‘I’m against It!’ Older Man Stops Wedding, a Minute Later Cops Arrest Groom – Story of the Day

While standing in the church with the man she loved the most, a young woman looked at the priest when he asked if anyone had a problem with the marriage. Suddenly, an elderly man barged into the church, telling the priest he was against the wedding.

“You’re gorgeous!” Myron told Hilary minutes after meeting her at a party for the first time.

Hilary felt butterflies in her tummy when she saw him look at her from head to toe. It had been ages since a man last complimented her, and she couldn’t recall what it felt like when a man held her hand while looking into her eyes. Her last relationship was nothing short of miserable because of her ex’s anger issues.

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However, meeting Myron at her friend’s party gave her a ray of hope. It made her feel she could try her luck again and date this man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

Myron stayed by her side the entire evening, cracking jokes while telling her everything about him. He wanted to impress her during their first meeting because he thought she was the perfect girl for him.

The following day, Myron and Hilary met in a park, discussing their interests, goals, and life problems while walking together. Their discussion only made them grow closer, compelling Myron to ask her for a date the next day.

“Hilary, I think you are the girl I have been looking for all this time,” Myron said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What?” Hilary’s hands went to her face, covering everything except her glistening eyes and forehead. She couldn’t believe the man she had met two days ago wanted to start a relationship with her.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Myron repeated his question, looking into Hilary’s eyes.

“Yes!” she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Myron.”

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Hilary was delighted to start a relationship with him because her last relationship had left her heartbroken. She believed Myron’s love would help her heal, unaware he was keeping secrets from her.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds.

Soon, Hilary introduced him to her parents, and he took no time to win their hearts. He told them he had lost his parents at a young age and missed them a lot.

“Don’t worry,” Hilary’s mother said. “We are your parents now, okay? You can share everything with us. We’re always here to support you!”

Hilary felt relieved when her parents accepted her boyfriend. Their approval made her believe she had made the right choice by dating him and thought she was ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

The couple dated for five months before Myron made his next move. He took Hilary to an expensive restaurant on a date and knelt while everyone looked at him.

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“Hilary, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share all my happiness and sorrows with you,” Myron said. “Will you marry me?”

While others in the restaurant gasped, Hilary couldn’t believe Myron had proposed to her in front of so many people. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw him on his knees, looking straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Yes!” Hilary said as she held his hands and pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him while tears trickled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe the man she loved the most wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Since Hilary was head over heels in love with Myron, she didn’t feel that everything was happening too quickly. A man she had only known for five months suddenly wanted to be her life partner, but she couldn’t sense that the timing of his proposal was too odd.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds. They thought it was strange of Myron to propose to her too soon, but their suspicions vanished when they talked to him and saw how much he admired their daughter. Soon, the couple began preparing for their wedding, unaware that fate wouldn’t allow them to tie the knot.

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During the preparations, Hilary noticed many things about her soon-to-be husband that she had never seen before. During one of the discussions, she noticed Myron was interested in the material side of things.

“I’m so excited about all the stuff people will bring us!” he said, his eyes sparkling with greed.

“There’s going to be a lot of expensive gifts. I can’t wait!”

Although Hilary did not say anything to him then, she thought it was strange of him to think about the gifts. She wanted him to talk about their relationship, future, and how they would support each other after marriage, but it seemed like Myron was interested in other things.

“I guess he’s just acting immature,” Hilary thought, unaware of Myron’s plans.

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A few days before the wedding, Myron came to Hilary’s house and told her something she wasn’t expecting. “I think we should have a prenuptial agreement. What do you suggest?”

“Yes, I think that’s a smart decision,” Hilary said after a moment’s thought. “We should be prepared for the worst.”

“Exactly!” Myron exclaimed. “I think we should add a clause that states that if you initiate a divorce, you would have to pay up a fortune!” he chuckled coldly.

She thought it was strange of him to bring up a prenup, and she couldn’t be entirely sure if he was joking about it.

