On Her Wedding Day, Bride Is Terrified When Her Supposedly Dead Fiancé Appears among the Guests

I stared at my reflection, adjusting the delicate lace veil over my face. The 15-carat diamond on my finger caught the light, but it felt like a weight dragging me down. I tried to steady my trembling hands.

This was my choice. David was gone, and this was the life I had to live now.

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t right. The engagement ring I’d hidden beneath my dress—the gold band with its tiny diamond—hung from a thin gold necklace. It was the only thing that felt real. It was a reminder of the life I’d lost, of the man I’d lost.

David.

Just thinking his name sent a pang through my chest. I could still see his smile, feel the strength in his arms the night he rescued me from myself. I was young and reckless back then, a party girl the tabloids loved to tear apart. But David saw something in me that no one else did, and he loved me for it.

He gave me that tiny ring when he asked me to marry him, and I said yes without a second thought. I actually believed my parents would be happy for me, but my father, Greg, had other plans.

“You can be just as happy with a rich man,” he’d said, dismissing David like he was nothing.

I fought for David. I believed that our love would conquer anything and everything. Then came the accident.

I still remember the look on my father’s face when the police called. He turned to me with an expression so tender, so unlike him, and told me David was gone.

I screamed until I couldn’t breathe. And just like that, my world ended.

Two months later, I found out I was pregnant. My parents wanted me to end it, but I refused.

“This is all I have left of him,” I’d told them.

My father relented, but only because my grandmother stepped in. When little Rachel was born, my sweet girl, she became my only source of light.

Then my father started pushing me toward Frank. He was kind, pleasant, and completely wrong for me. But my father insisted, and I gave in. As much as Rachel was completely David’s child, I had to admit that having a father figure for her was everything. Frank would help. Frank had enough money to help me give Rachel everything she deserved.

So here I was, walking down the aisle toward Frank in a room full of strangers, except the few familiar faces of my family. My father held my arm tightly, beaming like this was the proudest moment of his life.

But then, I heard it.

“Sarah, please don’t do this.”

I froze. That voice. But it couldn’t be!

When I turned, the air left my lungs. There, in the middle of the aisle, was David. He sat in a wheelchair, a bouquet of wildflowers in his lap. My heart stopped.

“David?” I whispered. “Oh my God… Are you real? Am I going mad?”

“It’s me,” he said. “Darling, it’s me. It really is. I thought you’d be better off without me, but I can’t let you marry him.”

I felt like the ground had disappeared beneath me. My father’s grip on my arm tightened, and his face twisted.

“You’re supposed to be dead!” he hissed. “You’re supposed to stay dead!”

I turned to him, horrified.

“You knew?” My voice broke. “You knew he was alive? And you let me grieve? You let me suffer?”

David’s voice cut through my anger.

“Your father paid me to stay away, Sarah,” he said, his eyes filled with pain. “He told me I wasn’t good enough for you. But he never told me about our baby.”

I couldn’t breathe. My dress felt too tight and restrictive.

“Daddy! You lied to me!” I cried. “You stole everything from me… and from Rachel.”

The church erupted in whispers, but I only saw David. I turned to Frank, guilt washing over me.

“I’m so sorry, Frank,” I said. “I can’t do this.”

With that, I ran to David, throwing my arms around him as tears streamed down my face.

“You marry him, and you’ll have nothing!” my father roared.

“Enough, Greg!” my grandmother’s voice rang out. “Sarah and David will have what they need. Whether you like it or not. You’re a disappointment of a son, Gregory. Honestly.”

Then, my grandmother turned to me and smiled.

“Come, child, it’s time to find your fairytale.”

Two months later, David and I got married in a small ceremony. We didn’t need glitz or glamour. We just needed Rachel and my grandmother. And each other.

And that was enough.