I Followed My Fiancé on His Sudden Business Trip Right Before Our Wedding and Discovered the Heartbreaking Truth

Two days before my wedding, my fiancé Robert dropped a bombshell—he had to leave for a sudden trip. Something felt off, and when a call from his boss didn’t add up, I followed him. What I uncovered wasn’t what I expected, leaving me questioning trust, love, and the man I was about to marry.

When I turned thirty, I couldn’t help but feel a growing fear that I might never get married. I worried that love had passed me by. But here I was—just two days away from becoming a wife.

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It felt like a dream. I was about to start a new chapter with Robert, the man who had stolen my heart and shown me what love could truly be. Robert was everything I’d ever wanted: smart, sweet, and endlessly kind.

Even when I was upset, he could make me laugh with his silly jokes or warm smile. I felt complete.

But that joy wavered the moment Robert walked into the bedroom. His uneasy expression stopped me cold. Something was wrong.

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“What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as I noticed his troubled expression.

Robert hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Katherine, I’m so sorry, but I have to go on a work trip.”

“What?” I said, my brow furrowing. “But our wedding is in two days.”

“I know,” he said, his voice soft. “I promise I’ll be back in time. Maybe even the night before the wedding.”

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“Are you serious right now? You’re leaving me alone at a time like this?” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it.

Robert sighed and stepped closer. “I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important. Everything is already planned, so nothing should go wrong. I’m sorry it’s happening this way, but I really have to go.”

“But why?” I asked, feeling the heat rising in my face. Words failed me as I tried to keep my emotions in check.

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Robert pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly. “I hate doing this to you, but we have our whole lives ahead of us. I’ll always be there for you, Katherine.”

“Who’s going with you?” I asked, my voice quieter now.

“Travis. That’s why it’s so important,” he said. I knew Travis was his boss, and I understood. Still, I wanted to scream like a child. But I swallowed it. I was an adult, after all.

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“Fine,” I said after a long pause. “But think about how you’re going to make this up to me while you’re gone.”

Robert chuckled softly, his lips brushing my forehead. “Alright,” he said. Then, he turned and began packing.

Robert moved quickly, folding clothes and placing them into his bag. I stayed on the bed, watching him silently, hoping he’d change his mind. Each item he packed felt like a step farther from me.

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My eyes wandered to the edge of the bed where his plane tickets sat. The destination caught my attention.

I didn’t think his company worked in that city. Maybe they were expanding, I thought, trying to convince myself it made sense.

When he finished, I walked him to the door. He hugged me tightly, kissed me goodbye, and left. Minutes later, my phone buzzed.

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Seeing Travis’s name made my heart jump. Why was he calling? Had something happened to Robert?

“Hello? Is everything alright?” I asked, my voice trembling as I clutched the phone.

“Everything’s fine,” Travis said calmly. “I just wanted to let you know I won’t be able to make it to your wedding. I’ll be out of town on a business trip. But I’d still like to send you and Robert a gift. How can I get it to you?”

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My stomach tightened. “Wait, Robert will be back by the wedding, right?” I asked, feeling a knot of confusion.

“Katherine, I’m not sure what you mean,” Travis said, sounding puzzled. “I would never send Robert on a trip this close to his wedding. Did he say I did?”

I froze, struggling to think of a response. “Oh, no. I must have misunderstood,” I said quickly. “I’ll let you know about the gift.”

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“Okay,” Travis said, his tone uncertain. “Let me know if you need anything.” Then he hung up.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my bag, my wallet, and my coat, leaving behind everything else. My mind raced as I drove to the airport.

Robert had lied to me. I didn’t know why, but I needed answers. The uncertainty was unbearable.

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My hands trembled as I booked a ticket for his flight. Luckily, there were still seats available.

At security, I fumbled to pull off my shoes and jacket, feeling like everyone was staring at me.

Once through, I tucked my hair into a hood and put on sunglasses. I scanned the waiting area, and then I saw him.

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Robert sat near the gate, his head down, staring at his phone. I positioned myself far enough away to stay unnoticed but close enough to follow.

When the flight was called, I let him board first. My heart pounded as I followed him onto the plane, keeping my distance.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I had to know the truth. The flight felt endless. Every time Robert shifted in his seat, I wondered what he was thinking.

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When we landed, I spotted him again and followed him outside. He hailed a taxi, so I did the same.

“Follow that car, but keep your distance,” I told my driver, who gave me a curious glance but nodded. My pulse quickened as we drove.

The car stopped in front of a small house in a quiet neighborhood. I asked my driver to pull over a few houses away and paid him quickly.

