My wedding was never meant to happen: I gave birth to a son, and Mark married the woman his mother chose for him.
Sometimes life crumbles in an instantβlike a house of cards built with hope, love, and faith in something wonderful. Then… everything turns into betrayal, pain, and silent loneliness. That’s what happened to me.
My name is Daisy, and Iβm ready to share my story, one that I still can’t tell without tears even after all these years.
Mark and I were together for almost a year. It was true loveβeasy, warm, and genuine. He was caring, considerate, and it felt like we spoke the same language. After six months together, I moved in with him, and soon after, we filed our intent to marry. The wedding date was set, and our parents eagerly prepared for the big day. My mom had even ordered a dress well in advance, and it seemed that his mother was delighted by our union. She would greet me with a smile, bring homemade pies, and say that I was βjust what her son needed.β
Mark had a tough upbringingβhis dad left the family when he was just a child, running off with another woman, only to leave her too and vanish. Maybe that’s why Mark was so attached to his mother; her opinion meant the world to him.
Ten days before the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. I wanted it to be a surprise and planned to share the news at the ceremony. My father is a bit old-fashioned, and such news before the wedding might have been too much for him. I dreamed of telling him when he proudly walked me down the aisle.
The wedding preparations were in full swing: we picked out the venue decor, discussed the menu, and rehearsed our first dance… and then, a week before our wedding, right at my momβs birthday party, Mark announced the wedding was off. Because… the child wasnβt his. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI