As Jane prepares for her wedding to Anthony, she receives anonymous messages warning her not to do it. Following these warnings, she ends up at a nearby hotel and discovers the real reason behind them. Morning light softly shone through the curtains of the wedding hall, where Jane sat in front of a large mirror. It was her big day. As she began to apply her makeup, her movements were deliberate, almost meditative. There was a quiet, thoughtful expression in her eyes. Her mother stood behind her, adjusting the dress on the bed. “Hair and makeup first,” she reminded softly. “Then we’ll get into your dress.” Jane nodded, her hands steady as she applied the eyeliner. “I know, Mom,” she murmured. “You’re so calm,” her mother observed. “Are you looking forward to seeing Anthony?” Jane paused, her eyeliner floating in the air. “Yes,” she said quietly. “He’s been so busy planning the wedding. I never thought he was so good at it.” Her mother laughed softly. “That’s my Janey, always good at surprising.” There was a small, sad smile in Jane’s reflection. “You know, meeting Anthony was like something out of a funny romance novel. In the supermarket, of all places.” Her mother smiled amusedly. “The watermelon-meeting story. It’s not every day you find love between fruits and vegetables.” Jane’s smile widened as she thought about that day—Anthony’s easy charm, the playful exchange of watermelons, and their shared laughter. It all seemed like a distant, beautiful dream. But it was a beautiful memory as she slipped into her wedding dress. “But you know,” she continued, her voice growing quieter as she applied another coat of mascara, “I’ve always been the one who tried to make other people happy. That’s what Anthony loved about me.” “That’s true,” her mother agreed. “You were always our little sunshine. But remember, today is about your happiness, Jane.” She met her mother’s gaze in the mirror and was about to answer when her phone vibrated, interrupting the moment. She picked it up and saw a voicemail. Her brow furrowed as she played it quietly so her mother couldn’t hear. The unfamiliar voice filled the room: “You need to call off the wedding, Jane. This isn’t right for you. There are things you don’t know. Secretly. Trust me, Jane. It’s for the best. Cancel the wedding.” Jane’s hand trembled slightly. Her mother sensed the change and leaned forward with concern. “What’s wrong, honey?” Jane shook her head, a storm of confusion raging in her eyes. “It’s… nothing, Mom. I need to go out for a while.” “In your wedding dress?” “Yes,” she said, breathing heavily. Ignoring the old tradition that it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding, Jane walked determinedly down the hall. She reached Anthony’s room in the venue, her hand hesitating briefly before pushing the door open. Anthony turned in surprise, his eyes widening. “Jane! What are you doing here… you shouldn’t be here in your dress,” he stammered. Jane’s voice was calm and clear. “We need to talk, Anthony. Now.” “What’s wrong?” Anthony’s confusion was obvious, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes. Guilt? “This,” Jane said, holding up her phone and playing the mysterious voice message. The room fell silent as the message ended. Anthony’s expression changed from confusion to mild amusement. “Is this a joke? Who would send you this?” Jane’s eyes searched his closely. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Anthony?” “No, of course not!” Anthony answered quickly. Too quickly. “You’ve got to be kidding.” Jane pressed her lips together, worried. Anthony stepped closer. “Jane, don’t let that affect you. We have a big day ahead of us. And remember, tomorrow is my important business deal. This could all be related to that. You know how important that is.” She took a step back. “So it’s just about your business deal? Is that all our wedding is to you?” “No, no, of course not,” Anthony backtracked. “But remember, after this our lives could change. We could be on our way to becoming millionaires. Don’t let a stupid piece of news ruin that.” Jane closed her eyes and murmured, “I need time to think.” His face softened. “I understand. But please, think about us, about our future. I’m going to get the priest from the airport now. I’ll see you down the hall later.” He kissed her hair tenderly and left, leaving Jane even more confused. Back in her room, she stood motionless. Her mother, who had finished her own preparations, entered the room. Her expression grew worried when she saw Jane’s sad eyes. “Jane, darling, what’s wrong?” she asked. Jane tried a reassuring smile, but it failed. “It’s nothing, Mom. Just… wedding nerves, I think.” Her mother was not c Guilt? “This,” Jane said, holding up her phone and playing the mysterious voice message. The room fell silent as the message ended. Anthony’s expression changed from confusion to mild amusement. “Is this a joke? Who would send you this?” Jane’s eyes searched his closely. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Anthony?” “No, of course not!” Anthony answered quickly. Too quickly. “You’ve got to be kidding.” Jane pressed her lips together, worried. Anthony stepped closer. “Jane, don’t let that affect you. We have a big day ahead of us. And remember, tomorrow is my important business deal. This could all be related to that. You know how important that is.” She took a step back. “So it’s just about your business deal? Is that all our wedding is to you?” “No, no, of course not,” Anthony backtracked. “But remember, after this our lives could change. We could be on our way to becoming millionaires. Don’t let a stupid piece of news ruin that.” Jane closed her eyes and murmured, “I need time to think.” His face softened. “I understand. But please, think about us, about our future. I’m going to get the priest from the airport now. I’ll see you down the hall later.” He kissed her hair tenderly and left, leaving Jane even more confused. Back in her room, she stood motionless. Her mother, who had finished her own preparations, entered the room. Her expression grew worried when she saw Jane’s sad eyes. “Jane, darling, what’s wrong?” she asked. Jane tried a reassuring smile, but it failed. “It’s nothing, Mom. Just… wedding nerves, I think.” Her mother was not convinced. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” Jane thought for a moment. But before she could decide whether to confide in her mother what had happened, a sharp knock on the door interrupted her. “I’m going,” she said quickly. She opened the door, but found no one there – only a mysterious package on the doorstep.
