My mom gave up everything to raise me. After my dad bailed, she was always there for me, the only one. All I wanted was to do something nice for her. So, I figured it wasn’t too late for her to find love on a dating app. But Lord, what I definitely DIDN’T EXPECT was finding out who she was going on a date with!
My name is Lucy, and I’m 23 years old. Like I usually do on weekends, I went to visit my mother, Phoebe, one weekend.
I am her only daughter, and she has no one else. My father left the family when I was very young, and since then, my mother has always been alone.
I was her main priority, and with all the care she gave me, she never had time for her personal life. My mother is 56, and finding a partner at her age is not easy, but I stayed optimistic about helping her.
We were at her house, and I was standing there with my phone, taking pictures of her and showing her how to pose.
The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the living room. The room was cozy, filled with family photos and mementos of my childhood.
“Mom, stand by the window,” I instructed, trying to capture the best light. “No, not like that, more gracefully, like a cat.”
“A cat? Lucy, at my age?” Mom replied shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“It’s never too late to feel like a woman. Listen to what I say. And don’t look at the camera. Pretend you’re gazing mysteriously out the window…”
Phoebe hesitated but complied, standing by the window with a slight tilt to her head, looking out with a soft, pensive expression.
“Oh… Hold still… Got it!” I exclaimed, snapping the picture. I showed it to her with a big smile. “See? You look amazing, Mom!”
She looked at the photo, and a small smile crept onto her face. “You think so?”
“Absolutely! This is perfect for your Tinder profile,” I said, editing the photo a bit before uploading it.
“Sweetheart, are you sure this is a good idea? I’m not young anymore; who would want me there…” she trailed off, doubt evident in her voice.
“Mom! Don’t say that about yourself. Life doesn’t end at fifty! Love knows no age!” I said firmly, looking into her eyes to emphasize my words. “You deserve to find happiness too.”
Together, we worked on adding a description for her profile. We laughed as we brainstormed the right words to describe her warm heart, love for gardening, and passion for cooking.
“How about this: ‘Loving mother and avid gardener looking for someone to share laughs and good meals with. Believes love is timeless and life is full of surprises.’ What do you think?” I asked.
Phoebe chuckled softly. “It sounds lovely, Lucy. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“Of course, Mom. You deserve to find someone special,” I said, giving her a hug. “Now, let me show you how to use the app.”
After a quick tutorial on swiping left and right, I felt confident that she was ready to dive into the world of online dating.
We shared one last laugh over the absurdity of it all before I said goodbye and headed back home, feeling hopeful about what the future might hold for her.
The next day, I arrived at the office, and as usual, my workday began with coffee and gossip with my office friend, Natalie.
The office kitchen buzzed with early morning chatter as we grabbed our coffees and settled at a table in the corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a comforting start to the day.
Natalie immediately leaned in, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “You won’t believe this, Lucy. Michael, our boss, has been looking at his phone all day and smiling like a kid.”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Michael? Smiling? What’s going on with him?”
Natalie grinned, her excitement palpable. “A woman. I’m sure he has someone. I mean, it’s the only explanation. Michael is always so focused on work and never distracted. But today, he’s been glued to his phone, smiling like a teenager in love.”
The thought of Michael, our workaholic boss, being smitten was amusing. We had never seen him with a woman, let alone acting like this.
“We have to find out who it is!” I declared, my curiosity piqued.
At that moment, we devised a plan. Natalie approached Michael, carrying a stack of documents. “Michael, could you take a look? I can’t seem to find last week’s report,” she said, feigning confusion.
Michael sighed, setting his phone aside reluctantly. “Natalie, you’ve worked here for years. Let me see,” he replied, taking the documents from her.
While Michael was distracted by Natalie, I quietly took his phone from the desk. My heart raced as I opened it, not knowing what to expect. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
It was my mother! He was messaging my mom! Their conversation had been going on since last night. My mind raced as I scrolled through the messages.
They had already arranged a date for that evening; Mom had invited him to dinner at her place. Panic set in. “No, no, this can’t be! Not this,” I thought frantically. How could this be real?
Why him, Mom? I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would be to work with my boss as my future stepfather. No! I couldn’t let it happen. I had to stop it.
When Natalie and I reconvened, she immediately began asking, “So, who is it? Do you know her?”
