On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Serene’s wedding takes a shocking turn when two police officers arrive with news about her fiancé. But as the truth unravels, Serene discovers a gift, and a love, beyond her wildest dreams.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Our wedding day. But instead of saying “I do,” I found myself standing frozen in the middle of the wedding hall as two police officers walked straight toward me, holding a photo of my fiancé.
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“Ma’am? Do you know this man?” one of them asked.
Now, let’s rewind.
I met Andrew six months ago at an art gallery my friend dragged me to. I’d gone reluctantly, expecting to spend the evening sipping overpriced wine and nodding at abstract paintings I didn’t understand.
“Come on, Serene,” Mimi said. “Let’s just throw ourselves into a life of cultural antics. First an art gallery, next the theatre. Please!”
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“Fine,” I said, giving in. “I wasn’t planning on doing anything else for the night, anyway. But if I don’t enjoy it…”
“Then I’ll take you for some Thai food before we head home. I promise,” Mimi said.
So, I got dressed and out we went.
And there he was.
Andrew.
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Tall, with messy dark hair, flecks of paint on his hands, and the kind of smile that makes you forget your own name.
He was showing some of his work that night, a series of dreamy, surrealist landscapes that immediately caught my attention. When I wandered over to one of his paintings, he appeared beside me.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Honestly? It’s beautiful. Breathtaking,” I said, looking at him instead of the canvas.
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From that moment, we were inseparable. Andrew was unlike anyone I’d ever dated before. He didn’t care about money or status. He didn’t even own a car.
He was happy with dates including food from vendors and long walks. And he lived in a tiny studio apartment with canvases stacked to the ceiling.
But he was kind, passionate, and wildly talented.
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“Serene,” he called softly. “Don’t move, the light is perfect.”
Andrew was painting me, or trying to, but I kept wanting to move around. I was restless, and I felt unsettled. Like something was coming, but I didn’t know what.
And I was right. Except I had no reason to feel so on edge.
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Andrew proposed that evening, after us being together officially for only four months. My heart said yes before my brain could even catch up. How could I have said anything other than ‘yes’? The man I loved was on one knee, a bouquet of wildflowers in my hand, and the most beautiful and unusual ring on my finger.
It was meant to be.
My father, on the other hand, was furious.
“You’re marrying a man you’ve only known for six months,” he said, pacing the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hands.
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I was having dinner with my parents, eager to tell them the news. Andrew was supposed to come with me, but at the last moment, inspiration struck, and he had to get his paints out.
“A man who has nothing to his name except some paintbrushes and a dream,” my father shouted. “Do you really think he loves you for who you are, Serene? Or is he after the money that you come with? Our family fortune!”
“Andrew isn’t like that!” I argued. “He doesn’t care about money. He loves me for me. Not everything is about you, Dad. Not everything is about money.”
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My father wasn’t convinced at all. He refused to give us his blessing, and although my mom tried to stay neutral, I could tell she wasn’t thrilled either.
Still, I believed in Andrew.
The morning of the wedding was chaotic but exciting.
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My parents were at the venue early, managing the last-minute details while I was upstairs getting ready with my bridesmaids.
“Do you think your dad will behave today?” my maid of honor, Lisa, asked as she curled my hair.
“I hope so,” I said, fiddling with my engagement ring. “He’s been better lately. I think he’s starting to come around.”
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But as the ceremony time approached, something felt off. Andrew was nowhere to be seen.
“Have you heard from him?” Mimi asked, her voice tight with concern.
I shook my head.
I’d called him three times already, but there was no answer. The ceremony was supposed to start at 2 p.m., and now, forty-five minutes later, the whispers among the guests were getting louder.
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Just as I was about to call him again, the doors to the hall burst open, and two men in police uniforms walked in.
The room fell silent.
“Ma’am,” one of them said, striding toward me. “Do you know this man?”
My knees almost gave in as he held up a photo of Andrew.
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“Yes,” I said, my voice trembling. “That’s my fiancé. That’s Andrew! What’s going on? Is he okay? Has there been an accident?”