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Hiding behind a tree, I watched as Robert got out of the taxi. He hesitated at the door, then knocked.

I held my breath, watching closely. After a moment, the door opened, and someone stepped forward.

From my position behind the tree, I couldn’t see who it was, but their silhouette made my chest tighten. Then, to my disbelief, Robert stepped inside.

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I stood there for a moment, frozen. Summoning my courage, I crept closer to the house.

My hands shook as I peeked through a nearby window, my breath fogging the glass. What I saw made my knees buckle.

Robert was inside, sitting with a woman I didn’t recognize. He leaned in and hugged her, the way he always hugged me.

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Tears blurred my vision, streaming down my face as my heart shattered into pieces. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, frozen and trembling. The sound of the front door opening snapped me back to reality.

Panicked, I ducked into the bushes, crouching low to stay hidden. From my hiding spot, I watched Robert step outside, his expression unreadable. He climbed into another taxi and left without looking back.

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Gathering every bit of courage I had, I stepped out of my hiding spot and approached the door. My legs felt shaky, and my chest was tight as I raised my hand to knock.

After a few moments, the same woman I had seen earlier opened the door. She looked at me with concern, her gaze softening when she noticed the tears streaming down my face.

“Are you alright? How can I help you?” she asked gently, her voice calm.

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I swallowed hard, my words barely forming. “I’m Robert’s fiancée,” I said, my voice trembling. “In two days, I’m supposed to be his wife.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh,” she said, her hand moving to the doorframe as if to steady herself. “Please, come in.” She stepped aside, motioning for me to enter.

She led me into the kitchen, where she pulled out a chair for me and handed me a glass of water.

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I sipped it slowly, my hands trembling. She sat across from me, her expression still kind but cautious.

“I know how this must look,” she said after a moment of silence. “But I promise, it’s not what you think. My name is Liz. I’m Robert’s first love.”

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. “That doesn’t make it better,” I said, gripping the glass tightly. My thoughts were a whirlwind of anger and confusion.

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Liz sighed and leaned forward, her tone steady. “He didn’t cheat on you, if that’s what you’re worried about. When Robert was younger…he wasn’t the same man you know now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

“Our relationship wasn’t healthy,” Liz said simply. “There were things he needed to fix in himself. He came here to apologize.”

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“Apologize? Why now? Why before our wedding?” I asked, my chest tightening again.

“Because he didn’t want to carry the weight of his mistakes into his future with you,” Liz said. “He told me he loves you deeply. He wanted to make peace with his past so it wouldn’t affect your life together.”

I shook my head, my voice shaking. “Why didn’t he tell me? Why lie?”

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Liz gave me a small, understanding smile. “We all have things we carry. Some we share, and some we don’t. I’m happily married now, with two kids. Robert talked about you like you’re his whole world. You’ll make each other happy. We were never meant to be happy together, but you and Robert will be.”

I nodded slowly, unsure of how to feel. Liz offered to let me stay until my flight.

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Meeting her family, I saw the love in her eyes for her husband. It reminded me of how I felt about Robert. Slowly, I began to calm.

I arrived home just as the first light of dawn was breaking. Robert was waiting by the door, his face full of worry. The moment he saw me, he pulled me into a tight hug.

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“Katherine, where were you?” he asked, his voice tense. “I was so worried. I called you so many times, and you didn’t answer. I thought something had happened.”

I hesitated, unsure of how to begin. “It’s not… I don’t know what to say,” I finally admitted.

Robert stepped back slightly, his hands still on my shoulders. “Then let me start. I lied to you,” he said. “I wasn’t on a work trip—”

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“I know,” I interrupted, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, his face filled with regret. “I’m sorry for lying. I should’ve told you, but I swear I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know,” I said softly. “And I’m sorry too.”

Robert frowned. “Why are you apologizing?”

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“Because I doubted you,” I said, my voice trembling. “I followed you after Travis called and told me you weren’t with him. I went to Liz’s house. I talked to her. She explained everything.”

Robert’s face softened. “Katherine, I love you,” he said. “Only you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

I felt a weight lift from my chest. “I know. Now I’m sure of it,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him.

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Family Gathers for Dinner at Grandma’s, Only to Face Shocking Inheritance Revelations — Story of the Day

Camilla is headed to her grandmother’s 80th birthday dinner, where family tensions and secrets are set to unravel. As they gather for the first time in years, old rivalries ignite, hidden truths surface, and a sudden twist leaves them all reeling.

Camilla and her husband, Scott, were driving to a family dinner at her grandmother’s house. For the first time in years, the entire family was together.

