On the Wedding Day, The Engagement was Cancelled By My Fiancé1
Jack and I had known each other for nine years and had been dating for five. Today was supposed to be our wedding day.
“Jack, if you walk out that door, this wedding is over!”
Last year, on a whim, I decided to visit a quiet old church nestled in the hills.
As I was about to leave, a priest called out to me. “Miss, it seems we are fated to meet, and I have some words for you.
“Your romantic prospects are uncertain. If your hearts truly resonate, you should consider committing soon.
“But if not, you will drift apart, each going your separate ways, never to cross paths again.”
Confused, I wanted to ask more, but the priest simply shook his head.
“May you both find joy and peace in your lives.”
Sunlight poured through the stained glass, illuminating him in a warm glow.
Those words lingered in my mind, as if they were predicting something.
But at the time, Jack and I were deeply in love, and I was sure we would be together forever.
Still, I couldn’t deny that the priest’s words quietly unsettled me over the past year.
Six months ago, Jack suddenly proposed. He knelt on one knee, holding out a sparkling diamond ring.
“I know you’ve been troubled by what the priest said. I’ve felt it too.
“But I’m not asking you to marry me because of him. I want to give you a home.
“A home that’s legally recognized. I want you to be the one who has the right to make decisions if I’m ever critically ill.
“Maya, marry me. I’m putting my life in your hands.”
He spoke with such sincerity that I was overwhelmed with emotion.
From that moment on, we began planning every detail of our wedding together.
We tried on wedding outfits, and I remember Jack couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, Maya.”
At that time, we were truly excited about our dream wedding. We personally handled every detail, from hotel tastings to selecting the gift box designs for the guests.
No matter how busy we were, we made time to do everything together.
In our spare moments, we’d talk about what we’d be like on our wedding day after knowing each other for a decade and dating for five years. I’d joke about whether I’d end up crying during the ceremony.
I would snuggle up in his arms, discussing how many kids we’d have and what we’d name them.
I thought Jack shared the same excitement and anticipation for the wedding as I did.