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Later that day, Hilary called her lawyer and asked about the clause. She thought Myron was acting selfish, but the lawyer assured her this clause was quite common.

“Don’t worry, Hilary,” the lawyer said. “The same rule would apply to Myron if he initiates divorce.”

“He would pay me the same amount?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” the lawyer replied.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. Most people add this clause to their prenup agreement.”

Hilary felt relieved after talking to her lawyer and felt terrible for thinking Myron was greedy. She called him and said she was ready to sign the prenuptial agreement. However, another strange incident made her doubt his intentions.

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A few days later, Hilary was cleaning Myron’s cupboards when she stumbled upon a divorce certificate with Myron’s name. “What is this, Myron?” Hilary immediately confronted him. “You never told me you were married!”

“Hey, calm down!” he replied. “It’s not what you think. Trust me.”

“How much more are you hiding from me, Myron? We are getting married in a few days!” Hilary yelled.

“Listen to me,” he held her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. “This marriage was a mistake. I was young and impulsive when I married this woman. It’s in the past now and means nothing to me!”

“Why should I believe you?” Hilary rolled her eyes and looked away.

“I swear this marriage means nothing to me,” Myron said. “All I want to do is forget about it, and that’s the only reason I never told you about it. Trust me, honey.”

“I’m marrying you in a few days, and I have no idea who you are!” Hilary started crying. “I’m starting to doubt my decision now.”

“Come on,” Myron hugged her. “You know how much I love you. Why would I ever lie to you, my love? Stop crying, please.”

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Once again, Myron cleared Hilary’s doubts through his magical words. He convinced her he wasn’t keeping any secrets, but the truth was otherwise.

“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle.

A day before the wedding, Myron was talking to someone on the phone at Hilary’s place.

“If you mess it up, I won’t be able to vouch for myself!” he whispered, unaware that Hilary overheard him.

Once he hung up, she asked him who he was talking to. “What you said sounded so suspicious!” she said. “What’s going on, Myron?”

“That was my ex-girlfriend,” Myron rolled her eyes. “She was threatening to show up at the wedding.”

“Really?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” Myron said confidently. “She has lost her mind or something.”

Yet again, Myron had managed to deceive her, though Hilary’s heart grew restless with each pang of doubt and suspicion. Little did he know she would learn about his true intentions sooner than he expected.

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Hilary woke up early on her wedding day and started getting ready. She was excited to marry the man of her dreams but had no idea what awaited her inside the church. She couldn’t wait to see what her groom looked like.

Once she was ready, she went to the church with her family and was delighted to see how well everyone had dressed up for her big day. All her friends and family were waiting for her to walk down the aisle and stand beside Myron.

She walked down the aisle holding her father’s hand while everyone looked at her. Once she reached the altar, the priest began reading the wedding vows. Then, he asked the guests if anyone was against the marriage.

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“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle. “I can’t allow Myron to marry this innocent girl.”

Suddenly, the guests started whispering amongst themselves while Hilary gasped in shock. She looked at Myron, who was staring at the man angrily.

“I warned you, Myron, didn’t I?” the man grumbled. “You refused to listen to me, so now you must bear the consequences.”

Suddenly, a team of police officers barged into the church while Myron tried to escape. However, he couldn’t get away because the police had surrounded the church from all sides. They arrested and dragged him outside while Hilary kept asking Myron what was happening.

“Where are they taking him?” she cried. “What have you done, Myron? Why don’t you stop them?”

Hilary collapsed on the ground and cried hysterically.

Why did he do this to me? Why did he play with my feelings? Hilary thought she would faint from the pain of what was unfolding.

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Then, the man who had canceled her wedding walked toward her. “I’m so sorry for what you are feeling right now,” he said. “The police arrested Myron because he was accused of repeated fraud.”

“What?” Hilary gasped. “But how do you know that?”

“I’m Myron’s estranged father,” the man said. “You can call me Mr. Brown.”

“But he said his parents had passed away,” Hilary was shocked.

