Groom Hides a Secret From His Bride

With her heart full of anticipation, Jane was getting ready to marry the love of her life, Anthony. As she sat quietly in her dressing room on the morning of her wedding, the sunlight gently filtered through the curtained windows. She focused intently on her reflection as she carefully applied her makeup, pausing occasionally as if to savor the moment.

Jane’s mother was nearby, busy adjusting the hem of the wedding dress—a symbol of love and new beginnings. “Make sure you’re ready for the dress—hair and makeup first,” she gently reminded Jane, her tone filled with nurturing warmth.

“I’m aware, Mom,” Jane answered softly, her voice calm and steady, though excitement danced in her eyes.

“You’re remarkably calm,” her mother noted, admiration in her voice. “Are you eager to see Anthony?”

Jane’s hand paused momentarily as she applied eyeliner, her thoughts wandering. “Yes, I really am,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “He’s been so involved with the wedding arrangements. It’s been a surprise, discovering how talented he is at planning these things.”

The memory of meeting Anthony for the first time always brought a smile to her face. They’d met at a supermarket and bonded over something as mundane as watermelons. It was like a scene straight from a cliché romance novel, filled with laughter and unexpected charm.

“Jane, that story of your supermarket encounter is lovely,” her mother chuckled, adjusting the lace on the wedding dress. “Finding love by the fruit aisle—a story to tell your future kids.”

With a sigh and a smile, Jane continued applying mascara, her heart reflecting on how she’d always been the one to make others happy. “Anthony noticed that about me; he always appreciated my effort to make others smile.”

“That’s why we adore you, darling,” her mother affirmed. “But remember, the wedding is as much for you as anyone else—your happiness matters the most today.”

As Jane absorbed her mother’s words, her phone suddenly vibrated, disturbing their tender exchange. She picked it up and listened to a startling voicemail from an unidentified number. “Jane,” the voice urged, “don’t go through with the wedding. There are secrets you need to know. Trust me; this is for your own good.”

Jane’s hand trembled slightly. Her mother noticed and asked, “Is something bothering you, dear?”

“It’s nothing, Mom,” Jane replied quickly, though her mind was in turmoil. “I need to step out for a bit.”

“Absolutely not in your wedding dress,” her mother protested, but Jane had made up her mind.

Breaking the age-old tradition that forbids the groom from seeing the bride before the ceremony, Jane walked briskly to Anthony’s room. Her heart raced as she opened the door quietly to face him.

Anthony greeted her with surprise. “Jane! This isn’t the way things are meant to be before the wedding,” he said, flustered.

Jane stood firm, her voice unwavering. “We have to talk, Anthony.” She played the unsettling message she had received moments before.

Anthony listened with a puzzled expression that turned slightly amused. “Who would send you such a message?” he questioned dismissively.

Jane’s eyes searched his face for sincerity. “Is there anything you’re keeping from me?”

“Of course not! It must be a prank,” Anthony replied hastily, dismissing her worries perhaps too quickly.

“Why are you so nervous then?” Jane probed, still determined.

Anthony stepped forward, attempting reassurance. “Don’t let some petty prank overshadow our day. We have something incredible ahead, Jane. Think about the big deal closing tomorrow—it’s everything we’ve worked for.”

“Is it?” she asked quietly, her thoughts swirling. “Is that what’s most important to you, Anthony?”

“No, no,” he backtracked. “It’s about us—our future as well.”

“I need a moment,” Jane whispered, stepping back to gather her thoughts as anxiety and doubt clouded her mind.

Watching Anthony leave with promises of their future, Jane turned back to her room, wrestling with what she’d discovered. Her mother found her there and immediately sensed her distress.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” her mother asked gently, concern etched into her features.

Jane tried to mask her feelings with a smile, but the façade quickly crumbled. “Just nerves, Mom, nothing more.”

Understanding that Jane withheld something deeper, her mother watched her intently. Before Jane could decide to share, a knock interrupted.

Jane opened the door to a curious scene—a solitary package accompanied by nondescript shadows. She reluctantly brought the package inside, anxious about its contents.

Inside the box were photos that turned her world upside-down—Anthony, undeniably affectionate with another woman.

With a heart that felt as heavy as stone, Jane found a card scrawled with a chilling phrase: “Karma will show you the way.”

Her mother, standing beside her, gasped. “Jane, is this possible? Is someone blackmailing Anthony?”

Finding herself at a horrifying crossroads, Jane shook her head, biting her lip to keep her composure. She dialed Anthony’s number, desperate for answers. But his phone went to voicemail again and again.

Compelled by mounting doubts, Jane recalled her mother mentioning the distinct decor of a local hotel matching those in the photos. “I’ve got to go there,” Jane determined, her resolve unwavering.

With her mother’s cautionary words echoing in her ears, Jane gathered her courage and left, her path uncertain but driven by the desire for the truth.

When Jane arrived at the hotel, her pulse quickened as she approached the reception desk. “I need to verify if a guest named Anthony Sanders is checked in,” she inquired.

Politely refusing her plea, the receptionist followed hotel policy regarding guest privacy. But just then, Jane discretely overheard a staff call for Karma, assigned to room cleaning duties, reigniting her suspicions.

With a renewed sense of hope, Jane followed the maid identifiably named Karma down the corridor, pausing briefly outside room 121. Determined to uncover the truth, she found the door ajar, permitting her silent entry.

Inside, the woman from the photos waited with a resigned yet meaningful presence. “I didn’t think you’d decipher my clues,” the woman, Karma, commended. “I’m Anya. And you must be Jane.”

Jane, processing the painful reality, asked, “How could you do this?”

Anya spoke candidly, folds of history lining her words. “It’s been ongoing far too long, but when I learned about you, I knew Anthony had to be stopped from deceiving us both.”

Before further words exchanged, the jangling keys signaled Anthony’s imminent arrival. “Hide with your camera ready,” Anya urged, ushering Jane behind curtains of concealment.

Anthony entered unsuspectingly, and Jane, now hidden, documented his interaction with Anya—a vivid display of their deceit as proof.

Full of resolve, Jane returned to the wedding venue, her heart conflicted yet surprisingly at peace.

When the ceremony began, Jane approached the aisle with unshakeable determination, facing Anthony with poise even as heartache simmered beneath her calm visage. As the ceremony reached its crescendo with vows exchanged, Jane signaled to the sound technician who dutifully played her recording.

Anthony’s words exchanged with Anya echoed through the hall—a public revelation of deceit that left no room for doubt or denial.

“I can’t marry someone who has betrayed my trust,” Jane’s announcement cut through the room’s stunned silence.

In the aftermath of revelation, a woman stood—Mrs. Richards, Anthony’s hoped-for business partner—rendering judgment on character as she declared the partnership void due to his lack of integrity.

The rupture of business ties compounded Anthony’s mortification, underscoring the magnitude of his dishonesty.

Amidst the chaos, Jane seized her mother’s arm, navigating through shocked onlookers with renewed strength. “Karma’s handled it, Anthony,” she stated with quiet triumph, walking away from broken promises and toward her future untethered from deceit.

With fervor and determination to reclaim her life, Jane chose a path defined by truth and resilience, leaving a chapter of insincere love behind.

Packing up her emotions along with Anthony’s belongings, Jane felt lighter, infused with newfound strength from confronting betrayal and choosing courage over compromise.

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