I Walked up to My Groom at the Altar – All of a Sudden, a Woman in White Dress Appeared behind His Back

After six months of dating, Chris proposes to Beth. His enthusiastic family runs with the wedding planning — only to include unorthodox items on the program, causing Beth to leave her wedding.

For my 25th birthday this year, my boyfriend, Chris, whisked me off to Hawaii.

It was a fairytale because we had only been dating for six months, and I wasn’t expecting anything. But then, Chris proposed to me on the beach — I said yes, swept away by the enchantment of the moment, although I knew that six months of knowing someone was not enough before marrying them.

Little did I know that fairytale was about to unravel into more drama than I had signed up for.

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Beach proposal | Source: Pexels

I wasn’t one of those girls who spent hours dreaming up their wedding. So when Chris’s family, fueled by their eagerness and involvement, took complete control over every detail of the wedding, even offering to foot the bill — I allowed it.

I’ll admit that there were moments when I felt sidelined, especially when I said that shades of blue for the color scheme weren’t my cup of tea.

But contributing to their enthusiasm was the better option than fighting with them.

Then, the big day arrived, and I was completely calm about everything — knowing that Chris’s Mom and sister had sorted everything out. I wasn’t close to my family, so other than my father, they didn’t play any big roles.

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Blue wedding decor | Source: Pexels

“Beth,” his Mom, Leeanne, said, fixing my hair. “I want you to walk down the aisle with your eyes closed.”

“What? Why?” I exclaimed, already thinking about tripping over something while walking.

“I can barely walk properly in these heels with my eyes open,” I chuckled.

“It’s just tradition,” Leeanne said. “I did it, too. The whole thing is about seeing your husband first — the first thing out of the darkness.”

“He’s supposed to be the light,” Chris’s sister, Maggie, giggled.

The whole thing sounded strange. It wasn’t anything I had heard of before, but I also knew that people always came up with superstitions and stories.

“I wouldn’t have to wear a blindfold and mess up my make-up, right?” I asked.

“No, just close your eyes and hold onto your father’s hand tightly,” Leeanne said.

When I told my Dad what I needed to do, he laughed, thinking I was joking.

Pair of glittery Jimmy Choo heels | Source: Unsplash

Pair of glittery Jimmy Choo heels | Source: Unsplash

It was absurd, of course. But my wedding only got worse from there.

At the altar, I opened my eyes, expecting the loving gaze of my fiancé, but I got way more than I bargained for.

Chris smiled at me, and after a second, another sight sent shockwaves through me — a woman in a white dress stood behind him.

I couldn’t tell whether he knew she was there from his expression. I wondered who she was, but the murmurs around me revealed her identity — Julia, Chris’s first wife.

“Chris, what’s happening?” I whispered, pointing to Julia. My voice was barely audible amidst the collective gasps.

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Woman standing in white dress | Source: Pexels

But before either Chris or I could process this bizarre twist in the ceremony, Leeanne walked down the aisle, holding onto a little boy’s hand. Every face turned to look toward them.

Then, Julia stepped forward and held her arms open for the boy, ready for him to walk in.

“This is Eli,” she said, looking at me. “He’s six years old, and he is autistic. He’s the best part of me, but he’s also part of Chris. Elizabeth, this is our son.”

“But he wouldn’t tell you that,” Maggie chimed in from next to me — she was one of my bridesmaids.

“Did you know about Eli?” Maggie asked.

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Boy covering his face | Source: Pexels

I shook my head. The air had become dense with emotion. The crowd’s eyes were on me, but my gaze was fixed on Chris, desperate for an explanation, an excuse, a denial, anything.

But there was none. Instead, he fingered his watch nervously, guilt undeniable on his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded, my voice shaking.

“I didn’t know how,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact.

I turned to look at Eli, who was holding tightly onto Julia’s hand and looking around the room. I could clearly see Chris’s features all over his face.

“You let me believe that your divorce was admirable and that there were no ties to Julia,” I said. “But you abandoned your family. You abandoned your son.”

“He abandoned Eli when he found out that he was autistic,” Maggie said loudly.

My heart sank. How could I have almost married a man who was so thoughtless and cold? He left his son behind because of something that he was born with.

As the truth unfolded, I felt I was drowning in the weight of everything. Leeanne, upon discovering that Chris wanted to remarry, had orchestrated this dramatic revelation.

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Man holding his tie | Source: Pexels

“You’re too young, Elizabeth,” she said. “You’re too young to be caught up in his mess. He couldn’t care for Julia, so she cared for herself and Eli. Chris has disappointed me in many ways, but nothing will make up for the neglect of his own child.”

It turned out that my wedding was just a harsh, public lesson aimed at a man who had turned his back on his responsibilities.

I kicked off my heels, handed them to Maggie, and walked away from the altar — not as a bride but as a woman who had narrowly escaped a life bound to deceit.

The experience was painful — sure, it had only been six months of knowing Chris, but I knew what I had felt for him was real. That’s why it hurt so much when I found out the truth.

