Man marries high school sweetheart the same day he caught her cheating with her boss | tracey folly

*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events as told to me by a family member who experienced them firsthand; used with permission.

Their wedding day was a disaster.

My cousin married his high school sweetheart. It was supposed to be a special day filled with joy and love, but it was filled with heartbreak instead.

On the morning of the wedding, the bride’s hairdresser called my cousin to inquire about the whereabouts of the bride herself. My cousin had spent the night alone in his apartment, and his fiancée had supposedly spent the night at her mother’s house.

As it turned out, that wasn’t the case.

My cousin told the hairdresser that his bride-to-be texted him an hour ago and said she’d already left her mother’s house for her hair appointment, but according to the hairdresser, she never arrived.

That was the first sign that something wasn’t quite right.

The hairdresser called my cousin back five minutes later and asked him if he had any idea where his betrothed could have gone before her appointment.

“I just called her mom,” the hairdresser told him, “and she said she didn’t spend the night at her mom’s house after all. She said something about a change of plans.”

My cousin felt stumped. If there was a change of plans, no one had told him about it.

So where was the missing bride?

My cousin called everyone on his contacts list to ask if anyone had seen her, but his inquiries turned up nothing. I wasn’t worried yet; he didn’t jump to conclusions and imagine that something horrible had happened to her.

He knew her too well for that.

It wasn’t the first time she had spent the night somewhere other than his apartment or her mother’s house, with no explanation.

He had a sinking feeling the wedding wasn’t going to happen.

His phone rank. It was one of his fiancée’s friends from work with a tip. “I think I know where she is,” she told my cousin. “I’m sitting outside the house now, and I see her car parked in the driveway.”

“Whose house?” my cousin asked.

“Our boss,” the woman replied. “I’ll give you the address.”

My cousin drove to the house and pounded on the door. He was unsurprised when his fiancée answered with her hair in total disarray.

“You should have kept your appointment with the hairdresser,” he told her. “Get in the car.”

“I was just saying my last farewell to a good friend,” his fiancée insisted. “Don’t worry. I’m still marrying you.”

My cousin wasn’t worried, but he should have been. He drove his future bride to the hairdresser, and the wedding happened right on time.

All the wedding guests knew exactly what had happened. Gossip spreads fast in our family.

My cousin and his wife got divorced within months of getting married, and somehow, I was the one who ended up with their wedding album, which is filled with photos of a couple that appears happy and deeply in love. It’s a lie. I keep the wedding album as a reminder that things aren’t always as they seem, and just because a couple looks happy in a photograph doesn’t mean they are happy in real life.

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