Standing in my wedding dress, abandoned at the altar by my childhood friend, I thought my world had shattered. But when the church doors swung open and a familiar face stormed in, everything changed in an instant.
I was preparing to marry Nick, feeling a storm of emotions. My father, looking proud, said, “You look beautiful, Ingrid.” I didn’t love Nick, but I felt trapped. As my father walked me down the aisle, Nick suddenly turned and left without a word.
Before I could process what was happening, the doors swung open with a loud bang. Michael, my high school love, strode in. “Will you marry me?” he asked. “I thought you were dead,” I stammered. Michael revealed my father’s deception, saying, “He forbade our relationship.”
Nick confessed, “Ingrid, I never wanted to deceive you. I am gay and needed a cover.” When Michael contacted him, Nick realized I deserved true love, leading him to walk out.
Michael returned for me, having built a successful IT company. He said, “I never gave up on us, Ingrid.” Despite my father’s protests, Michael vowed, “Send me the bill.” We married, our love rekindled and stronger than ever.
