I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window, the morning light streaming through the curtains. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. After months of planning, stress, and excitement, my wedding day had finally arrived.
I stretched, feeling the weight of the occasion settle in my chest. In just a few hours, I would be walking down the aisle toward Grayson—the man I loved, the man who had stood by me through everything.
The suite was already buzzing with activity. My bridesmaids were flitting around, my makeup artist was setting up, and my mother was ensuring everything was in place. But just as I took a deep breath, trying to center myself, my phone buzzed.
It was Grayson.
“We have a problem,” he said, his voice tense.
My heart pounded. “What is it?”
“My parents are leaving.”
I blinked, not understanding. “Leaving? What do you mean?”
Before he could explain, there was a knock on the door. One of my bridesmaids peeked in. “Your future mother-in-law is here. And, uh… she doesn’t look happy.”
A chill ran down my spine. I hurried to the door and found Grayson’s parents standing there, bags in hand, their expressions as cold as ice.
Grayson’s mother, Linda, let out a sharp breath. “We’re leaving. We are against this marriage.”
My stomach dropped. “What? Why?”
She crossed her arms, her lips curling in disapproval. “We did a little digging last night, to get a clearer picture of the kind of wife you are. What we found out was shocking.”
I suddenly felt lightheaded. “What did you—”
“You can’t give us grandkids.”
My breath hitched. I hadn’t expected this. Not today.
“I—how do you know that?” I stammered.
Linda’s eyes darkened with triumph. “We reached out to your ex-husband and he told us everything. How he left you because you couldn’t have children.” She tilted her head, watching my reaction. “So, we came to the conclusion that you’re not fit to be a wife to our son.”
I felt like I’d been slapped.
Grayson chose that exact moment to walk in. He took one look at the scene and instantly knew what was happening. “What the hell is going on?”
Linda turned to him. “We were just telling her that we’re not supporting this wedding. She should’ve been honest from the start.”
Grayson’s jaw clenched. “I knew. I’ve always known. And it’s none of your business.”
His father scoffed. “How can you say that? We deserve grandchildren! It’s our right as your parents!”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “Your right? You think you have the right to dictate what happens in our marriage?”
Linda’s face contorted in fury. “If you truly loved him, you would’ve told us the truth from the beginning.”
I met her gaze, standing my ground. “I didn’t hide anything from Grayson. I was honest with him. And he accepted me for who I am. That’s the only thing that matters.”
Grayson took my hand. “If you can’t support our marriage, then you’re free to leave. But I’m not changing my mind.”
For a moment, there was silence. Linda’s eyes darted between us, her lips pressed into a thin line. Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and marched out.
Grayson’s father hesitated for a second before following her. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving an eerie quiet in their wake.
I let out a shaky breath. “Well… that happened.”
Grayson squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry.”
I looked at him, taking in his steady gaze, his unwavering love. “You don’t have to be.”
The day went on. We got married, surrounded by the people who truly cared about us. And even though there was a sting from his parents’ absence, I realized something:
A marriage isn’t about pleasing everyone else. It’s about standing beside the person you choose, no matter what.
And I had made the right choice.
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