‘I’m against It!’ Older Man Stops Wedding, a Minute Later Cops Arrest Groom – Story of the Day

While standing in the church with the man she loved the most, a young woman looked at the priest when he asked if anyone had a problem with the marriage. Suddenly, an elderly man barged into the church, telling the priest he was against the wedding.

“You’re gorgeous!” Myron told Hilary minutes after meeting her at a party for the first time.

Hilary felt butterflies in her tummy when she saw him look at her from head to toe. It had been ages since a man last complimented her, and she couldn’t recall what it felt like when a man held her hand while looking into her eyes. Her last relationship was nothing short of miserable because of her ex’s anger issues.

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However, meeting Myron at her friend’s party gave her a ray of hope. It made her feel she could try her luck again and date this man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

Myron stayed by her side the entire evening, cracking jokes while telling her everything about him. He wanted to impress her during their first meeting because he thought she was the perfect girl for him.

The following day, Myron and Hilary met in a park, discussing their interests, goals, and life problems while walking together. Their discussion only made them grow closer, compelling Myron to ask her for a date the next day.

“Hilary, I think you are the girl I have been looking for all this time,” Myron said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What?” Hilary’s hands went to her face, covering everything except her glistening eyes and forehead. She couldn’t believe the man she had met two days ago wanted to start a relationship with her.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Myron repeated his question, looking into Hilary’s eyes.

“Yes!” she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Myron.”

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Hilary was delighted to start a relationship with him because her last relationship had left her heartbroken. She believed Myron’s love would help her heal, unaware he was keeping secrets from her.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds.

Soon, Hilary introduced him to her parents, and he took no time to win their hearts. He told them he had lost his parents at a young age and missed them a lot.

“Don’t worry,” Hilary’s mother said. “We are your parents now, okay? You can share everything with us. We’re always here to support you!”

Hilary felt relieved when her parents accepted her boyfriend. Their approval made her believe she had made the right choice by dating him and thought she was ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

The couple dated for five months before Myron made his next move. He took Hilary to an expensive restaurant on a date and knelt while everyone looked at him.

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“Hilary, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share all my happiness and sorrows with you,” Myron said. “Will you marry me?”

While others in the restaurant gasped, Hilary couldn’t believe Myron had proposed to her in front of so many people. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw him on his knees, looking straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Yes!” Hilary said as she held his hands and pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him while tears trickled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe the man she loved the most wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Since Hilary was head over heels in love with Myron, she didn’t feel that everything was happening too quickly. A man she had only known for five months suddenly wanted to be her life partner, but she couldn’t sense that the timing of his proposal was too odd.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds. They thought it was strange of Myron to propose to her too soon, but their suspicions vanished when they talked to him and saw how much he admired their daughter. Soon, the couple began preparing for their wedding, unaware that fate wouldn’t allow them to tie the knot.

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During the preparations, Hilary noticed many things about her soon-to-be husband that she had never seen before. During one of the discussions, she noticed Myron was interested in the material side of things.

“I’m so excited about all the stuff people will bring us!” he said, his eyes sparkling with greed.

“There’s going to be a lot of expensive gifts. I can’t wait!”

Although Hilary did not say anything to him then, she thought it was strange of him to think about the gifts. She wanted him to talk about their relationship, future, and how they would support each other after marriage, but it seemed like Myron was interested in other things.

“I guess he’s just acting immature,” Hilary thought, unaware of Myron’s plans.

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A few days before the wedding, Myron came to Hilary’s house and told her something she wasn’t expecting. “I think we should have a prenuptial agreement. What do you suggest?”

“Yes, I think that’s a smart decision,” Hilary said after a moment’s thought. “We should be prepared for the worst.”

“Exactly!” Myron exclaimed. “I think we should add a clause that states that if you initiate a divorce, you would have to pay up a fortune!” he chuckled coldly.

She thought it was strange of him to bring up a prenup, and she couldn’t be entirely sure if he was joking about it.

