On her wedding day, Emily, filled with nervous anticipation, found unexpected comfort in Michael, the kind actor she hired to walk her down the aisle. Their bond, forged through shared stories and rehearsals, brought a sense of family and love she had long missed.
Emily sat in her cozy apartment, the soft light of evening casting a warm glow. Her fingers trembled as she dialed her father’s number. She hadn’t spoken to Richard in months. Their last conversation had been brief and awkward. She took a deep breath, feeling the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.
Nervous Emily | Source: Midjourney
As the phone rang, Emily’s mind drifted back to her childhood. Richard had been her hero. He used to scoop her up in his strong arms and spin her around until she giggled uncontrollably. He was there for every scraped knee and bedtime story.
She recalled how Richard would tuck her in and read her favorite book, his voice comforting and warm. “You’re my little princess,” he’d say, kissing her forehead. She felt safe and loved.
Richard reads a book to young Emily | Source: Midjourney
But everything changed when Emily turned ten. Richard met someone else, and suddenly, he left her and her mother, Susan, for another woman and her two children.
Susan was left to pick up the pieces. She worked tirelessly to provide for Emily. “Mom, where’s Dad?” Emily would ask, sitting by the window, hoping to see his car pull into the driveway. But it rarely did.
When Richard did visit, it was fleeting and filled with awkward silences. Emily missed her dad’s laughter, his presence. She felt abandoned.
Emily waited for her Dad for hours | Source: Midjourney
As years passed, Emily watched from a distance as her father built a new life with his second wife and her two children. They became his priority, receiving the love and attention Emily had once known. She saw photos of family vacations, birthday parties, and graduations, all without her.
Richard would occasionally send a card or a gift, but it felt obligatory, lacking any real sentiment. The final blow came when Richard refused to support Emily’s college education, citing financial constraints. Yet, he funded lavish vacations and private school tuition for his stepchildren.
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“Congratulations on graduating with honors,” Susan said, tears of pride in her eyes. Emily had relied on scholarships and part-time jobs to achieve her dream. Her heart hardened by her father’s neglect, she vowed to succeed without him.
“Dad, it’s Emily,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Emily,” Richard replied, his tone cold and impatient. “What do you want?”
Emily swallowed hard. “I’m getting married, Dad. I was hoping you could walk me down the aisle.”
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There was a long pause. “Emily, I can’t do that. Lily, my stepdaughter, has already asked me to walk her down the aisle when she gets married. I promised her it would be something special, just between us.”
Emily felt her heart shatter. “But, Dad, I’m your daughter too,” she said, her voice cracking.
“I’m sorry, Emily. I can’t make exceptions. You understand,” Richard said.
The call ended, leaving Emily in a state of shock and humiliation. She sat there, the rejection echoing in her mind. She had been so hopeful, and now, she felt utterly defeated.
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Later that evening, Emily met her best friend, Jessica, at their favorite café. As she recounted the painful conversation with her father, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“That’s just awful, Em,” Jessica said, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “But you don’t need him to make your day special.”
“But what am I going to do?” Emily asked, her voice choked with emotion. “John’s parents will be there. I told them I’d ask my father. It’s embarrassing. I can’t walk down the aisle alone.”
Emily talks to Jessica | Source: Midjourney
“Why don’t you hire someone to walk you down the aisle?” Jessica proposed, her eyes bright with excitement.
Emily blinked, stunned. “Hire someone? That sounds crazy, Jess.”
“Think about it,” Jessica urged. “You could find someone who would genuinely care, at least for the day. You deserve to feel special, Em.”
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Emily sighed, considering the idea. It did sound crazy, but also kind of…possible. “I guess it could work,” she said slowly. “How do I even start looking?”
Jessica smiled, pulling out her phone. “Leave it to me.”
A week later, Emily found herself in a small café, nervously waiting for her potential “father.” The agency had recommended Michael, a kind and charismatic actor in his fifties.
“Hi, you must be Emily,” Michael said, extending his hand with a warm smile.
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“Yes, that’s me,” Emily replied, shaking his hand. “Thank you for meeting me.”
They sat down, and Emily explained her situation. “I just want someone who will make me feel loved and supported on my wedding day,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Michael listened intently. “I promise, Emily, I will be that person for you.”
