When Jennifer’s fiancé, Chris, postpones their wedding for a last-minute business trip, she’s heartbroken. But on her birthday, the day they were meant to marry, Jennifer spots him in town. Suspecting betrayal, she confronts him, only to uncover a life-altering secret that Chris has spent years keeping quiet.
Six months ago, when Chris got down on one knee in the park where we had our first date, I thought nothing in my entire life could feel more perfect.
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We set the date for late fall, on my birthday, no less. It felt right, like everything in my life had been leading to that moment.
Chris and I were two halves of a whole, and as cheesy as that sounds, I mean it. He was the methodical planner, thriving on spreadsheets and five-year goals, while I was the impulsive dreamer, chasing creative projects and wandering wherever life led me.
Together, we found balance.
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Or so I thought.
But then something happened that made me question everything.
A month before our wedding, Chris’s boss threw us a massive curveball. Chris had to attend a crucial business trip.
On the same day as our wedding!
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“It’s just three days, love,” Chris said, holding my hands. “I know how disappointing it is, but at the same time… this is huge for my career, Jen. There’s a promotion on the line, and it could mean big things for us. We could move into our dream home sooner, we could extend our honeymoon for longer… I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important.”
I was devastated. I mean, who wouldn’t be?
But what could I do? Reluctantly, I agreed to postpone the wedding for a few weeks. I tried to put on a brave face, telling myself that it was just a small delay along our journey.
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“Fine,” I said. “And I’ll make all the calls to the vendors and send out messages to all our guests. You focus on work and the trip, and I’ll do the rest. Okay?”
“I knew you’d get it,” he smiled.
Then my birthday arrived, the day we should have been saying ‘I do.’ Instead of getting all dressed, spending time getting my hair and makeup done to perfection, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the city.
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My bridesmaids had wanted to spend the day with me, knowing that Chris would be away, but I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to see anyone.
“Why are you acting like the wedding is canceled, Jen?” my friend Avery asked. “It’s not. It’s just been postponed.”
“I know that,” I said. “But… I can’t help the way I feel. It’s just… never mind.”
“You can talk to me, Jen,” she said softly.
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“Yes, but I don’t even know what words to use. I’m feeling deflated, I guess. That’s all. I want to be alone. But I’ll come over tomorrow, I promise.”
I cut the call and left home in my boots. The crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks as I clutched my coffee, trying to ignore the gnawing ache in my chest.
The streets blurred as I walked, my thoughts spinning. I missed Chris. I missed him terribly. And I missed what the day should have been.
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Eventually, I ended up on the outskirts of town, where a fancy boutique hotel caught my eye. Deciding I needed a drink, something stronger than coffee, I stepped inside the warm lobby.
The soft hum of voices and clinking glasses greeted me as I made my way to the bar. The bartender had just started making my drink when something, or someone, caught my eye.
There he was.
Chris.
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In a suit, standing at the reception desk, talking to the concierge.
My heart stopped.
I blinked, sure that I was imagining things. Chris was supposed to be 500 miles away on his business trip. So, what the hell was he doing here?
Before I could think, I slapped a note on the bar, paying for my untouched drink. I stormed toward the staircase where he had disappeared. My boots echoed against the polished wood as I raced upstairs, my pulse pounding in my ears.
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“Chris!” I shouted. “What is happening? Why are you here? What are you doing here?!”
He turned, startled, his face turning pale before my eyes.
“Jen! Wait!”
“No!” I said, my voice giving my feelings away. “You lied to me, Chris! You’re supposed to be on a business trip. Are you… are you cheating on me? Is that what this is?”
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His hands shot up in defense.
“No, Jen, I swear it’s not that. Just… please, come with me. I’ll explain everything.”
I followed him down the hall, my anger simmering under the surface. He stopped outside a door, pulling a keycard from his pocket.
“What’s in there? Who is in there?” I demanded.
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“Just… trust me.”
The door swung open, revealing a simple hotel room. My stomach churned as I scanned the space, expecting to see some other woman. Instead, it was empty.