“I know he keeps lying to girls,” Mr. Brown said. “He cut ties with me when I discovered he was a professional gigolo and was looting girls by marrying them for money.”

“What?” Hilary couldn’t believe her ears.

“I tried my best to stop him, but he never listened,” Mr. Brown said. “I had given up on him until the police knocked on my door one day asking me if my son lives here.”

“Myron had given my address everywhere because he knew the police would come after him,” Mr. Brown continued. “I got so sick of this but knew he wouldn’t stop. His mother cheated on me the same way.”

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It turned out that Mr. Brown had contacted Myron to warn him when he learned about Hilary. The father wanted his son not to play with Hilary’s feelings, but Myron refused to listen.

“It was you who called him yesterday?” Hilary asked. “He lied to me that it was his ex-girlfriend.”

“It was me,” Mr. Brown said.

“I called him, but he didn’t listen to me. So I had to call the police.”

Whatever Myron did in the past few months started making sense to Hilary. She finally understood why he had been acting so strangely.

“Thank you for saving me, Mr. Brown!” she said. “I owe you for saving me from getting robbed.”

Soon, Myron’s case was taken to court, and the judge ordered him to compensate every woman he had conned. A few months later, Hilary received her share of the settlement but decided not to keep it.

“This is for you, Mr. Brown,” she said while handing him the money. “Thank you for saving me!”

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What can we learn from this story?

  • You can’t get away with deceiving people. Myron thought he would keep marrying women for money, unaware he would soon get caught. He wouldn’t have conned multiple women if he knew his father would send him to jail one day.
  • Sometimes, you have to take a difficult step for your loved ones. It wasn’t easy for Mr. Brown to send his son to jail, but he did it because he wanted to teach Myron a lesson.

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I Returned Home with My Daughter Only to Find Out My Husband Had Disappeared — the Reason Left Me Speechless

They say life can change in an instant. For me, that instant came on a Tuesday evening when I returned home from the park with my four-year-old daughter to find our apartment eerily quiet and my husband’s closet completely empty.

Have you ever had that feeling where your whole world shifts beneath your feet? Where everything you thought you knew suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore?

That’s exactly how I felt when I found that note from my husband, telling me he’d only return if I fulfilled “one request.”

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

I used to think I had a pretty good handle on my life.

At thirty, I had what most people would consider the whole package. A beautiful daughter, a stable marriage, and a cozy apartment in the city.

Sure, Jordan and I had our moments, like any couple married for six years, but we always worked through them.

I thought my life was going well until that Tuesday evening when my world came crashing down.

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A woman standing near a window | Source: Pexels

“Mommy, can we go to the park?” Grace asked that afternoon, her big brown eyes pleading with me as she hugged her favorite stuffed rabbit. “Please? I want to show Mr. Hoppy the new swings!”

I smiled, setting aside the pile of laundry I’d been folding. “You know what? That sounds like a perfect idea.”

The park was just a few blocks from our apartment, and Grace chatted the whole way there about her day at daycare.

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A black fence in a park | Source: Pexels

“And then Emma shared her cookies with me at snack time, and Miss Sarah said my drawing was the prettiest!”

“That’s wonderful, sweetie,” I laughed, swinging our joined hands between us. “Was it another unicorn drawing?”

“No, silly! It was our family,” she said. “You and me and Daddy and Mr. Hoppy!”

We spent nearly an hour at the park, Grace conquering the slide at least twenty times before I gave her several final pushes on the swings.

The late afternoon sun was starting to dip when I finally convinced her it was time to head home.

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A girl blowing bubbles in a park | Source: Pexels

“But Mommy, just five more minutes?” she begged.

“Come on, munchkin. We need to start thinking about dinner.”

The first sign something was wrong came when we reached our floor. The door to our apartment was slightly ajar, which was unusual. Jordan was always careful about security.

“Jordan?” I called out as we stepped inside. “Hey, are you home early?”

Silence.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

“Grace, honey, why don’t you go put Mr. Hoppy in your room?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice casual despite the growing unease in my stomach.

Something felt off.

