As I stood at the altar, I was impatiently waiting for my fiancée Jane to walk down the aisle in the stunning white dress we had chosen together. But I was horrified when she appeared in a long black dress and explained to me why she wasn’t wearing her wedding dress. My wedding day was supposed to be one of the best days of my life, but what happened that day left a painful scar on my memory. I never imagined it would turn out this way. I met Jane through a mutual friend, and after a few dates, we became inseparable. She was the bubbly extrovert, always surrounded by friends, while I was the quiet, introverted type who avoided crowds. But with her, everything was different. I always wanted to be near her because she loved me in a way I hadn’t known before. She valued my company and never let me think I wasn’t worthy of her love. A few months into our relationship, I proposed to her. I was sure Jane was the one, and she said yes without hesitation, beaming at the ring I had picked out. “I can’t believe you said yes,” I said to her one day.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky, Jane.” Honestly, I didn’t think I deserved someone as amazing as her. Our relationship grew even stronger as the days turned to weeks, and soon we decided to get married. Our families met, and everything went smoothly. We planned a small ceremony in the summer where we would exchange vows surrounded by our closest family and friends. Everything seemed perfect, but fate had other plans. On our wedding day, I wore a tailored black suit and stood at the altar, expecting to see Jane in the beautiful white dress we had picked out together weeks before. But she didn’t. Instead, she showed up in a long black dress with a matching veil. The kind of outfit you would expect to see at a funeral. Why was she doing this? What was wrong with her? I could see her angry eyes as she walked toward me.
Meanwhile, the guests stared at her with wide eyes. As she reached the altar, I gently took her hands and whispered, “Why are you wearing black? What’s wrong?” “I’ll tell you after the ceremony,” she said, looking me straight in the eyes. No expression, just a blank face looking at me like I’d committed the biggest sin of all time. “Wait!” I announced, raising my hand. The church went dead silent. “Tell me. Tell me why you’re wearing black. Now,” I demanded, not knowing that her next words would shatter my world. “It’s all because of your mother,” Jane revealed. “She told me everything.” “What do you mean?” I asked.
That’s when I saw Jane’s eyes fill with tears. “She told me about you and Lauren,” Jane began, her voice shaking. “Your best friend.” “What? What did my mother say about Lauren?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. I had no idea what Jane was talking about. “She said you cheated on me with Lauren,” Jane announced, and a collective gasp went through the guests. “She said you were having an affair and that you were planning to leave me for her. That’s why I’m wearing black. To mourn the love we once had, Nathan.” I couldn’t believe what Jane had just said.
