I didn’t hear from Jack at all. It was a refreshing break that allowed me to fully focus on my children and our time together. We laughed, played, and made wonderful memories.

On Sunday morning, we packed up and headed home. I felt a sense of calm knowing I had made the right decision for myself and my kids. When we pulled into the driveway, I saw Jack waiting for us, looking furious.

Jack stormed up to the car as soon as we parked. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.

I calmly got out and started unbuckling the kids. “I told you, Jack. We went to the lake for the weekend. I sent you a text.”

Jack was fuming. “I came back home Friday evening to spend the rest of the weekend with you, but you were gone! I couldn’t contact you at all!”

I looked him in the eye. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had stuck to the original plan, Jack. You made this trip about you and Heath, not about our family.”

Jack ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I only stayed out with Heath until 5 P.M. on Friday. I came back to spend time with you and the kids. But you had already left! You couldn’t have waited?”

I shook my head. “Jack, I needed to make a point. This trip was supposed to be about us as a family. Instead, you decided to bring a stranger along, making it uncomfortable and awkward for me. I didn’t want to spend my weekend like that.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” my dad asked, his warm hand resting on my shoulder as I adjusted my veil in the mirror.

“I’ve been ready my whole life, Dad,” I said with a grin. My hands were steady, but my heart raced with excitement.

I wasn’t the kind of girl who dreamed of fairy tales, but I’d always wanted this day—a day full of love, laughter, and family. And now it was happening. Everything was perfect, down to the last detail, just like I’d planned.

I’d spent months picking out flowers, choosing the right colors, and making sure everyone knew their place. My mom used to say I was a bit of a control freak, but it made me feel safe, knowing things were in order.

“You look beautiful,” my dad added, a bit choked up.

“Don’t start crying yet,” I teased. “We still have to make it down the aisle.”

I couldn’t wait to walk down that aisle and see Jacob—my soon-to-be husband. He wasn’t like me. He never overthought things. Jacob was calm and funny, always ready to make me laugh when I got too serious. That’s what I loved most about him.

Jacob and I met four years ago at a mutual friend’s party. I had been sitting in the corner, avoiding small talk, and he walked up to me with a big smile.

“You look like you’re having a blast,” he said, holding a drink in each hand.

“I hate parties,” I admitted.

“Me too,” he laughed, even though he was clearly having a great time.

That was Jacob—easygoing, with a knack for making the best of every situation. We started talking, and it didn’t take long before I was laughing too. That night changed everything for me.

We were opposites in many ways, but we just fit. I liked order; he loved spontaneity. I had my life planned out; he preferred to go with the flow. But somehow, it worked.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” my best friend Kate had said during the bachelorette party. “You used to say you didn’t believe in all this wedding stuff.”

“I didn’t,” I replied, thinking of Jacob. “But then I met him.”

Jacob had his own set of friends—guys he’d known since grade school. They were a loud, rowdy bunch, always playing jokes on each other. Sometimes they drove me nuts, but Jacob loved them, and I knew they meant the world to him.

His best man, Derek, was always the ringleader, coming up with crazy pranks and schemes. The guys called themselves the “bachelor club,” like they were stuck in high school.

“They’ll grow up one day,” Jacob always said with a grin.

But even though they were immature at times, Jacob was different when he was with me. He wasn’t just a prankster—he was thoughtful and kind, always finding little ways to make me smile. He’d leave me notes, cook dinner when I was tired, and listen to my endless wedding planning without complaint.

“That’s what you’re supposed to do when you love someone,” he once told me, shrugging like it was the easiest thing in the world.

The day had finally arrived, and the sun was shining. It was perfect. As I stood there, ready to marry the love of my life, I took a deep breath. My father was by my side, my family and friends were all waiting outside, and Jacob… well, he was probably cracking jokes with his friends, trying to calm his nerves.

“You ready?” Dad asked again, sensing my excitement.

“I’ve never been more ready,” I replied.

With one last look in the mirror, I smiled. Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. I wasn’t nervous, just eager to see Jacob standing at the end of that aisle, waiting for me.

And then we stepped outside.

The ceremony was going perfectly. The soft hum of music filled the air as Jacob and I stood facing each other, hands intertwined. He was smiling at me, and I could feel the warmth of his love radiating in that moment. My heart swelled with joy, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. We were about to exchange our vows, the most important words of our lives.

But just as I opened my mouth to speak, something strange caught my eye. From the back of the venue, a group of people appeared. They were walking slowly, carrying something heavy. At first, I thought it was a joke—someone bringing in a last-minute wedding gift. But as they got closer, I saw what they were carrying. A coffin.