Chris gestured to the armchair by the window.
“Sit down,” he said softly.
“Explain, Chris,” I said, suddenly exhausted. “Now. Please.”
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He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Jen, I’ve been working on something for a long time. For years, actually. It’s about your mother.”
I froze.
“My mother?” I echoed. “What?”
He nodded, his voice trembling slightly.
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“I know you don’t talk about her much, but I know how much it’s hurt you, love. Not knowing why she left you at the hospital… not knowing where she went or why.”
I swallowed hard, the familiar ache of abandonment rising in my chest.
“For three years, I’ve been trying to find her,” Chris continued. “I hired private investigators, scoured records, even contacted labs to trace potential matches. And… I think I found her.”
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My heart thudded in my chest.
“There’s a woman,” he said. “Her name is Margaret. She’s staying here at the hotel. I didn’t tell you because… well, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it wasn’t her. I didn’t even know how to bring it up. But a few weeks ago, we got confirmation that her story matches yours. She’s been looking for you, Jen. My PI told me.”
Tears filled my eyes.
“You’ve been doing all this for me? And you didn’t tell me?”
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He stepped closer, his voice gentle.
“I wanted to protect you. And… I wanted it to be a surprise for your birthday. If it was her, I mean.”
I sank into the closest armchair, my legs too shaky to hold me.
Two hours later, there was a knock at the door. My stomach flipped as Chris stood to answer it.
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When the door opened, a woman stepped inside.
She was tall and graceful, with streaks of gray in her dark hair. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, locked onto mine, and I felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs.
We stared at each other for a long moment, neither of us speaking.
Finally, she broke the silence.
“Jennifer?”
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My name on her lips sounded strange, foreign yet familiar.
I stood slowly, my hands trembling.
“You’re… my mother?”
Tears filled her eyes as she nodded.
“I think so. But… we should go to the lab for a DNA test, just to be sure.”
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“No,” I said, my voice firm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I don’t need a test. I know it’s you.”
It sounded stupid, I know. But I could see it all over her face. It was clear, if this woman wasn’t my mother, then she was still closely related to me.
She smiled softly, her tears spilling over.
“You look just like my mother,” she said. “I’ve been looking for you for so long.”
I blinked, confused.
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“You’ve been looking for me?”
She nodded, sitting down across from me.
“It’s a long story,” she said, her voice shaky. “Forty years ago, when I gave birth to you, there was a terrible mistake at the hospital. The nurse mixed up the babies… and I… I left with someone else’s child.”
My head spun.
“What?”
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She shook her head.
“I didn’t know the truth until years later, when my daughter, well, the daughter I thought was mine, died in a car accident. A DNA test revealed she wasn’t biologically related to me. I was devastated. And that’s when I started searching for my real daughter. For you.”
My throat tightened.
“But… my mother left me at the hospital. That’s what my foster mother told me.”
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Her face crumpled.
“I know. I think the woman who was supposed to take you home ran away when she realized the mistake. I’m so sorry, darling. You were abandoned because of what happened, and it’s all my fault. I passed out after I gave birth to you, I didn’t know any better when I came to.”
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to process everything.
Chris wrapped an arm around me, his touch grounding me.
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“You’re not alone anymore,” he whispered.
Looking at the woman in front of me, my mother, I felt a strange mix of pain and hope. After years of wondering, I finally had answers. And on my birthday, of all days.
“It’s the best gift I could have asked for,” I said softly.
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Two weeks later, we finally celebrated our wedding. My mother sat in the front row, tears shining in her eyes as Chris and I said, “I do.”
And for the first time in my life, I felt whole.
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When Jake insists on cooking Thanksgiving turkey for the first time, Jen is skeptical but supportive until the result is a culinary disaster no one at the table can ignore. But the real shock comes when she discovers the recipe isn’t Jake’s. As tensions simmer and doubts creep in, she’s forced to confront the cracks in their marriage. This Thanksgiving, the turkey isn’t the only thing leaving a bad aftertaste.