Confused, Jane took it inside. Inside, Jane found a series of photographs that made her heart sink—pictures of Anthony with another woman, their intimacy unmistakable. But beneath the photos was a card with a message that sent shivers down her spine: “Karma will show you the way.” Her mother gasped. “Jane, what is that? Is that Anthony? Is he being blackmailed?” Jane nodded silently, not knowing how to explain, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from under her feet. With shaking hands, she dialed Anthony’s number to hear his voice. Ring… ring… The phone echoed through the room, every sound pounding on her heart. He didn’t answer. “I know this hotel,” her mother confirmed. “They have the same lamp in every room.” “Really? Where?” Jane asked, and her mother reluctantly gave the address. “I have to go there. I’ll be back soon.” “Be careful.” With a nod, Jane hurried out, the photographs in her hand like a lifeline to the truth. She reached the hotel in record time. Her heart was racing as she approached the reception desk. “Hello, I need to check on a guest, Anthony,” Jane asked, clearing her throat. “His last name is Sanders.” The receptionist, a young man with a polite smile, replied, “I’m sorry, but we can’t give out guest information. It’s against our hotel policy.” Jane insisted, “Please, it’s really important. I think he’s here, and it’s urgent that I see him.” The receptionist’s expression remained sympathetic but unyielding. “I understand, but I really can’t help you.” Jane turned away, not knowing what else to do. But at that moment she heard the receptionist calling for a hotel maid. “Karma, you are needed to clean room 121.” Jane froze. Karma? The map! Karma will show you the way. She turned and watched as the maid, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, acknowledged the instruction and fixed her eyes on her for a brief moment. In that fleeting moment, Jane understood – this was her trail.She followed her down the hall, fearing the truth with every step, but she had to know. When Karma entered room 121, Jane waited a moment before cautiously trying the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked. “Wow.
You’re clever. I didn’t know if you would understand my message, but it worked,” said a woman, getting up from the hotel bed. “Thanks, Karma. You can go.” The maid walked past Jane, who was still standing confused at the entrance, and left her alone. “You’re the woman in the photos,” Jane murmured. “Anya,” she introduced herself, resigned. “You’re Jane, aren’t you? I suppose it’s time you knew everything.” Jane whispered, “How long? How long has this been going on?” “Too long,” Anya replied. “But I only found out about you last week. Can you believe he wanted to keep me as his mistress? That’s when I decided enough was enough. He had to be stopped.” Before Jane could answer, a noise from the hallway caught her attention. “Quick! It’s him! Hide and record it,” Anya said, pushing Jane toward the bathroom as the bedroom door opened. Anthony’s entrance was quiet, as if he were the master of the house. Anya greeted him with a feigned warmth that sent a chill down Jane’s spine, even though she couldn’t see it. When she was sure they were closer to the bed, Jane carefully opened the bathroom door, pulled out her phone, and began recording the conversation. Anthony’s words, his casual intimacy with Anya, cut through her like a knife. It was the confirmation she needed—the man she wanted to marry was living a lie. It was getting more and more heated, but Jane had had enough—both in her soul and in the video—and quickly slipped away. But instead of breaking down, she felt a part of her old self fall away, making room for a new version of herself. Jane returned to the wedding venue and told her mother everything. Together they devised a plan that would make Anthony regret his infidelity. The guests gathered an hour later, and the wedding march began. Jane walked down the aisle and took her place at the altar across from Anthony, who was smiling. The ceremony continued, and Jane’s chest pounded as they reached the vows. When the priest asked about their vows, she signaled to the video technician, who, as instructed, played the recording she had made in the hotel room. Anthony’s loving words to Anya filled the room as proof of his infidelity appeared on the screen.
The guests gasped in shock, and Anthony’s face drained of color. Jane addressed the crowd, her voice clear and strong. “This wedding will not take place because my groom is a cheater. I can’t marry a man I can’t trust.” Anthony began to protest, “No, this is a misunderstanding,” but his words went unheard. The crowd was in an uproar, but the noise was interrupted when a woman stood up. It was Mrs. Richards, Anthony’s potential business partner, who could lead him on the path to “the millions.” “Mr. Sanders, I can’t work with someone who has no integrity and loyalty,” she declared. “Our deal is off, and I’m going to make sure everyone in our industry knows about it.” “No!” Anthony yelled, raising his hand to stop Mrs. Richards. But she walked out, followed by a line of grumbling guests. Jane’s mother tripped Anthony as he tried to run after the important businesswoman. Jane looked down at him, curling her upper lip, feeling a little amusement at his helpless expression. She had to show him a little more. “Karma has done its job, Anthony,” Jane said. With those final words, Jane walked away from the altar, her mother by her side. In the car, her mother asked, “What now?” “Now we’re going home, packing up his things, throwing them out, and moving on,” Jane said, nodding triumphantly. They stopped for dinner along the way. Jane felt lighter with each passing moment, for she was no longer a humanitarian, but a woman who had faced deception and come out stronger. Let us know what you think of this story and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.