The officer exchanged a look with his partner before continuing.
“We’re sorry to inform you, but your fiancé has been apprehended. He broke into your family’s estate earlier today while everyone was here and attempted to rob the house.”
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The room erupted into chaos.
“What?!” I gasped, shaking my head. “That’s impossible. Andrew could never…”
“I warned you!” my father’s voice thundered across the hall, cutting through the noise. He was already marching toward me, his face red with a mix of anger and vindication.
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“This is exactly what I said would happen. Andrew is a con artist! And now, he’s made a fool out of you in front of everyone. In front of your own family and friends, Serene!”
My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear the officers as they explained that Andrew had been caught on the outskirts of the city, trying to flee.
They invited me and my parents to come with them to the scene.
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“Of course, I’m coming too,” my father declared, grabbing his coat. “Let’s see what this scammer has to say for himself.”
The ride to the scene was unbearable, my wedding dress felt heavy and uncomfortable.
My father kept muttering under his breath about how he knew this would happen, and how I should’ve listened in the first place.
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“You were too damn naïve for your own good, Serene,” he spat.
I sat in silence, staring out the window, my engagement ring feeling heavier by the second.
When we arrived, the officers didn’t take us to a police station. Instead, they pulled up outside an old warehouse on the edge of town.
“What is this?” my dad asked, narrowing his eyes.
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“This is… an unusual case,” one officer replied cryptically, opening the warehouse door.
The moment I stepped inside, I froze.
There were tins of paint everywhere. Old paintbrushes strewn around. It felt like Andrew’s studio.
There, on a massive wall that stretched across the entire warehouse, was a mural.
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A breathtaking, larger-than-life graffiti painting of a bride and groom. The bride was unmistakably me, with my dark curls and white wedding dress, and the groom, Andrew, was holding my hand, smiling like the happiest man alive.
In the corner of the mural were the words:
Forever yours, Andrew.
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Before I could fully process what I was seeing, Andrew stepped out from behind a canvas, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Surprise!” he said, grinning nervously.
“What… what the hell is this?” I stammered, tears already welling up in my eyes.
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“It’s my wedding gift to you, Serene, my love,” he said, gesturing toward the mural. “I wanted to give you something that would last forever, something that showed how much I love you. The police officers are actors, I hired them to play along. I know it’s a bit dramatic, but I wanted to make today unforgettable.”
My dad, who had been standing in stunned silence, finally spoke.
“You mean to tell me this was all… a prank?”
Andrew nodded.
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“Yes, sir,” he said. “I’m sorry for the scare, but I wanted to show you and everyone else that I’m serious about marrying your daughter.”
For a moment, my dad just stared at him. Then, to my shock, he chuckled.
“Well, I’ll give you this,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’ve got talent. And guts. I still don’t fully trust you… but you’ve earned my respect today.”
Andrew smiled.
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What the actual heck?
“No! This is not okay!” I shouted. “Andrew! We’re supposed to be getting married right now! What on earth were you thinking? I’ve been calling you! Seriously?”
Andrew’s eyes widened.
“I know, I know, Serene,” he said. “But it’s the muse that called. When I started the mural, I had to finish it. You understand, don’t you? You know how it is, my love.”
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I wanted to be angry. I wanted to remain upset and scream until I felt better. But I didn’t know how to be upset with Andrew. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I ran to my fiancé and threw my arms around him, laughing and crying all at once.
“This is the best wedding gift I could’ve imagined,” I whispered.
“Good,” he said, holding me close.
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We all returned to the venue together, where Andrew explained the entire thing to our bewildered guests. My dad even raised a toast to Andrew during the reception, admitting that he might’ve misjudged him.
It turns out, sometimes love isn’t about perfect timing or logic. It’s about trust, creativity, and a little bit of risk.
And Andrew?
My goodness, he didn’t just become my husband. He was the masterpiece I never saw coming.
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After our wedding, we lazed in a hotel room, eating strawberries covered in chocolate.
“I was scared,” I admitted. “When you didn’t answer my calls or show up at the wedding, I was… scared. I thought that my father had finally run you out of town.”
