My Mother’s Secret Marriage to My Fiancé’s Dad Nearly Ended My Wedding

At 25, I was thrilled to marry Daniel, my steady, loving partner. My parents divorced when I was ten after Mom’s affair devastated Dad. I grew up balancing Dad’s calm home and Mom’s unpredictable one. Daniel, proposed in his garden, and we planned a spring wedding, postponed when my grandma needed surgery. Daniel never minded, always putting family first. With a new date four months away, we invited our families to dinner to plan, hoping to unite my fractured one with Daniel’s quiet dad, Thomas.

I knew Mom could stir trouble, but I dreamed of peace. “This might not work,” Daniel said, seeing me stress over decorations. “They’ll try for us,” I replied, hopeful. Dad and his wife, Karen, brought pie, Mom liked my casserole, and Thomas asked about our honeymoon. Mom’s jabs at Karen created tension, but we survived. I hid a secret: I was pregnant, eager to share with Daniel after. Two weeks later, Mom called me at work. “I married Thomas!” she gushed. “We eloped in Vegas after your dinner!”

A couple cooking playfully together | Source: Pexels

My jaw dropped. “Daniel’s dad?” I asked. “Yes! So, you two can’t marry—it’s awkward now,” she said coolly. “You’re sabotaging me again,” I yelled, slipping about my pregnancy. “You’re pregnant?” she snapped, crying about her loneliness. She called her affair a “mistake,” ignoring its wreckage. “We’re done,” I said, ending the call. Then my vendors reported cancellations—Mom’s doing. Daniel, enraged, confronted Thomas, who knew nothing and dismissed Mom’s actions. Their fight sealed our choice: we left.

We packed, moved two states away, and told only Dad and my friend Lisa. A courthouse wedding followed, with Dad and Lisa as witnesses. “Any regrets?” Daniel asked in our new home. “Not one,” I said. Later, Dad said Mom and Thomas divorced after four months. She sent a baby quilt, seeking contact. I had it donated. Mom’s voicemails claim she deserves to know my child, but she lost that right when she tried to ruin my wedding. I’m free, building a drama-free life with Daniel and our baby.

 

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