My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless
Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.
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I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.
Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.
He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.
Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.
That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.
I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.
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So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.
“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”
“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”
Jess shook her head.
“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”
It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.
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“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”
Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.
“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.
It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.
Not even Rasmus.
“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.
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I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.
“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.
“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.
“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.
“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”
My heart almost stopped beating.
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How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.
Dear Brenda,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.
But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.
My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.
They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.
I needed to hear it from them.
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But my parents were just as shocked as I was.
“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”
“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”
That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.
The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.
I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.
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I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.
His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.
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“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.
Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.
So, he panicked.
“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”
As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.
So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.
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What would you have done?
My 40 Year Old Son Hired a Lawyer to Sue Me to Get My House but Karma Stepped in Harshly
It wasn’t always like this. Brian used to be kind, but losing his father changed him. My husband had been ill for some time, and although we knew the end was near, it still shattered both of us when he passed. But instead of leaning on me, Brian withdrew, growing colder by the day. After he left with everything of his father’s, I accepted that he was gone from my life. The house, once filled with memories of my husband, became my refuge. I moved forward, learning to stand on my own.
I wasn’t prepared for Brian to come back into my life, especially not like this.
Yesterday, he showed up at my door. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, hoping for a moment that he had returned to make amends. But my hope quickly faded when I saw the man standing beside him—a lawyer, with a briefcase and a cold, professional demeanor.
“This is my attorney,” Brian said flatly. “You need to leave this house by tomorrow, or we’re taking this to court.”
At first, I didn’t understand. Leave my house? The home I’d shared with his father, the place I had cared for all these years? I looked at the lawyer, hoping there was some mistake, but the truth was clear. My son was suing me for my own home.
“You’re suing me for the house?” I whispered in disbelief.
“That’s right,” he replied without hesitation. “It belongs to me now.”
The lawyer stood silent, but something about him tugged at my memory. As I glanced at him, he gave me the slightest wink—a gesture only I caught. My heart raced as I realized why he seemed so familiar.
“James?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He smiled softly, nodding. “It’s been a long time, Mary.”
It all came flooding back. James was my high school sweetheart, the boy I once loved before life took us in different directions. And here he was, standing in front of me, working as my son’s lawyer. But there was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t on Brian’s side.
“I think we should have a private conversation,” James said, turning to Brian. “Just a few minutes to clarify some things.”
Brian shrugged, rolling his eyes as he headed back to his car. “Fine. Make it quick.”
As soon as Brian was out of earshot, James leaned in. “I can’t believe how he’s treating you,” he said, his voice filled with concern. “But don’t worry. We can stop him. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into.”
I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. “He wants to take my home, James. How did it come to this?”
James sighed. “I know it’s hard. But trust me, he’s in way over his head. Let me handle this. We’ll give him a wake-up call tomorrow.”
The next morning, James returned to my house, this time with a bag of freshly ground coffee beans. “I thought we could start the day with a good cup of coffee,” he said with a grin. We sat in the kitchen, sharing stories and memories as we waited for the moment to confront Brian.
When the time came, James pulled out his phone and dialed Brian’s number. The arrogance in Brian’s voice was unmistakable. “What now?” he asked, sounding impatient.
“Brian, we need to talk,” James said calmly. “I want to explain exactly where you stand in this situation.”
Brian snorted. “I know where I stand.”
“No, you don’t,” James replied evenly. “You’re trying to sue your mother for her house, but you’re standing on shaky ground. What you did after your father’s death—taking his belongings without permission, selling them—that’s theft, Brian.”
There was a long pause. Brian was stunned. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” James said firmly. “You sold things that didn’t belong to you. If you go through with this lawsuit, we’ll bring everything to light. You could face legal consequences far worse than just losing the case.”
I could almost hear Brian’s panic on the other end of the line. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
“Drop the lawsuit,” James replied. “Walk away before this gets any worse. If you do, we’ll make sure nothing else happens. But if you push forward, you’ll regret it.”
Another long silence followed, and I held my breath, waiting for Brian’s response. Finally, he muttered, “Fine. I’ll drop it.”
As James hung up, I let out a sigh of relief. He smiled at me, his usual easygoing demeanor returning. “Sometimes, all it takes is the truth.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said with a wink, reaching for his coffee cup.
In the end, Brian was stopped not by anger or revenge, but by the truth. And maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be. Karma had done its work, and I realized that sometimes, all it takes is a little patience—and an old friend—to set things right.
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