“Oh, Serene,” he said, smiling. “Nothing will send me away from you.”
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“I have a wedding gift for you, too,” I said.
“What is it?” he asked, reaching for a bottle of champagne.
“When we get home, I want you to pack your studio up. I’ve bought you a space, just for your art. Your own studio. It’s bigger, and the lighting is beautiful… and there’s a gallery attached to it. So you can show off your artwork whenever you want.”
Andrew was quiet for a moment, and I wondered if I had overstepped.
“That’s… everything to me, Serene. You’re my muse, you know that, right?”
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Rich Groom Mocks Poor Mother-in-Law on Wedding Day Until She Takes Mic and Gives a Toast — Story of the Day
A groom mocked his bride’s poor mother because she came without an invitation. But when she shocked everyone after taking the mic and giving a wonderful toast, that’s when he learned a lesson he never imagined.
“I can’t believe she showed up,” Ethan grumbled under his breath while holding his bride’s hands. They were on the altar, and he had just noticed that his mother-in-law, Ada, had just walked in and sat down in the last row. He thought his future wife, Dalia, didn’t invite her mother.
“Please, Ethan. Let it go,” Dalia said quietly. She bit her lip and was waiting for her groom to make a scene, but he sighed and tried to contain himself.
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The truth is, Ethan didn’t want Dalia’s mother there for several reasons, and he didn’t understand why she had appeared. He didn’t hate the woman, but she shouldn’t be there. She didn’t belong. She scared him.
***
Ethan’s family was from old Connecticut money. The kind of money that never runs out, even through generations. Unlike the rest of his family, Ethan had fallen in love with Dalia without considering the future or how much money she had. Normally, his family arranged marriages with other affluent families or with convenient people.
The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside and his jaw dropped.
However, as soon as he saw the hard-working law student at Yale during their first Torts class, Ethan fell in love. She was feisty and was not afraid to speak her mind, and he was hooked immediately.
When they started dating, he was sure that Dalia had to come from money too. She never wore expensive clothes or anything, but she held herself up like the women in his family.
Some people believed the highly wealthy showed off their riches with clothes, cars, and other fancy things. But like that saying, “Money talks, wealth whispers,” the women in Ethan’s family were not flashy or ostentatious with their wealth, although they did take advantage of their privileges. He was sure that Dalia had to come from riches somehow.
He was completely blindsided when she told him the truth. She was a scholarship student who worked all her life to get to where she was. Her mother was a laundress for many wealthy families in the area and raised her alone.
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He was not too proud to admit that he almost broke up with Dalia at that point. He didn’t think they would work, and he also felt that she might have taken an interest in him because everyone at school knew him and his family.
“I don’t care about your money at all, Ethan. But I can’t stop you if you don’t want to be with me. Go date someone from your country club or whatever,” Dalia had scoffed at him when he told her his concerns.
“I don’t want a country club girl, Dalia. But it’s a genuine concern. Isn’t it for you? Do you think you’ll fit in?” he asked her sincerely.
“Please, I’ve dealt with snobby rich people looking down on me and my mother all my life. I don’t need this from you. In fact, my mother even told me you were not the one for me, so maybe she was right,” Dalia commented, shrugging, and grabbed her purse to leave his apartment.
“What? What do you mean? Wouldn’t any mother want their daughter to date a rich man?” Ethan questioned, baffled at the idea that a single, poor mother could hate him.
“Not my mom. She raised me to be independent. Ethan, I love you for you. But if you don’t believe that, we don’t have to be together,” Dalia continued and was almost out his door when he stopped her.
“No, please. Stay. Let’s talk,” he begged, and Dalia stayed.
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They agreed to continue dating, but the idea that Ada hated him never left Ethan’s mind. Unbeknownst to him, he started to fear the woman.
All the women he had dated before Dalia had mothers who were ecstatic with the idea of Ethan becoming part of their family. It was a given. He was the perfect bachelor. He had a stellar reputation in the community. He was smart. He had a steady future laid out for him. In short, he was a mother-in-law’s dream.