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Later that day, Hilary called her lawyer and asked about the clause. She thought Myron was acting selfish, but the lawyer assured her this clause was quite common.

“Don’t worry, Hilary,” the lawyer said. “The same rule would apply to Myron if he initiates divorce.”

“He would pay me the same amount?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” the lawyer replied.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. Most people add this clause to their prenup agreement.”

Hilary felt relieved after talking to her lawyer and felt terrible for thinking Myron was greedy. She called him and said she was ready to sign the prenuptial agreement. However, another strange incident made her doubt his intentions.

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A few days later, Hilary was cleaning Myron’s cupboards when she stumbled upon a divorce certificate with Myron’s name. “What is this, Myron?” Hilary immediately confronted him. “You never told me you were married!”

“Hey, calm down!” he replied. “It’s not what you think. Trust me.”

“How much more are you hiding from me, Myron? We are getting married in a few days!” Hilary yelled.

“Listen to me,” he held her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. “This marriage was a mistake. I was young and impulsive when I married this woman. It’s in the past now and means nothing to me!”

“Why should I believe you?” Hilary rolled her eyes and looked away.

“I swear this marriage means nothing to me,” Myron said. “All I want to do is forget about it, and that’s the only reason I never told you about it. Trust me, honey.”

“I’m marrying you in a few days, and I have no idea who you are!” Hilary started crying. “I’m starting to doubt my decision now.”

“Come on,” Myron hugged her. “You know how much I love you. Why would I ever lie to you, my love? Stop crying, please.”

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Once again, Myron cleared Hilary’s doubts through his magical words. He convinced her he wasn’t keeping any secrets, but the truth was otherwise.

“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle.

A day before the wedding, Myron was talking to someone on the phone at Hilary’s place.

“If you mess it up, I won’t be able to vouch for myself!” he whispered, unaware that Hilary overheard him.

Once he hung up, she asked him who he was talking to. “What you said sounded so suspicious!” she said. “What’s going on, Myron?”

“That was my ex-girlfriend,” Myron rolled her eyes. “She was threatening to show up at the wedding.”

“Really?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” Myron said confidently. “She has lost her mind or something.”

Yet again, Myron had managed to deceive her, though Hilary’s heart grew restless with each pang of doubt and suspicion. Little did he know she would learn about his true intentions sooner than he expected.

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Hilary woke up early on her wedding day and started getting ready. She was excited to marry the man of her dreams but had no idea what awaited her inside the church. She couldn’t wait to see what her groom looked like.

Once she was ready, she went to the church with her family and was delighted to see how well everyone had dressed up for her big day. All her friends and family were waiting for her to walk down the aisle and stand beside Myron.

She walked down the aisle holding her father’s hand while everyone looked at her. Once she reached the altar, the priest began reading the wedding vows. Then, he asked the guests if anyone was against the marriage.

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“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle. “I can’t allow Myron to marry this innocent girl.”

Suddenly, the guests started whispering amongst themselves while Hilary gasped in shock. She looked at Myron, who was staring at the man angrily.

“I warned you, Myron, didn’t I?” the man grumbled. “You refused to listen to me, so now you must bear the consequences.”

Suddenly, a team of police officers barged into the church while Myron tried to escape. However, he couldn’t get away because the police had surrounded the church from all sides. They arrested and dragged him outside while Hilary kept asking Myron what was happening.

“Where are they taking him?” she cried. “What have you done, Myron? Why don’t you stop them?”

Hilary collapsed on the ground and cried hysterically.

Why did he do this to me? Why did he play with my feelings? Hilary thought she would faint from the pain of what was unfolding.

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Then, the man who had canceled her wedding walked toward her. “I’m so sorry for what you are feeling right now,” he said. “The police arrested Myron because he was accused of repeated fraud.”

“What?” Hilary gasped. “But how do you know that?”

“I’m Myron’s estranged father,” the man said. “You can call me Mr. Brown.”