My stomach dropped. I blinked, hoping I was imagining things, but no—there it was. A real, wooden coffin, with a giant red bow on top.

“What the…?” I whispered to myself, barely able to process it. This couldn’t be happening.

The guests, who had been smiling and laughing just moments before, fell silent. The music seemed to fade into the background as all eyes turned to the approaching coffin. Confusion rippled through the crowd. My pulse raced. I looked over at Jacob, expecting him to react, but he just stood there, wide-eyed like everyone else.

“What is this?” I thought, panic building in my chest. “Is it a prank? Something gone horribly wrong?” I glanced around, looking for some kind of answer, but nobody seemed to know what was happening. My head was spinning, and I felt lightheaded, like I might faint.

The group of men carrying the coffin came closer. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my knees trembling. I clutched Jacob’s hand tightly, but even he seemed too shocked to move.

They walked right up to the altar and set the coffin down at our feet. I could barely breathe.

Then, one of Jacob’s friends—Derek, the best man—stepped forward. Of course, it was him. If anyone was behind something as insane as this, it had to be Derek. He reached for the lid of the coffin, his hand moving slowly, as if he was deliberately building suspense.

“Derek, what the hell is going on?” I finally managed to say, my voice shaky.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he smiled—a big, goofy grin—and lifted the lid.

I gasped. Inside the coffin wasn’t what I feared. No grim surprise or morbid joke. Instead, lying there was a large framed portrait of Jacob, with a huge gift bow wrapped around it like he was some kind of present.

For a second, I was too stunned to react. My brain struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. Then, from behind the coffin, the rest of Jacob’s friends jumped out, shouting, “Surprise!!!”

I just stood there, frozen, trying to process it all. My mind went from panic to confusion to… realization. Slowly, it dawned on me: this was all a prank. A ridiculous, over-the-top prank pulled by Jacob’s friends. The coffin, the portrait—everything. They were symbolizing that Jacob was “dead” to them now that he was getting married.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, still in shock.

Derek burst out laughing, clearly pleased with himself. “He’s a married man now! He’s gone forever!” he shouted, pointing at Jacob’s picture. The rest of the guys were laughing, too, slapping each other on the back like they’d just pulled off the greatest prank of all time.

I turned to look at Jacob, who was now grinning sheepishly. “I had no idea,” he said quickly, holding up his hands like he was innocent in all of this. “I swear, I didn’t know they were planning this.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to strangle Derek for pulling something so outrageous in the middle of my wedding. But then… the absurdity of it all hit me. Jacob’s friends were always pulling stunts like this. It was their way of showing they cared. And, honestly, it was kind of funny.

I never really believed in fate. To me, life was always a series of random events. Things just happened, and that was that.

But I didn’t expect to feel the full weight of how life can twist and turn until the day I realized I was the reason Linda’s father was dead.

Suddenly, fate didn’t feel like just a concept anymore. It felt like a noose tightening around my neck.

Let me explain.

I’m thirty years old, engaged to the love of my life, Linda, and we’ve been knee-deep in wedding planning for months. We met two years ago in New York City, both of us hustling through the chaos of our careers, and it wasn’t long before we were inseparable.

Linda is everything I’ve ever wanted—smart, kind, and beautiful—and I couldn’t wait to marry her. But, as we planned our future, I had no idea that my past would catch up with me in the most gut-wrenching way.

Linda had always been close to her mother, Veronica.

They’d talk on the phone nearly every day, and occasionally, her mom would come to visit us in New York.

I knew about Linda’s father, Leonard, and how he had passed away when she was just a little girl. It was a subject Linda rarely talked about, and I never pushed. All I knew was that he had died in a car accident when she was about ten, and they never really got the chance to say goodbye.

A few months before the wedding, Linda and I decided to visit her childhood home in Phoenix. She wanted to show me where she grew up, introduce me properly to her mom on her own turf, and ask for something special.

Linda wanted her mother’s wedding veil to wear on our big day.

I thought it was a sweet gesture, and I was excited to meet Veronica again in her own space, away from the brief visits to New York.

The day we arrived, the sun was brutal. The Phoenix heat beating down on us as we drove through the suburban streets. Linda’s family home was quaint, tucked into a quiet neighborhood.

When we walked through the front door, Veronica greeted us with open arms.

“My babies!” she said, throwing her arms around us both. “I couldn’t wait to see you both again.”

“Cole’s been wondering what you’ve cooked, Mom,” Linda laughed as she kicked off her shoes.

“I made your favorite, son,” Veronica said. “My special chili!”

That alone was worth the trip.

After dinner, we sat around the living room, laughing and looking through old photo albums. Veronica pulled out pictures of Linda as a child, grinning in her school uniform or with wild hair during her “rebellious phase.”

