Casey couldn’t wait to marry Alex – until an anonymous text hours before her wedding changed everything.
I stood at the front of the room in my wedding dress and looked out at the excited faces of our friends and family. My hands were shaking, but not nearly as much as my insides quivered.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, instead, I knew it was the end of my dream relationship and everyone was going to witness it.
On the last night of my unwed life, I was with hanging out my best friends in a glitzy hotel room. My phone buzzed from across the room and I did a silly sashay with my glass in my hand to go and retrieve it.
“Phone is running hot tonight,” commented one of my bridesmaids.
But this text wasn’t like the other wishes of luck and love. This text took us all by surprise and changed everything in the heartbeat.
The message was a series of screenshots from a number I didn’t recognise. The accompanying message simply said, “I wouldn’t marry him. Will you?”
The screenshots were of conversations between my husband-to-be and another woman.
The texts were dated from months to only days before. My brain simply could not compute WTF was going on.
“This weekend. You and I. It is on, hot stuff. Bring your A game.”
“Your body is fucking incredible. And shit do you know how to use it. I wish my GF had half the skills you do.”
“I miss you so much. I can’t stop thinking about L, S, F’ing you. I’ve never had this kind of connection before.”
I walked down the aisle with leaden feet, my dream dress now just a costume. As he saw my face he knew this was not an ecstatic woman on her big day, but he had no idea what was coming. I arrived at the front of the room, took a big breath and I faced our friends, our parents and I told them the truth about Alex.
“There will be no wedding today,” I announced
“It seems Alex is not who I thought he was.”
A ripple of shock went through the crowd and Alex tried to grab my hands but I put down my flowers to reveal my phone in my hand. I read every single message she sent me. With each word, more colour left Alex’s face.
I let my weeping eyes rise and meet his, and he had not one thing to say.
He stalked out of the church with his best man trailing behind him. His family looked on, horrified.
I faced our guests once more
“I love all of you and as horrible as this is I’m glad you all are here. There will not be a wedding reception today, but instead, there will be a celebration of honesty, finding true love and following your heart even when it hurts.”
Original story appeared on Whimn