“But he said his parents had passed away,” Hilary was shocked.

“I know he keeps lying to girls,” Mr. Brown said. “He cut ties with me when I discovered he was a professional gigolo and was looting girls by marrying them for money.”

“What?” Hilary couldn’t believe her ears.

“I tried my best to stop him, but he never listened,” Mr. Brown said. “I had given up on him until the police knocked on my door one day asking me if my son lives here.”

“Myron had given my address everywhere because he knew the police would come after him,” Mr. Brown continued. “I got so sick of this but knew he wouldn’t stop. His mother cheated on me the same way.”

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It turned out that Mr. Brown had contacted Myron to warn him when he learned about Hilary. The father wanted his son not to play with Hilary’s feelings, but Myron refused to listen.

“It was you who called him yesterday?” Hilary asked. “He lied to me that it was his ex-girlfriend.”

“It was me,” Mr. Brown said.

“I called him, but he didn’t listen to me. So I had to call the police.”

Whatever Myron did in the past few months started making sense to Hilary. She finally understood why he had been acting so strangely.

“Thank you for saving me, Mr. Brown!” she said. “I owe you for saving me from getting robbed.”

Soon, Myron’s case was taken to court, and the judge ordered him to compensate every woman he had conned. A few months later, Hilary received her share of the settlement but decided not to keep it.

“This is for you, Mr. Brown,” she said while handing him the money. “Thank you for saving me!”

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What can we learn from this story?

  • You can’t get away with deceiving people. Myron thought he would keep marrying women for money, unaware he would soon get caught. He wouldn’t have conned multiple women if he knew his father would send him to jail one day.
  • Sometimes, you have to take a difficult step for your loved ones. It wasn’t easy for Mr. Brown to send his son to jail, but he did it because he wanted to teach Myron a lesson.

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My Husband Went on a Business Trip Right Before Christmas — on Christmas Eve, I Found Out He Lied and Was Actually in Our City

My husband left on an “urgent” business trip just two days before Christmas. When I learned he had lied and was actually at a nearby hotel, I drove there. But when I burst into that hotel room, I froze in tears. The face looking back at me shattered my heart and turned my world upside down.

I always thought my husband and I shared everything. Every silly joke, every little worry, and every dream. We knew each other’s quirks and flaws, celebrated our victories together, and helped each other through rough patches. At least, that’s what I believed until Christmas Day when everything I thought I knew came crashing down around me.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“Andrea, I need to tell you something,” Shawn said, his fingers drumming nervously on our kitchen counter. “My boss called. He needs me to handle an emergency client situation in Boston.”

I looked up from my coffee, studying his face. There was something different in his expression. A flicker of… guilt? Anxiety?

“During Christmas?” my eyes widened.

“I know, I know. I tried to get out of it, but…” He ran his hand through his dark hair — a gesture I’d grown to love over our three years of marriage. “The client’s threatening to pull their entire account.”

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A distressed man | Source: Midjourney

“You’ve never had to travel on Christmas before.” I wrapped my hands around my coffee mug, seeking warmth. “Couldn’t someone else handle it?”

“Trust me, I wish there was.” His eyes met mine, then quickly darted away. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. We’ll have our own Christmas when I get back.”

“Well, I guess duty calls.” I forced a smile, though disappointment settled heavy in my chest. “When are you leaving?”

“Tonight. I’m so sorry, honey.”

I nodded, fighting back tears. It was going to be our first Christmas apart since we’d met.

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A sad woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

That evening, as I helped Shawn pack, memories of our life together flooded my mind.

I remembered our wedding day, how his eyes lit up when I walked down the aisle, and the way he surprised me with weekend getaways. How he worked extra hours at the consulting firm to save for our dream house — the Victorian with the wrap-around porch we’d been eyeing.

“Remember our first Christmas?” I asked, folding his sweater. “When you nearly burned down our apartment trying to make a roast turkey?”