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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
At 60, I Found Love Again 9 Years After Losing My Husband – At the Wedding, My Late Husband’s Brother Yelled, ‘I Object!’
When Ellie decided to remarry at 60, nine years after losing her husband Richard, she thought her family and friends would celebrate her happiness. But as the priest asked if anyone objected, her late husband’s brother stood and shouted, “I object!” What followed was something she didn’t see coming.
For nine years, I grieved Richard’s loss and slowly rebuilt my life piece by piece. When I met Thomas, a kind widower who understood my pain, I thought I had finally found a second chance at happiness.
But not everyone was ready to let me move on.
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They say life begins at 60, and for me, it felt true.
After years of grief, I was ready to embrace love again, and when I met Thomas, my heart told me it was time to take a chance.
But before I tell you about our story, let me share a bit about my life.
Richard and I were married for 35 years, and we built a beautiful life together.
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We had three wonderful children, Sophia, Liam, and Ben. Richard was the type of guy who’d do anything to keep his family happy, and that’s exactly what he did.
He was a loving husband and an incredible father. He worked tirelessly to ensure our kids were well-fed and was always there to support us.
We had our ups and downs like every couple, but his steady presence always made me feel secure no matter what life threw at us.
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But all stories have to come to an end, right? Our story reached its final chapter when Richard was diagnosed with stage four cancer.
The doctors didn’t give us much hope, and despite trying every treatment available, the illness consumed him quickly.
I’ll never forget how he encouraged me to handle everything bravely. I was sitting by his bedside when he held my hand and looked straight into my eyes.
“Take care of the kids,” he said in a trembling voice. “Be strong for them. And don’t let this stop you from living.”
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He passed away shortly after, and my world crumbled into pieces.
The first six months after his death were the hardest. I couldn’t go to the grocery store without breaking down because it reminded me of the times we shopped together.
Every corner of our home held memories of him, and the silence at night was unbearable.
One day, I was at Sophia’s place when my grandson looked at me with his big, tearful eyes.
“Grandma, I don’t want to lose you like I lost Grandpa,” he said.
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What he said was just a combination of 11 words, but the impact it had on me was enormous. It made me realize that I couldn’t let sorrow consume me. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life feeling sad because my family still needed me.
That night, I made a promise to myself. I told myself I’d keep living and that was not just for me. It was for my family.
From that day on, I slowly started to rebuild.
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I sought help from a therapist, started attending dance classes, and even experimented with bright, colorful clothes. I styled my hair differently and embraced the parts of me I had once neglected.
“After all, this is what Richard wanted me to do,” I told myself. “He wanted to see me dress up and smile. He wanted his wife to be happy even if he wasn’t there.”
By the seventh year after Richard’s passing, I found myself smiling more often and feeling lighter. I wasn’t the same woman I had been during the first few dark months.
I was vibrant and confident, ready to embrace life again.
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A year ago, I decided to take a trip I had always dreamed of. I wanted to go see the beautiful waterfalls and nature parks, and Sophia encouraged me to go ahead.
“You deserve to live all of your dreams, Mom,” she told me.
That trip was where I met Thomas.
I’ll never forget the first time we spoke. It was a crisp morning at a small park near one of the waterfalls.
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I was sipping coffee, gazing at the water cascading down the rocks, when Thomas approached me with a warm smile.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, gesturing toward the falls.
We began talking, and before I knew it, hours had passed.
He told me about his late wife, how they had shared a life full of love but how her passing had left a void he didn’t think anyone could fill. I told him about Richard, and how, for years, I couldn’t imagine even smiling again.
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It felt like the world had paused for us at that moment.
We shared our grief and our hopes. Both Thomas and I dreamt of companionship, laughter, and love that didn’t need to replace what we’d lost but could stand alongside it.
Over the next few months, Thomas and I grew closer.
I found him to be very patient, kind, and thoughtful. He lived a few hours away from my house, but he never asked me to drive all the way there.
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Instead, he visited me whenever he could and the best part about him was that he never rushed things. He understood my hesitations, my guilt, and the little pangs of doubt that occasionally surfaced.
