Standing at the altar, Jett waited with eager anticipation for his fiancée, Tavi, to walk down the aisle in the beautiful white gown they had chosen together. But what he saw instead left him shocked. Tavi was wearing a long black dress, and as she approached, she explained why she wasn’t in the wedding dress they had picked out.
My wedding day was meant to be one of the happiest moments of my life, but what unfolded left a scar that will never heal. I never imagined things would fall apart so completely.
I met Tavi through a mutual friend, and after only a few dates, we were inseparable. She was the extroverted social butterfly, always surrounded by friends, while I was the introverted, quieter type who preferred smaller circles.
But with her, everything changed. I found myself wanting to be near her all the time. She made me feel loved in ways I had never experienced before. She saw me for who I truly was and never made me feel like I wasn’t enough.
A few months in, I proposed. I knew she was the one, and when she said yes, her face lit up with pure joy.
“I can’t believe you said yes,” I told her one day. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, Tavi.”
Honestly, I never thought I deserved someone as amazing as her.
As time passed, our relationship only grew stronger, and soon we were planning our wedding. Our families met, everything was falling into place, and we planned a small summer ceremony with close friends and family.
It felt perfect… until it didn’t.
On our wedding day, I stood at the altar in my black suit, my heart racing with excitement, waiting for Tavi to walk down the aisle. I envisioned her in the white gown we had picked out together.
But she didn’t wear it.
Instead, she walked down the aisle in a long black dress with a matching veil—the kind typically worn at funerals.
Why is she doing this? I wondered. What’s going on?
Her eyes burned with anger as she came toward me, and the guests fell into stunned silence.
When she reached me, I gently took her hands and whispered, “Why are you wearing black? What’s happening?”
“I’ll explain after the ceremony,” she replied, staring into my eyes. Her face was cold, as if I had done something unforgivable.
“Wait,” I said, raising my hand.
The church went completely quiet.
“Tell me now,” I insisted, not knowing her words would shatter everything. “Why black?”
“Because of your mother,” Tavi said, her voice ice-cold. “She told me the truth.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
Tavi’s eyes filled with tears.
“She told me about you and Plum,” she said, her voice trembling. “Your best friend.”
“What? What did my mom say about Plum?” I asked, bewildered. I had no idea what she was talking about.
“She said you’ve been cheating on me with Plum,” Tavi declared, her voice cutting through the stillness. A gasp rippled through the guests. “She said you were planning to leave me for her. That’s why I’m wearing black—to mourn what we had, Jett.”
I was stunned.
“That’s not true, Tavi,” I pleaded. “I swear I never cheated. Plum and I are just friends. I don’t know why my mom would say that.”
I scanned the crowd, looking for my mother, but she wasn’t there. I needed to confront her—this had to be a lie.
“I don’t believe you,” Tavi said firmly. “You’re lying, because that’s what you do.”
“Tavi, please,” I begged, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away. “My mom never liked you. She’s trying to ruin us. Trust me.”
“I see,” Tavi said, shaking her head. “But it’s not just the affair, Jett. I know your secret. You’ve been lying to me.”
“What secret?” I asked, my heart racing.
Tavi glanced at the guests, then back at me.
“You lied about your family’s money,” she said sharply. “You hid the fact that your family is broke, and you’re marrying me to save your business. Isn’t that right?”
My stomach dropped.
Part of what she said was true, but not in the way she thought. Yes, our family business was struggling—almost bankrupt—but that wasn’t why I was marrying her. I loved her, not for her money.
“I love you, Tavi,” I said, trying to explain. “That’s why I’m marrying you.”
She didn’t respond, only shook her head in disbelief.
“You don’t get it, do you?” she said. “Your mom pushed you to find someone wealthy to fix your problems. She told me everything. I can’t believe I fell for you.”
I wanted to say so much, but the words caught in my throat. I was frozen.
“It’s over, Jett,” Tavi said, then turned and walked out of the church.
As she walked away, guests whispered among themselves. My friends came over, but I couldn’t let her go like that. I had to make her understand.
“Tavi, wait!” I called, running after her. “Please, just hear me out.”
“I don’t want your excuses, Jett,” she said, not looking back.
I stepped in front of her. “I swear I’m not lying,” I said. “I don’t know why my mom said those things, but she doesn’t like you. I never told you this, but she’s never been happy about us.”
“And why should I trust you?” she asked, eyes filled with doubt.
Before I could answer, Plum stepped out of the church.
“Tavi, listen,” Plum said. “I don’t know what your mother told you, but there’s nothing between me and Jett. We’re just friends. He loves you. Believe me.”
Tavi glanced between Plum and me, still uncertain.
“If I wanted your money, I wouldn’t have signed the prenup,” I said, taking her hands. “I signed it to protect you, to protect your future. I wouldn’t do that if I was after your wealth.”
“But why hide your family’s financial problems?” she asked. “What else are you hiding? How can I trust you now?”
I sighed, looking at the ground.
“You’re right, Tavi. I should have told you earlier. I was scared you’d leave me,” I admitted. I paused, then added, “There’s more I never told you.”
Tavi crossed her arms, waiting for me to continue.
“My mom hates me,” I confessed. “She always has. Years ago, I found out that my dad wasn’t my biological father. When I confronted her, everything fell apart. Dad left, taking most of the money.”
“That’s why she lied,” I continued. “She’s been trying to destroy our wedding because she can’t stand seeing me happy. She pretended to accept you, just waiting for the right moment to ruin everything. I’m sorry I kept this from you. I was ashamed.”
Tavi’s anger softened, replaced by sympathy.
“You didn’t tell me because you were ashamed?” she asked, her voice softer now. “We were supposed to share everything, Jett. But you kept so much from me. How can I trust you now?”
Her words hit me hard.
“I’m sorry, Tavi,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I know I messed up, but I love you.”
“I’m sorry too, Jett,” she replied, wiping away a tear. “But this is the end. I can’t be with someone who keeps secrets.”
With that, the love of my life walked away.
Tears filled my eyes as I watched her drive off, and I knew I couldn’t stop her. She was right.
Since that day, nothing has been the same. I confronted my mother and cut contact, but I tried calling Tavi countless times. She never picked up.
I lost the love of my life because of lies, secrets, and things I should have shared long ago.