He laughed. “How could I forget? The fire department wasn’t too happy about that 3 a.m. call.”

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A man laughing | Source: Midjourney

“And last Christmas, when you got us those matching ugly sweaters?”

“You still wore yours to work!”

“Because you dared me to!” I tossed a sock at him, and he caught it with a grin. “The office still hasn’t let me live it down.”

His smile faded slightly. “I’m so sorry about this trip, darling.”

“I know!” I sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s just… Christmas won’t be the same without you.”

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A worried woman sitting on the edge of the bed | Source: Midjourney

He sat beside me, taking my hand. “Promise you won’t open your presents until I’m back?”

“Cross my heart.” I leaned against his shoulder. “Promise you’ll call?”

“Every chance I get. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

As I watched him drive away, something nagged at the back of my mind. But I pushed the thought away. This was Shawn, after all. My Shawn. The man who brought me soup when I was sick and danced with me in the rain. And the man I trusted more than anyone in the world.

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A man driving a car | Source: Unsplash

Christmas Eve arrived, bringing with it a blanket of snow and an emptiness I couldn’t shake. The house felt too quiet and too still. I’d spent the day baking cookies alone, watching Christmas movies alone, and wrapping last-minute gifts… alone.

Around 9 p.m., my phone lit up with Shawn’s call. My heart leaped.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he said, his voice oddly strained.

“Merry Christmas! How’s Boston? Did you get the client situation sorted out?”

“It’s… uh… good. Listen, I can’t really talk right now. I have to go—”

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A shocked woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

In the background, I heard what sounded like dishes clinking, muffled voices, and laughter.

“Are you at dinner? This late? I thought you had meetings?”

“I have to go!” he practically shouted. “Emergency meeting!”

The line went dead.

I stared at my phone, my hands shaking. Emergency meeting? At 9 p.m. on Christmas Eve? With restaurant noises in the background? None of it made sense.

Then I remembered my fitness tracker! I’d left it in his car last weekend after our grocery run. With trembling fingers, I opened the app on my phone.

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A woman holding a smartphone | Source: Unsplash

The location pointer blinked back at me, mocking my trust. Shawn’s car wasn’t in Boston. It was parked at a hotel right in our city, less than 15 minutes from our house.

My world stopped spinning for a moment. Then everything rushed back in a tornado of thoughts.

A hotel? In our city? On Christmas Eve?

My mind raced through possibilities, each worse than the last. Was he meeting someone? Had our entire marriage been a lie? The signs had been there… the nervous behavior, the quick departure, and the strange phone call.

“No,” I whispered to myself. “No, no, no.”

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

Without thinking twice, I raced to my car and headed straight to the hotel.

The drive passed in a blur of tears and terrible scenarios. Every red light felt like torture. Every second that ticked by was another moment my imagination ran wild with possibilities I couldn’t bear to consider.

Sure enough, there sat Shawn’s silver car, right in the parking lot when I arrived.

The sight of it — the car I’d helped him pick out, the car we’d taken on countless road trips — made my stomach churn.

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A silver car in a hotel’s parking lot | Source: Midjourney

My hands shook as I marched into the lobby, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Christmas music played softly in the background like a cruel mockery.

The receptionist looked up with a practiced smile. “Can I help you?”

I pulled out my phone, bringing up a photo of Shawn and me from last summer’s beach trip. My thumb brushed across his smiling face.

“This man is my husband. Which room is he in?”

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An anxious woman at a hotel reception area | Source: Midjourney

She hesitated. “Ma’am, I’m not supposed to—”

“Please, I need to know. He told me he was in Boston, but his car is right outside. Please… I have to know what’s going on.”

Something in my expression must have moved her. Maybe it was the tears I couldn’t hold back, or maybe she’d seen this scene play out before. She typed something into her computer, glancing at my phone again.

“Room 412,” she said and slid a keycard across the counter. “But miss? Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.”

I barely heard her last words as I rushed toward the elevator.