But with every conversation, every walk in the park, and every shared meal, I felt my heart opening again.
A year later, Thomas proposed during a picnic at that same waterfall. I was stunned but overjoyed.
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“Are you sure?” I asked him as tears blurred my vision. “You’re ready for this?”
He laughed softly and held my hands.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he said. “We deserve this, Ellie. We deserve happiness.”
As our wedding day approached, I felt like I was twenty again. I wore a beautiful dress that Thomas had selected himself.
The church was filled with golden afternoon light, and my heart was full as I walked down the aisle toward Thomas.
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My children sat in the front row, smiling as they saw me in the white dress. At that point, I felt whole.
But as I stood at the altar, hand in hand with Thomas, the moment was interrupted.
Just as the priest asked, “If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” a voice broke the silence.
“I OBJECT.”
I turned to see who it was, and that’s when my gaze landed on David, Richard’s elder brother. His face had this fierce look of disapproval.
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“I object!” he repeated, stepping forward with a pointed glare.
Murmurs rippled through the room as David walked toward the altar. Meanwhile, my heart pounded against my chest because I had no idea what was happening.
Why would David object to my wedding? What was going on?
He didn’t leave much room for guessing.
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“Look at you, Ellie!” he shouted, his voice filled with disdain. “Dressed in white, standing here as if Richard never existed. While Richard—my brother—lies in the cold ground, you’re here celebrating like none of it ever mattered. How dare you?”
His words made me so embarrassed that I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I also felt the sting of tears in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.
Instead, I took a deep breath, preparing myself to answer his question.
“Do you think I’ve forgotten, David?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. “Do you think a single day has passed where I haven’t thought about Richard?”
A woman talking to her late husband’s brother | Source: Midjourney
I looked at Thomas, who gave me a calm nod, signaling me to go ahead. Then, I turned back to David.
“Richard wasn’t just my husband. He was my best friend, the father of my children, and the love of my life. But he’s gone, and I am still here. Am I not allowed to live?”
David scoffed, but before he could reply, my daughter Sophia stood up.
“Enough, Uncle David!” she said. “Before you accuse Mom of sinning because she wanted to live her life, I want you to see something. Not just you… I want you all to see this.”
A woman at her mother’s wedding | Source: Midjourney
Then, she walked to the front of the church with a small projector in her hands. That’s when I understood what she was doing. She was about to show a video of Richard.
It was supposed to be a surprise for the reception, something my children and I had planned to honor Richard’s memory. But now, it was time.
The room grew silent as the projector flickered to life. Moments later, Richard’s voice filled the air, warm and steady, just as I remembered.
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“Ellie, if you’re watching this, it means I’m no longer here,” his voice said. “But I need you to promise me one thing. Don’t let grief hold you back. Love again, laugh again, and dance in that silly way you do. If someone else brings you happiness, hold onto them with all your strength.”
Richard had made this video for me during his last days. He’d made more videos for our kids too, and they wanted to play all of them at the reception. They believed playing the videos would make us all feel Richard was there with us, supporting us.
But my dearest Sophia decided to play this one to stand up for me.
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The guests were quiet, and I could even see some of my friends crying. But David? He wasn’t done yet.
He turned to Thomas with a stern expression on his face.
“And you,” David spat. “You think I don’t see through you? Marrying a woman in her 60s so you can rob her children of their inheritance? What kind of man are you?”
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Thomas stood tall, his voice calm but commanding. “David, I don’t need Ellie’s money. We’ve signed a marriage agreement. In the event of her death, I inherit nothing. I’m here because I love her, not because of what she has.”
David opened his mouth to speak again, but Thomas raised his voice.
“Enough!” he said. “Just mind your own business and let other people be happy. There’s nothing more left to say.”
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David wanted to argue, but he was escorted out of the church with the help of my sons.
The ceremony continued after he left, and as Thomas and I exchanged vows, the warmth and love in the room were undeniable.
And that is how I remarried at 60 and started a new chapter of my life.
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