Just minutes before our wedding, my fiancé disappeared without a trace.
No goodbyes, no explanations—just gone.
Four months later, with no answers, I hired a private detective to find him.
What I uncovered revealed a truth I never expected.
You think you’re unlucky? Well, my fiancé ran away from our wedding just minutes before the ceremony was about to begin. How about that?
I guess I should give you a little more context.
Mike and I had been dating for two years before he proposed. It was very romantic.
We were walking on our favorite beach at sunset, collecting seashells, like we’d done so many times before.
At one point, Mike said, “Turn around. I found a really nice shell.
I want it to be a surprise.”
I smiled and turned away, curious to see what he had found. A few seconds passed, and I heard him say, “You can turn around now.”
I turned and froze. Mike was kneeling on one knee, holding a small box with THE ring.
My heart raced. “Paige, will—”
Before he could say more, I cut him off. “Yes!
Yes! Yes!” I yelled, my voice shaky, tears already running down my face.
Mike tried to continue. “I still want to finish.
Paige, will you—”
“Yes!” I interrupted again, not wanting to hear anything more.
So Mike hurriedly said, “Paige-will-you-marry-me?” as if afraid I would stop him again.
“YES!” I screamed, joy filling my chest.
Mike laughed, relieved. He carefully slid the ring onto my finger. I jumped into his arms, kissing him deeply.
It was perfect. I felt like the luckiest woman alive.
When I told my parents about Mike’s proposal, my dad didn’t hesitate for a second.
“I’ll pay for the whole wedding,” he said, like it was no big deal.
I tried to refuse, but arguing with my father was like talking to a brick wall. He always got his way, no matter what.
Growing up in a wealthy family, I never really fit in.
I never cared much about money or fancy things.
All I wanted was to live a simple life, so I became a veterinarian. Helping animals was what made me happy.
The wedding planning went smoothly, almost too smoothly. My dad made sure every detail was taken care of, even when I tried to keep things simple.
Still, everything came together better than I ever dreamed.
Mike and I were on the same page about everything. It felt perfect.
Finally, the wedding day arrived, and I couldn’t believe how beautiful everything looked.
We had rented a lavish estate, tucked away near a forest. It was everything I never expected—a fairytale setting.
I felt like a princess.
As I stood in the room waiting for the photographer to give us the signal, nerves began to creep in.
But when I saw Mike waiting for me, everything calmed down. His eyes filled with tears when he saw me.
“You look so beautiful,” Mike said, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Thank you, you’re not bad yourself,” I said, laughing softly. I kissed him gently, feeling the excitement build.
We went through the photo session, smiling through poses.
I felt like I was floating on air, everything falling into place perfectly.
After the photos, I went back to the room to wait for the ceremony to begin. My heart was racing with nerves, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
About ten minutes before the ceremony was supposed to start, my maid of honor, Casey, burst into the room.
“Mike’s gone,” she said, her voice urgent.
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