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As the wedding day approached, Emily and Michael rehearsed together frequently. They spent hours practicing the walk, ensuring everything would be perfect. But these rehearsals became more than just practice; they were opportunities to connect on a deeper level. They shared personal stories, slowly creating a sense of trust and connection that Emily had longed for.
“My dad used to take me to the park every Sunday,” Emily shared one day, her eyes glistening with nostalgia. “We’d play catch and have ice cream. Those were some of my happiest moments.”
Emily walks with Michael | Source: Midjourney
Michael listened intently, nodding with a warm smile. “Sounds like fun. My daughter and I used to do the same,” he said. “We had a favorite ice cream truck that we’d always go to after playing.”
Emily laughed, the sound light and free. “Those are the memories that stick with you,” she said, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Michael.
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They laughed and talked, their bond growing stronger with each rehearsal. Emily felt a warmth and comfort she hadn’t known in years. Michael’s presence was reassuring, filling a void she hadn’t realized was so deep. Through their shared stories and mutual understanding, Emily began to feel a sense of family once again.
The big day arrived, bathed in soft sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows of the church. Emily stood at the entrance, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
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The soft murmur of guests seated inside barely reached her ears as she tried to steady her breath. Michael, standing beside her in a well-tailored suit, took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You look beautiful, Emily,” he said, his eyes filled with warmth and genuine admiration.
“Thank you, Michael,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of nerves and gratitude. She felt a wave of affection for this man who had stepped into a role she never imagined needing to fill.
Michael leads Emily down the aisle | Source: Midjourney
As they began their walk down the aisle, the organ playing softly in the background, Emily felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and happiness. Each step she took with Michael beside her seemed to erase the years of pain and longing. For the first time in years, she felt truly cherished and supported.
The ceremony was beautiful, a perfect blend of heartfelt vows and joyful tears. Everyone commented on the touching moment between Emily and her “father,” seeing the genuine bond they had formed. It was a day Emily would remember forever, not just for her marriage to John, but for the sense of family she had found in the most unexpected place.
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At the reception, Emily noticed her mother, Susan, talking to Michael. They seemed to be getting along well.
“Your mom is wonderful,” Michael said to Emily later. “We have so much in common.”
Susan and Michael’s conversations were filled with shared interests and experiences. They laughed and talked, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.
Michael talks to Susan | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few months, Susan and Michael’s relationship blossomed. They spent time together, discovering more about each other and enjoying each other’s company.
One evening, Michael proposed to Susan in a small, intimate gathering at Emily’s apartment. “Will you marry me, Susan?” he asked, holding out a simple yet elegant ring.
Susan’s eyes filled with tears of joy. “Yes, Michael, I will.”
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The wedding plans began, and Emily was asked to walk Michael down the aisle. As she took his arm on that special day, she felt a profound sense of closure and fulfillment. The man who had been hired to play a role had become a real father figure.
During the ceremony, Michael looked at Emily with a mixture of pride and gratitude. “Thank you for bringing me into your lives,” he whispered.
Emily smiled, her heart swelling with love. “Thank you for being the father I always needed.”
Emily walks Michael down the aisle | Source: Midjourney
As Susan and Michael exchanged vows, Emily knew that her journey had come full circle. Her father’s rejection had led her to a family richer in love and support than she ever dreamed possible.
I Walked up to My Groom at the Altar – All of a Sudden, a Woman in White Dress Appeared behind His Back
After six months of dating, Chris proposes to Beth. His enthusiastic family runs with the wedding planning — only to include unorthodox items on the program, causing Beth to leave her wedding.
For my 25th birthday this year, my boyfriend, Chris, whisked me off to Hawaii.
It was a fairytale because we had only been dating for six months, and I wasn’t expecting anything. But then, Chris proposed to me on the beach — I said yes, swept away by the enchantment of the moment, although I knew that six months of knowing someone was not enough before marrying them.
Little did I know that fairytale was about to unravel into more drama than I had signed up for.
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I wasn’t one of those girls who spent hours dreaming up their wedding. So when Chris’s family, fueled by their eagerness and involvement, took complete control over every detail of the wedding, even offering to foot the bill — I allowed it.
I’ll admit that there were moments when I felt sidelined, especially when I said that shades of blue for the color scheme weren’t my cup of tea.
But contributing to their enthusiasm was the better option than fighting with them.