As soon as Grace disappeared down the hall, I headed straight for our bedroom. But the sight that greeted me made my heart stop.

Jordan’s side of the closet was completely empty. His dresser drawers hung open, cleared out. His laptop was gone from his desk, along with the framed photo of us from our honeymoon that usually sat beside it.

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A desk in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

My hands were shaking as I noticed the piece of paper on his pillow. The message was brief, written in Jordan’s familiar scrawl.

I will return only if you fulfill ONE REQUEST.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, the note crumpling slightly in my trembling fingers. What was happening?

Jordan and I had argued about him working too much just last week, but we’d made up. Everything had been fine. Normal. Hadn’t it?

“Mommy?” Grace’s small voice came from the doorway. “Where’s all Daddy’s stuff?”

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A little girl looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I quickly stood up and forced a smile.

“Hey sweetie. Daddy… Daddy had to go away for a little while. But it’s okay. We’re okay.”

As I pulled her into a hug, I wondered if I was trying to convince her or myself. Either way, I had a sinking feeling that nothing was really okay at all.

My first instinct was to call Jordan’s cell. With Grace playing in her room, I paced our living room, listening to the rings until his voicemail picked up.

“Jordan, where are you? What’s going on? Please call me back immediately.”

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

I tried messaging him on every social platform we used, but nothing helped. After an hour of silence, I started calling his friends.

“Hey Mike, it’s Kathryn,” I said when his best friend answered. “Have you heard from Jordan today?”

“Kathryn? No, haven’t talked to him since last week’s game night. Everything okay?”

“I… I don’t know. He’s gone. Like, really gone. His clothes, his laptop… everything’s gone, and he left this weird note about coming back if I fulfill some request.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

There was a long pause. “What? That doesn’t sound like Jordan at all. Have you called Tom or Steve?”

I called everyone I could think of, but nobody had heard anything.

Finally, with my hands shaking, I dialed his parents’ number.

“Linda? It’s Kathryn,” I tried to keep my voice steady. “Is Jordan with you?”

“Jordan? No, honey. Is something wrong? You sound upset.”

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An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“He’s… he’s gone. I came home and all his things were gone. He left a note saying he’ll only come back if I fulfill some request, but I don’t know what he wants. I can’t reach him anywhere.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Linda’s voice rose with concern.

“Robert!” I heard her call to Jordan’s father. “Robert, come here. Something’s happened with Jordan.”

“We haven’t heard anything from him,” Robert’s gruff voice came on the line. “This isn’t like him at all. Have you called the police?”

“I… no, not yet. I kept hoping he’d call or come back or…”

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A woman talking to her in-laws | Source: Midjourney

“Call them,” Robert interrupted firmly. “Right now. We’re coming over.”

I ended the call and dialed 911, my voice cracking as I explained the situation. Within thirty minutes, two officers were at our door – Officers Martinez and Chen according to their badges.

“Ma’am, can you tell us exactly what happened?” Officer Martinez asked, notebook in hand.

I recounted everything while Officer Chen examined the apartment.

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A close-up shot of an officer’s uniform | Source: Pexels

Grace had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from the park and confused by all the commotion.

“And there were no signs of forced entry?” Officer Chen asked.

“No. He must have just… packed up and left while we were at the park.”

“Any recent arguments? Financial troubles? Signs of depression?”

I shook my head. “Nothing unusual. We had a small argument last week about his work hours, but we resolved it. Everything seemed fine.”

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A woman talking to a police officer | Source: Midjourney

They took down all the information, but I could tell from their expressions that there wasn’t much they could do. Jordan was an adult who had left of his own accord.

“We’ll file a missing persons report,” Officer Martinez said gently, “but since there’s no sign of foul play…”

“I understand,” I whispered.

The next three days were a blur. I barely slept, jumping every time my phone buzzed. Jordan’s parents helped with Grace while I made more calls, checked our bank accounts, and tried to piece together any clues I might have missed.

Then came the doorbell on that third day.