But not to Ada, who he refused to meet for years, making excuses every time Dalia tried to introduce them.
When he proposed, and she agreed, Dalia finally asked why he didn’t want to meet her mother.
“I just… don’t want to. I also don’t want her at our wedding. She won’t have a good time, and my family will mock her for her job and everything. It’s for the best, Dalia,” Ethan lied to his fiancée, not knowing how to express the truth. He still didn’t understand the truth.
“But I can’t get married without my mother, Ethan. She’s my world,” Dalia insisted.
“I’m meant to be your world now. So it’s either my way, or we don’t get married,” Ethan said, putting his foot down.
Dalia was not happy about it and tried to bring up the subject many times afterward. However, he didn’t budge, and eventually, she stopped saying anything. He thought that meant she wouldn’t invite Ada to the wedding.
***
However, the woman showed up. Ethan recognized her as soon as she got closer because he had seen her in Dalia’s pictures. She was dressed in what looked like a cheap new dress and was smiling. Ethan looked down and tried to focus on the pastor’s words.
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When the ceremony finished, they smiled and posed for pictures for the family. But when they went into a private room, he wanted to scream at his new wife.
“Please, don’t. I never agreed not to invite my mother. She is my mother. You get to have all your family here, and I also have a right to do so. So deal with it. You don’t have to be chummy with her or anything. But you’ll meet with her and act politely, or I’ll file for annulment immediately!” Dalia warned, her hands on her waist and looking stern.
“Fine,” Ethan muttered unhappily.
They exited the private room and went to the reception, where they were greeted by family, friends, and tons of people who came to congratulate them.
It wasn’t until an hour later that Dalia finally brought her mother to Ethan and introduced them for the first time.
“Mom, this is Ethan. I’m sorry you didn’t get to meet earlier,” she said, her tone a bit ashamed.
“Nice to meet you, dear. I wish you would’ve come to my house at some point. I wanted to cook for you and meet you personally,” Ada said, smiling brightly.
Ethan swallowed hard and shook the older woman’s hand. “Hmm, I’m sorry about that. Maybe after the honeymoon,” he responded, knowing he would do anything never to keep that promise.
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“Excellent,” Ada smiled, and Dalia smiled too.
The whole situation should’ve been entirely expected, but it wasn’t. Not for Ethan. He felt pressure in his chest. He felt fear. He realized he was intimidated by Dalia’s mother. But why?
She was a laundry woman, skinny, poor, and frail. He had dealt with ruthless business people who dealt with his father and had already faced nail-biting situations as a lawyer. So why was he afraid of this old woman?
She was just his mother-in-law, and he had nothing to fear. Nothing. Literally. He tried to calm down, but the feeling didn’t go away.
At some point, Dalia went with her bridesmaids to dance, and the groomsmen joined Ethan. He didn’t realize Ada was nearby when the boys started talking about his new mother-in-law.
“Yeah, well, Dalia comes from nothing, but now she has me. She can forget her old life. I didn’t want to invite that poor old woman, but what can I do?” Ethan mocked, and his buddies laughed. They were all rich too.
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“Yeah, well, Dalia doesn’t have to worry about money ever again with you, dude,” his friend, Austin, laughed, and the pressure on Ethan’s chest eased with the banter. They continued to mock the poor old lady, although she had been nothing but pleasant to Ethan in their brief encounter. He never expected what she would do next.
***
A few hours into the party, it was finally time for the speeches. Ethan’s best man and Dalia’s maid of honor spoke first. They were their friends from their Yale days. However, Ethan’s chest tightened again when he saw Ada getting up on stage and taking the microphone.
“Good evening, everyone. I’m Ada, Dalia’s mother, and I also want to give a toast. Can you believe that I just met the groom today? Well, he didn’t want to meet me, apparently. He was mocking me with his buddies earlier this evening,” the older woman started, and Dalia turned to Ethan with a sharp look.