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People holding passports | Source: Pexels

In the aftermath, I took time to focus on myself. I decided I needed to travel and live life while still young. I needed more bad romances and horrible dates before figuring out who I wanted to be with.

I just knew one thing for sure — I didn’t want to be with someone like Chris. A man who lied about having a son — a son that was rendered invisible to him because he was autistic.

I’m just grateful that the only thing I had to pay for was my wedding dress — which had been returned three days after the so-called wedding.

Even now, when I think about the entire episode, I admit I’m not mad about it all. Leeanne did what she needed to do. And she did it to protect me and that sweet little boy.

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Little boy with red hair | Source: Pexels

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I overheard my husband asking our 4-year-old son not to tell me what he saw – Days later, I uncovered the shocking truth myself

After four miscarriages and plenty of plain to overcome, Paige and her husband, Victor, finally welcomed a child in their life.

The two were a great couple who knew what worked for them and what didn’t. After every miscarriage, Victor assured Paige that everything would be all right eventually, and that if they couldn’t have a baby of their own, they could always consider other options. His words were always comforting.

When baby Mason was welcomed into the world, it felt like all those shattered dreams had finally pieced themselves together. He became the center of his parents’ lives and they put him above everything else, including their careers.

Being a chief executive with a clothing brand, Paige needed to travel a lot because she was involved in every step of the product designs.

This didn’t bother her much because she knew Victor was a wonderful father who took great care of their child whenever she was away from home.

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When Mason turned four, Paige knew he was about to enter pre-school soon so she decided to limit her work trips in order to be able to spend more time with him.

One time, Paige was away from home for three days, and once her work was done, she was eager to get home to her family and give her son a hug. Little did she know that this time would be different.

As she entered, the house was strangely quiet, with faint shuffling noises coming from upstairs.

Victor’s voice was hushed but urgent — the same urgency that Mason associated with misbehavior and bedtime.

“Buddy, you’ve got to promise me one thing, okay?” Victor said.

“Okay,” Mason muttered innocently. “What is it?”

“You’ve got to promise me that you won’t tell Mom what you saw.”

“But I don’t like secrets,” Mason said. “Why can’t I tell Mommy?”

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Victor let out a deep sigh — its echo seemed to ripple through the house, as if carried by the air.

“It’s not a secret, Mason,” he said. “But if we tell Mommy, it’s going to make her sad. Do you want Mommy to be sad, buddy?”

“No, I don’t,” Mason answered.

At that moment, pretending she didn’t hear a thing, Paige yelled, “Mason! Victor! Mom’s home!”

“What’s going on?” she asked, as Mason leaped into her arms.

“Nothing, honey,” Victor said, winking. “Just a boys’ chat. Welcome home.”

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Since Victor was the perfect husband and father, Paige tried to convince herself that the conversation she overheard was truly nothing important. She thought to herself that Victor probably gave Mason too many sweets or let him eat junk food, and that’s what they tried to hide from her.

However, letting it go seemed harder that she thought.

The week that followed and the trip she had to take were both a blessing and a curse for Paige. As much as she loved her job, the thought of leaving Mason saddened her profoundly. She only found solace in the photos Victor sent her, and one of those photos brought more questions than answers.

In one of the photos showing Mason playing with his toys, Paige spotted blue shows she had never seen before. They weren’t hers, yet they were there in her living room.

Paige decided to scroll through each of the photos Victor has ever sent her, and she did find more evidence of someone being in their home while she was away. Was it a nanny he hired to take care of their son? If yes, she had a very expensive taste.

This time, Paige decided to return home without telling Victor. She wanted to surprise him.

Once home from her trip, she entered straight to Mason’s room who had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes.

“Dad’s not downstairs?” she asked, as she could hear noises coming from the bedroom. “Mommy, don’t go in there. You’ll be sad,” Mason warned her.

In the bedroom, Victor was in bed with another woman. “Paige!” he exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “It’s not what you think!”

“Do I look that stupid?”

The woman took her clothes and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

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The ensuing confrontation was a whirlwind of tears, accusations, and heartbreak. Victor attempted to deny everything, relying on his charm. Paige knew that if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she might have fallen for his lies.

“I have nothing else to say to you,” Paige said.

“What did you expect, Paige?” Victor asked.

The woman fled the house and Paige was left to confront the man she no longer knew.

“You’re never here,” he lashed out. “You’re never around. And when you’re home, you spend all your time on Mason or working. What about me?”

He tried to portray himself as a victim. “I need human contact, too,” he said. “And I don’t know what you get up to when you’re flying all over the country. I bet you’ve got stories, too.”

“No, Victor,” she said. “I’m not you. My vows meant something to me.”

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Eventually, Paige asked Victor to move out and filed for divorce. Reflecting on that conversation between him and Mason that she had overheard, Paige realized the signs were always there, but she tried to ignore them because she only saw the good in her soon to be ex-husband.

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