Then, the big day arrived, and I was completely calm about everything — knowing that Chris’s Mom and sister had sorted everything out. I wasn’t close to my family, so other than my father, they didn’t play any big roles.
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“Beth,” his Mom, Leeanne, said, fixing my hair. “I want you to walk down the aisle with your eyes closed.”
“What? Why?” I exclaimed, already thinking about tripping over something while walking.
“I can barely walk properly in these heels with my eyes open,” I chuckled.
“It’s just tradition,” Leeanne said. “I did it, too. The whole thing is about seeing your husband first — the first thing out of the darkness.”
“He’s supposed to be the light,” Chris’s sister, Maggie, giggled.
The whole thing sounded strange. It wasn’t anything I had heard of before, but I also knew that people always came up with superstitions and stories.
“I wouldn’t have to wear a blindfold and mess up my make-up, right?” I asked.
“No, just close your eyes and hold onto your father’s hand tightly,” Leeanne said.
When I told my Dad what I needed to do, he laughed, thinking I was joking.
Pair of glittery Jimmy Choo heels | Source: Unsplash
It was absurd, of course. But my wedding only got worse from there.
At the altar, I opened my eyes, expecting the loving gaze of my fiancé, but I got way more than I bargained for.
Chris smiled at me, and after a second, another sight sent shockwaves through me — a woman in a white dress stood behind him.
I couldn’t tell whether he knew she was there from his expression. I wondered who she was, but the murmurs around me revealed her identity — Julia, Chris’s first wife.
“Chris, what’s happening?” I whispered, pointing to Julia. My voice was barely audible amidst the collective gasps.
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But before either Chris or I could process this bizarre twist in the ceremony, Leeanne walked down the aisle, holding onto a little boy’s hand. Every face turned to look toward them.
Then, Julia stepped forward and held her arms open for the boy, ready for him to walk in.
“This is Eli,” she said, looking at me. “He’s six years old, and he is autistic. He’s the best part of me, but he’s also part of Chris. Elizabeth, this is our son.”
“But he wouldn’t tell you that,” Maggie chimed in from next to me — she was one of my bridesmaids.
“Did you know about Eli?” Maggie asked.
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I shook my head. The air had become dense with emotion. The crowd’s eyes were on me, but my gaze was fixed on Chris, desperate for an explanation, an excuse, a denial, anything.
But there was none. Instead, he fingered his watch nervously, guilt undeniable on his face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded, my voice shaking.
“I didn’t know how,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact.
I turned to look at Eli, who was holding tightly onto Julia’s hand and looking around the room. I could clearly see Chris’s features all over his face.
“You let me believe that your divorce was admirable and that there were no ties to Julia,” I said. “But you abandoned your family. You abandoned your son.”
“He abandoned Eli when he found out that he was autistic,” Maggie said loudly.
My heart sank. How could I have almost married a man who was so thoughtless and cold? He left his son behind because of something that he was born with.
As the truth unfolded, I felt I was drowning in the weight of everything. Leeanne, upon discovering that Chris wanted to remarry, had orchestrated this dramatic revelation.
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“You’re too young, Elizabeth,” she said. “You’re too young to be caught up in his mess. He couldn’t care for Julia, so she cared for herself and Eli. Chris has disappointed me in many ways, but nothing will make up for the neglect of his own child.”
It turned out that my wedding was just a harsh, public lesson aimed at a man who had turned his back on his responsibilities.
I kicked off my heels, handed them to Maggie, and walked away from the altar — not as a bride but as a woman who had narrowly escaped a life bound to deceit.
The experience was painful — sure, it had only been six months of knowing Chris, but I knew what I had felt for him was real. That’s why it hurt so much when I found out the truth.
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In the aftermath, I took time to focus on myself. I decided I needed to travel and live life while still young. I needed more bad romances and horrible dates before figuring out who I wanted to be with.
I just knew one thing for sure — I didn’t want to be with someone like Chris. A man who lied about having a son — a son that was rendered invisible to him because he was autistic.
I’m just grateful that the only thing I had to pay for was my wedding dress — which had been returned three days after the so-called wedding.
Even now, when I think about the entire episode, I admit I’m not mad about it all. Leeanne did what she needed to do. And she did it to protect me and that sweet little boy.
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