“Well, I’m sure you all know I don’t come from this amazing wealth. I actually don’t have much money, but I did my best with Dalia. She is my pride and joy; she loves Ethan more than anything, and I know she doesn’t care about money. That’s how I raised her,” Ada continued. “And I’m glad to know that everyone here accepted her, even with her background. Thank you for that… Now, I have a gift for the newlyweds. Can you come here, darlings?”
Ada signaled for Ethan and Dalia to join her on stage, and the older woman produced an envelope. The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside, and his jaw dropped.
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Dalia asked him about it, and he could only whisper, “She bought us a house.”
“With all my hard work and years of scrimping, I managed to buy my daughter a house. Nearby, actually, and I hope you can start your family there. I love you, Dalia. And I hope, Ethan, that in time, you can love me too,” Ada finished, and the whole room erupted in cheers, standing for the woman.
Dalia hugged her mother and cried terribly, not caring that her makeup was running. When they separated, the poor older woman turned to her new son-in-law with a tentative grin.
Ethan was sweating, and his eyes had watered. “I’m so sorry,” he choked. “Thank you.”
Ada only grinned wider and hugged him to her chest. She had forgiven him easily. There was no animosity in her heart for Ethan. Her daughter loved him, and she had to believe it was because he was a good man.
As Ada held him in his arms, Ethan realized something. He was afraid and intimidated by this older woman because… she made it all on her own.
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The people in his life had been rich for generations. He didn’t know a businessman, friend, or colleague who was self-made. His friends were wealthy. His colleagues too. Dalia was self-made, but she somehow always seemed like old money.
Ada, however, was a thoroughly average – almost poor person – and she was there. She had successfully raised a thriving daughter and had spent all her hard-earned money on a house even though he knew she didn’t have one of her own.
Ethan couldn’t understand how someone could make it in this world without all his privileges, so he was afraid to be near her. He couldn’t measure next to her. He would crumble in her circumstances. He would fail. He was… nothing… without his money, and the realization was staggering.
“Son, don’t think about it twice. You’re forgiven. We’re family now. Just… make my daughter as happy as you can,” Ada said in his ear so no one else could hear, and he promised himself he would do that.
When they separated, the party started. Ethan’s parents thanked Ada for the house and they talked all night. Ethan apologized to Dalia for mocking her mother; his bride was just as understanding as his new mother-in-law.
“I will never do something like that again, and your mom will be invited to our house and all our events all the time,” he promised as they danced the night away.
Dalia nodded. “You bet she will.”
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They went on their honeymoon, after which they moved into the house Ada bought them. It was huge for newlyweds, and even Dalia couldn’t believe how her mother had afforded such a luxurious place.
As they furnished the house, Ethan realized he didn’t want to stand in his father’s shadow or his family’s extensive wealth for the rest of his life. He decided to quit his job and start his own practice with Dalia, where they helped lower-income clients with their cases. His life was no longer about money; for the first time, he felt complete.
Money had driven his every move forever; now, it felt like he was cleared of it. He stopped caring about luxuries, vacations, fancy cars, or even his wealthy friends. Those things didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Dalia, Ada, his family, and the interests of his clients.
Years later, during a special anniversary dinner, Ethan’s father, Ferdinand, pulled him aside and told him how proud he was of him.
“I was going to kick you out of the practice back then after Dalia’s mother talked about you mocking her, but then you quit, and I couldn’t have been more surprised. What you’re doing now… is unbelievable. It’s what you dream of doing when you’re a young lawyer who only wants justice for the world,” Ferdinand said in a serious, heartfelt tone. “I thought I had raised a spoiled boy. But you are my pride and joy.”
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Ethan smiled at the words, similar to what Ada had said about Dalia at their wedding, and once again, he felt whole. As he watched his family enjoying the dinner and each other’s company, he understood that this was worth more than all the money in the world.
What can we learn from this story?
- It’s never right to make fun of people due to their financial or social status. Ethan mocked his mother-in-law only to realize why he did it and how wrong of him it was.
- Money is important to survive, but it’s not everything. Ethan discovered that life was more than your paycheck or how much money your family had when he married Dalia and met Ada.
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