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They had come from different cities because it was Grandma Eleanor’s 80th birthday, and she insisted they all attend. Scott parked the car, and they stepped out into the cool evening air.

“I still don’t get why we’re here,” Scott grumbled as they walked to the front door.

“It’s Grandma’s birthday,” Camilla replied. “She wants to see us all together. She’s the only kind person in our family. I couldn’t say no.”

“I get that, but I could be working right now. You know we need the money more than ever,” Scott complained.

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“It’s just one evening.” Camilla patted her stomach, her loose sweater concealing her figure. “Do you think they’ll notice?”

“They shouldn’t. Even I wouldn’t if I didn’t know,” Scott responded.

“Good. I don’t want Mom to know yet. Maybe I’ll tell Grandma at the end of the night,” Camilla said.

“It’s your choice, honey. I’m here for you,” Scott said, giving her a gentle hug.

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They heard another car parking. Turning around, they saw Camilla’s brother, Michael, and his wife, Stacy, getting out of their car.

“Hey! Wait for us!” Michael shouted, running over.

“Sweetie, I can’t run! I’m in heels!” Stacy whined, catching up slowly. Camilla and Scott exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. It was clear Stacy was with Michael for his wealth, once she even said it herself.

“Can we go in now?” Scott asked. They all approached the door, and Camilla rang the bell.

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A moment later, the door opened, and a joyous Eleanor stood there. “My darlings! I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed, hugging each of them. They walked into the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited, laden with food.

“Why did you make so much? You could’ve waited, and we would’ve helped,” Camilla said.

“Stop it. I enjoy doing this,” Eleanor replied. They all sat at the table.

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“Mom isn’t here yet?” Michael asked.

“She said she wasn’t sure if she could make it,” Eleanor said sadly.

“Typical. She never has time for us,” Camilla remarked.

“Stop it. She’s our mom,” Michael responded.

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“Just because you’re her favorite doesn’t mean anything! She hasn’t even wished me a happy birthday in years!” Camilla snapped.

“Not everyone can be perfect like you!” Michael shouted back.

“She always put her acting career before us! She still does! And look who’s talking about perfection – the owner of several restaurants!” Camilla yelled.

“I worked hard for that!” Michael shouted.

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“Let’s calm down a bit,” Scott suggested.

But Camilla didn’t hear him. “You just got lucky Uncle decided to give the restaurants to you!” she screamed.

“You’ve always been jealous of me!” Michael yelled.

“Jealous?! Of what?! That you’re completely alone, and your wife’s with you only for the money?!” Camilla screamed.

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“As if your situation is any better! Your husband can’t even find a decent job! And how long have you been trying to have a kid? Five? Ten years?” Michael yelled.

“Go to hell!” Camilla screamed.

“Enough!” Eleanor shouted, standing up. “You’re acting like children! I brought you here to have a nice dinner on MY birthday. And I was even thinking about what to do with the inheritance.”

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“What inheritance?!” Michael and Camilla asked in unison.

“The one your grandfather left, and I will leave too. But you can forget about it. You don’t know how to appreciate what you have. I’m not leaving you anything until you learn to value it!” Eleanor declared.

“Wait! What do we need to do to get the inheritance?” Michael shouted after her.

“Convince me you deserve it,” Eleanor said, walking away.

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Camilla started feeling unwell and stepped outside, holding and gently rubbing her stomach. After a few minutes, Michael joined her.

“So we might get an inheritance,” he said to Camilla.

“We might have if you hadn’t ruined everything as usual,” Camilla replied.

“Me? You started it,” Michael said defensively.

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“Michael, I need this inheritance. I really need it,” Camilla said.

“I need it too,” Michael retorted.

“You have restaurants! Leave me something!” Camilla snapped.

“Business isn’t going well, and Stacy threatens to leave if I don’t fix it,” Michael said.

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“That might be good for you,” Camilla said. “I’m not backing down. Scott and I need the money badly right now.”

“And what are you going to do?” Michael asked.

“Prove I deserve the inheritance,” Camilla said, walking back into the house.

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“Hey! That’s not fair!” Michael shouted, following her.

Camilla found Eleanor in her bedroom. “I’m sorry we ruined your celebration with our fighting,” Camilla said.

“It’s not your fault. Your mother didn’t raise you to be friendly,” Eleanor replied.

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“Do you want something? Food? Drink?” Camilla asked.

“Is this how you want to prove you deserve the inheritance?”

“Scott and I really need this money right now,” Camilla said, placing a hand on her stomach. “Because—”

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Michael barged in, interrupting, “Don’t listen to her. She’s lying about me.”