“Jeez, Mom,” Linda groaned. “Why do you still have all those embarrassing photos?”

“So that I can embarrass you, duh!” Veronica laughed. “It’s a mom’s job.”

We all laughed at the photos, teasing Linda about her questionable hairstyles.

It was all fun and lighthearted, until I turned a page, and my blood ran cold.

I stared at a picture of Linda with her father. The room seemed to close in around me. I recognized his face instantly, even though I had never connected the dots before.

The beer bottle in my hand started to shake, and I realized the truth in that one paralyzing moment.

I had killed her father. Linda’s father.

Without thinking, I blurted it out.

“I’m so sorry to say this, but I’m the reason your father is dead. Linda, I killed him.”

Linda’s laughter died on her lips. Her face shifted from confusion to disbelief, her eyes searching mine as if waiting for me to take it back.

“What do you mean, Cole?” she asked, her voice a whisper. “My father died over twenty years ago. How could you be the reason for his death?”

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with guilt and fear.

“Do you remember I told you that my family lived in Phoenix for about a year when I was ten?”

Linda and her mother nodded slowly, their expressions wary, like they knew the biggest shock of our lives was coming.

I took a deep breath.

“One afternoon, I was riding my bike. I loved riding before dinner. Just a few blocks back and forth, you know? But that day, the sun was so bright, and I wasn’t paying attention. I swerved into the wrong lane. There was a car coming. The driver… he swerved to avoid hitting me. He lost control and crashed into a tree.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at either of them.

My gaze was fixed on the photo in front of me.

“I remember seeing the crash from where I stood. I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat on the curb and watched as the paramedics arrived. I didn’t know who he was, but I saw the article in the newspaper the next day. It was the man in this photo. Your father. Linda, he died while saving me.”

Veronica’s hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. The silence that followed was suffocating.

“I didn’t know,” I whispered. “I didn’t know he was your dad, Linda. Not until I saw this photo tonight.”

The weight of the truth pressed down on me like a thousand bricks.

“I understand if you want to call off the wedding,” I said. “I’d do anything for you, Linda. Even if it means letting you walk away. What I did… it’s unforgivable.”

Linda stared at me, her face completely unreadable. I expected her to shout, to cry, to tell me to leave and never come back. But instead, she reached for my beer bottle, took a swig, and set it down.

“I think it’s fate that we met, Cole,” she said softly, reaching for my hand.

“And I think my dad saved you for a reason. You were a child, Cole. You didn’t know. And I can’t blame you for that. I can’t blame my father for wanting to protect you, either. He did what any father would do. And… I forgive you.”

Her words hit me like a wave.

I stood up, needing to catch my breath. Linda stood up too and wrapped her arms around me tightly.

That’s when I broke down, silent tears streaming down my face as I held her close.

Veronica stood up too, joining the hug. I didn’t know if she’d ever forgive me, but in that moment, she embraced me just the same.

It’s been a week since the truth came out, and I’m sitting on the porch, writing my vows. I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of closure. I’ll never forget what happened, but I’ve been given a second chance.

“Cole, you’re my favorite person in the entire world,” Linda said to me. “Nothing is going to change that, I promise you.”

“Well, if you could forgive such a big thing… Linda, I’ll forever make it up to you,” I said, not quite sure of what to say.

Now, it’s the evening before the wedding, and everything feels heavier than I expected. The excitement of planning, choosing the right flowers, and tasting cake samples has been replaced with this oppressive weight in my chest.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed in our hotel room, my tie undone, staring at the floor. Linda’s across from me, fixing her makeup in the mirror as we get ready for the rehearsal dinner.

My goodness, she’s beautiful, I thought.

I couldn’t help but feel the familiar guilt creeping back in.

“Linda,” I said softly, breaking the quiet.

She met my eye in the mirror, pausing for a moment before turning around to face me.

“What is it?” she asked gently, sensing my unease.

“I just… I keep thinking about tomorrow,” I confessed. “About how your dad’s not going to be there. You should have him walking down the aisle, and… I’m the reason that you won’t.”

Linda stood up and walked over to me. She sat down on the bed and grabbed my hand.

“Darling, we’ve been over this,” she said. “You didn’t take my father away from me. He saved you. He saved you for me. That’s the kind of man he was. He would have protected any child that day.”

I shook my head, my throat tightening.

“But it should have been him walking with you tomorrow. I took that moment away.”

“I’ve had years to come to terms with my dad being gone,” she said. “Do I wish he could be there tomorrow? Of course. But I also believe that in some way, he will be. He’s a part of our story now, Cole. Because of what he did for you, and because we found each other.”