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A person ringing the doorbell | Source: Pexels

I rushed to answer it, hope surging in my chest, only to find a plain brown package on our welcome mat.

My heart pounded as I picked it up, already knowing somehow that it was from Jordan.

The package had a DNA test and a letter. I quickly took the letter out and read it.

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A close-up shot of a handwritten letter | Source: Pexels

Dear Kathryn

I know this may come as a shock, but I need to know the truth. I’ve always suspected something.

Recently, I was looking through some old college photos of yours, and I saw your best friend from back then. As I looked at the picture, I couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance between her and Grace. Same hair color, same eyes, same nose.

I started wondering if Grace was not really my daughter.

I’m sorry, but I need you to do a DNA test for Grace. I can’t continue without knowing.

If you send me the results and they confirm I’m her father, I’ll return. If not, I can’t come back.

Please, send the results to the address below.

I couldn’t believe it.

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A woman holding a letter | Source: Midjourney

Eight years together, and this was what he thought of me? Of our daughter? All because Grace happened to look like my old college friend?

I sat at our kitchen table, staring at that letter until the words blurred.

“You want proof?” I whispered to the empty room. “Fine. You’ll get your proof.”

I went ahead and did the DNA test. Not because Jordan wanted it. Because I wanted to prove how wrong he was.

I quickly took a cheek swab while Grace was sleeping. She barely stirred when I did it. Then, I sealed the sample and sent it for testing.

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A woman sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

While we waited for the results, I threw myself into keeping life normal for Grace. But at night, after she was asleep, the anger would come rushing back.

“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” Grace asked one morning over breakfast.

I smoothed her hair, fighting back tears. “I’m not sure, sweetie. But you know what? You and me… we’re going to be just fine.”

“Like Emma and her mommy?” she asked, referring to her friend from daycare whose parents had divorced last year.

“Maybe,” I said softly. “We’ll figure it out together.”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

When the DNA results finally arrived, I wasn’t even surprised. Of course, Jordan was Grace’s father. I’d never had a single doubt.

But as I held those results in my hands, I realized something important. Proving Jordan wrong wasn’t going to fix what he’d broken.

I sat down at my laptop and began typing.

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A woman typing a letter | Source: Pexels

Dear Jordan,

Here are your precious DNA results. Congratulations! You’re officially Grace’s biological father. But you know what? It doesn’t matter anymore. A real father wouldn’t abandon his daughter over a paranoid suspicion. A real husband wouldn’t disappear and leave his family in panic. A real man wouldn’t hide behind notes and packages instead of having an actual conversation.

You wanted the truth? Here’s the truth: We don’t need you. I don’t want someone who could throw away eight years of love and trust because our daughter happens to look like my old friend. Grace deserves better than a father who could doubt her very existence. I deserve better than a husband who could think so little of me.

Don’t bother coming back. We’re done.

-Kathryn

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I sent both the results and my letter to the address he’d provided. Then I blocked his number, called a lawyer, and started the process of filing for divorce.

That evening, as Grace and I sat coloring at the kitchen table, she looked up at me with those innocent eyes and asked, “Are you sad, Mommy?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“No, sweetie,” I replied, realizing it was true. “I’m not sad. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is say goodbye to something that’s not good for us anymore.”

She nodded sagely, in that way only four-year-olds can, and went back to her coloring.

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A child coloring a rainbow | Source: Pexels

It’s been a week now, and I haven’t heard anything from Jordan. Maybe he’s ashamed. Maybe he’s angry. Maybe he’s relieved.

Honestly, I don’t care anymore. His disappearing act showed me exactly who he was, and his ridiculous demand proved what he thought of me.

Some people might think I’m being too harsh, cutting him out completely. But tell me, what would you do if someone you loved disappeared without a word, put you through days of panic and worry, only to demand a DNA test based on a photo resemblance? Would you take them back? Or would you do what I did and choose your own peace of mind?

All I know is that Grace and I are going to be just fine.

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A woman sitting on the floor | Source Midjourney

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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.

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