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An agitated woman in an elevator | Source: Midjourney

The elevator ride felt eternal. Each floor dinged past like a countdown to disaster. When I finally reached the fourth floor, I ran down the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the carpet.

Room 412. I didn’t knock… just swiped the keycard and burst in.

“Shawn, how could you—”

The words died in my throat.

There was Shawn, standing beside a wheelchair.

And in that wheelchair sat a man with silver-streaked hair and familiar eyes — eyes I hadn’t seen since I was five years old. Eyes that had once watched me take my first steps, had crinkled at the corners when he laughed at my jokes and had filled with tears the day he left.

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An older man in a wheelchair | Source: Midjourney

“DADDY?” The word came out as a whisper, a prayer, and a question I’d been asking for 26 years.

“ANDREA!” my father’s voice trembled. “My little girl.”

Time seemed to freeze as memories crashed over me: Mom burning all his letters after the divorce… moving us across the country. And me crying myself to sleep, clutching the last birthday card he’d managed to send — the one with the little cartoon puppy that said: “I’ll love you forever.”

“How?” I turned to Shawn, tears streaming down my face. “How did you…?”

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An emotional woman in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

“I’ve been searching for him for a year,” Shawn said softly. “Learned a few details about him from your mother a few months before she passed. Found him in Arizona last week through social media contacts. He had a stroke a few years back and lost his ability to walk. I drove down to get him yesterday… wanted to surprise you for Christmas.”

My father reached for my hand. His fingers were thinner than I remembered, but the gentle strength in them was the same.

“I never stopped looking for you, Andrea. Your mother… she made it impossible. Changed your addresses and moved so many times. But I never stopped loving you. Never stopped trying to find my little girl.”

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An emotional older man | Source: Midjourney

I fell to my knees beside his wheelchair, sobbing as he pulled me into his arms. His cologne, the same sandalwood scent from my childhood, wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

Every Christmas wish I’d ever made, every birthday candle I’d blown out, and every 11:11 I’d wished on — they’d all been for this moment.

“I thought…” I choked out between sobs. “When I saw the hotel… I thought…”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Shawn knelt beside us. “I wanted to tell you so badly. But I needed to make sure I could find him first. I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing you if it didn’t work out.”

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An upset young man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered to Shawn later, after emotions had settled somewhat and we’d ordered room service.

He pulled me close on the small sofa. “I wanted it to be perfect. Tomorrow morning, Christmas breakfast, your father walking… well, rolling in… the look on your face…”

“It is perfect!” I looked between the two men I loved most in the world. “Even if I ruined the surprise. Though I might have given myself a heart attack getting here.”

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An emotional woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

My father chuckled from his wheelchair. “You were always an impatient one. Remember how you used to shake all your Christmas presents?”

“Some things never change,” Shawn said, squeezing my hand.

“Remember the time I tried to convince you there was a fairy living in the garden?” Dad’s eyes twinkled. “You left out tiny sandwiches for a week.”

“I’d forgotten about that!” I laughed through fresh tears.

“I have 26 years of stories saved up,” Dad said softly. “If you want to hear them.”

“I want to hear everything.” I reached for his hand. “Every single story.”

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A man sitting in a wheelchair and smiling | Source: Midjourney

I rested my head on Shawn’s shoulder, watching as my father began telling tales of my childhood — stories I’d thought were lost forever. Snow fell softly outside, and somewhere in the distance, church bells began to ring on Christmas Day.

My father’s eyes twinkled. “Now, who’s ready to hear about the time five-year-old Andrea decided to give our dog a haircut?”

“I think what we’re all ready to hear,” Shawn said with a grin, “is how Andrea jumped to conclusions and thought her loving husband was up to no good on Christmas Eve!”

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A cheerful man laughing | Source: Midjourney

I groaned, but couldn’t help laughing. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Never,” they both said in unison, and the sound of their laughter was the best Christmas gift I could have ever received.

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An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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