“We weren’t talking about you,” Eleanor said. “Camilla, you were saying?”

“No, nothing important. I’ll tell you later,” Camilla said, not wanting Michael to hear.

“Do you need anything, Grandma? Let me help you with something,” Michael offered.

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“If you think sucking up to me will get you the inheritance, you’re wrong,” Eleanor said. “Let’s go back to the table and continue dinner.”

The three of them returned to the dining room, where Scott and Stacy were still sitting, and saw that Margaret, Camilla and Michael’s mom, had arrived.

“My darlings! I’m so happy to see you!” Margaret said, hugging Michael and then Camilla. “You’ve gained some weight, Camilla,” she commented, making Camilla roll her eyes. They all sat down.

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“Michael told me you’re discussing inheritance. Am I in the list of heirs?” Margaret asked.

“So that’s why you came. Not surprised my daughter only wants money from me,” Eleanor said.

“Not at all. I came for your birthday,” Margaret said.

“Sure, I believe that,” Eleanor replied.

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“I think we should discuss the inheritance,” Michael said, holding Stacy’s hand. “We believe it should go to us.”

“Why you?” Scott asked.

“When was the last time you visited Grandma?” Camilla asked.

“We live far away; it’s hard to get here,” Michael replied.

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“We also live far away but visit at least once a month,” Camilla said.

“I sent groceries to Grandma!” Michael shouted.

“I helped her around the house!” Camilla shouted back.

“I called her every week!” Michael yelled.

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“I called her every day!” Camilla screamed.

“I think the inheritance should go to me as the oldest,” Margaret said.

“No!” Camilla and Michael shouted in unison.

“Oh!” Margaret said, clutching her chest.

“Grandma, are you okay?” Camilla asked.

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“Yes, just…” Eleanor didn’t finish her sentence and fainted. Camilla rushed to her.

“Grandma! Grandma! Call an ambulance!” Camilla shouted, then grabbed her stomach and screamed.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked nervously.

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“It’s starting,” Camilla said.

“What’s starting? Labor?” Scott asked.

“Yes,” Camilla said, screaming again.

“You’re pregnant?!” Michael asked, shocked.

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“I’m going to be a grandma!” Margaret exclaimed.

Scott called an ambulance, and they took Camilla and Eleanor to the hospital. The rest gathered to drive to the hospital in Michael’s car.

“Let’s take my car,” Michael said.

“Fine,” Scott replied.

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“Michael, maybe you shouldn’t go. You know I hate hospitals,” Stacy said.

“What? My grandma is sick, and my sister is giving birth,” Michael said.

“But I don’t want to go,” Stacy said.

“Then stay,” Michael said.

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Michael, Scott, and Margaret drove after the ambulance.

Camilla was in the delivery room, almost ready to give birth but refusing to until she heard about Eleanor.

“What’s happening with Grandma?!” Camilla screamed. “Tell me about my Grandma!”

Scott sat beside her, holding her hand. “Please, calm down. The baby is the priority now.”

“There’s no time to wait. We need to deliver,” the doctor said.

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“What’s happening with my Grandma?!” Camilla screamed.

The doctors calmed her down, and she delivered a healthy baby girl. She held the baby when Michael and Margaret entered the room.

“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Michael said. “I’m sorry for everything I said at dinner.”

Margaret looked upset. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” she asked Camilla.

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“I didn’t want you to be in her life and then disappear like you did with me and Michael,” Camilla said.

“You’re right. I wasn’t a good mom. But maybe I can be a good grandma,” Margaret said.

“Let’s take it slow,” Camilla replied. “Do you know what’s happening with Grandma?”

“Camilla…” Margaret hesitated. “You need to rest and not stress.”

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“What happened to her?” Camilla insisted.

“Her heart stopped,” Michael said. “The doctor said it had been bad for a while. I think that’s why she wanted us all together.”

Camilla started to cry, and Scott hugged her.

A doctor entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but we found something in Eleanor’s belongings. I think you should see it,” the doctor said, handing Michael a folded note. Michael brought it to Camilla, and they read it together.

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I know our family isn’t the closest, and I wanted to change that. I hope it can happen with you, but I have more hope for the new generation. Camilla, I know you’re pregnant, even though you tried to hide it. I’m so happy for you and Scott. That is why I want my great-grandchild to inherit everything I have. Teach this child to love and protect our family, as it’s the most important thing we have. Michael, it’s time to leave Stacy. Margaret, it’s time to learn to be a mother and a grandmother. I love you all very much and hope you know that. Learn to love each other too.