I forced a smile and lied, “Oh, just some girl. Nothing special.” Inside, I was panicking. I needed to come up with a plan to prevent Michael from going on that date. If he went, it would ruin everything. My mind raced with possible solutions.
The workday was coming to an end, and I saw Michael hurrying to finish his work. It was so unusual because Michael was always the last to leave.
But I knew where he was rushing to, and it was crucial to ensure he didn’t make it. Seeing Michael packing up, I approached him with my laptop.
“Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry… But sure, what do you need?” he replied, glancing at the clock.
“I can’t get this report right. Could you please check if everything is correct?” I handed him my laptop, hoping he wouldn’t notice the deliberate errors I had planted.
Michael sighed and took the laptop from me. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, opening the file and starting to review the report.
As he went through the report, pointing out mistakes and explaining corrections, I couldn’t help but notice his project on his computer screen.
It was a project he had been diligently working on all day to complete before his date. My heart pounded as I realized he would finish in no time.
“Lucy, I didn’t expect these kinds of mistakes from you; you usually do great work. What’s going on?” he asked, looking up at me with concern.
“Sorry, I’m not feeling well,” I mumbled, trying to hide my anxiety.
Michael finished reviewing the report much faster than I had anticipated. “It’s done. Now, please don’t distract me; I need to finish a few things,” he said, quickly pushing my laptop aside and reopening his project file.
Panic surged through me. Fearful he would finish in time, I did something horrible. Next to Michael’s laptop was a cup of coffee. I knocked it over, pretending it was an accident, and it spilled all over his laptop.
“No! Lucy, what have you done!?” Michael shouted, grabbing the laptop and trying to save it. But it was too late. The laptop wouldn’t start.
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” I stammered, guilt washing over me.
Michael looked at the laptop in disappointment, then checked the time on his phone and sighed sadly. He typed something on his phone and slowly took off his coat, sitting back at his desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay… I’ll have to redo the project on another computer. Don’t worry about it,” he said, clearly frustrated.
I felt terrible. Until I saw the result of my actions, I hadn’t realized what I had done. But it was done, and nothing could change it. Mom probably wouldn’t be too upset; she would find a better match. That’s what I told myself to feel better.
Returning to my desk, I felt even worse. I was a terrible daughter, colleague, and person. I called my mom and heard her quiet, sad voice.
“Maybe this isn’t for me, sweetheart. I think I’ll stop using the app; it’s too hard for me,” she said softly.
“Mom, don’t worry, I’ll come over tonight,” I replied, my heart breaking.
I knew I had to fix things. So I went to Michael’s office once more. “Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
“There is one more thing I want to ask you…” I needed to make things right.
That evening, I knocked on my mom’s door. My heart raced as I waited, knowing I had to come clean. The door opened, and there stood my mother, looking shocked as she saw me standing with Michael.
“Lucy? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.
Michael looked equally bewildered. “Why did you bring me here, Lucy?” he asked. He had been kind enough to give me a ride after work, not knowing I had a bigger plan in mind.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Mom, Michael, I need to confess something. I tried to sabotage your date,” I blurted out, feeling a mix of guilt and relief.
Phoebe’s eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?”
Michael frowned, looking between me and my mom. “Lucy, what do you mean?”
I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me. “Phoebe is my mom. When I found out you were going on a date, I panicked and only thought about myself. I worried about how it would affect me and focused only on my feelings. In my selfishness, I forgot how this would impact you,” I admitted, my voice trembling.
Phoebe’s expression softened as she stepped closer. “Lucy, why would you do that? You know I haven’t dated in so long.”
“I know, Mom. And that’s why I feel so terrible,” I said, my eyes filling with tears. “I was scared and selfish. I didn’t think about how happy this could make you. I was only thinking about myself and how awkward it would be to have my boss as my stepfather.”
Michael looked thoughtful, his initial shock giving way to understanding. “Lucy, I had no idea Phoebe was your mother. But I appreciate your honesty. It takes courage to admit you were wrong.”
I nodded, wiping away a tear. “I’m really sorry. Now, I realize that you two might be perfect for each other. Maybe fate brought you together because you’ve both had such a hard time finding someone.”
Phoebe smiled gently. “Sweetheart, I understand why you felt that way. But you need to know that my happiness means the world to me, and if Michael can bring that happiness, then we should give it a chance.”
Michael nodded in agreement. “Lucy, your mom is a wonderful woman. I would be honored to get to know her better.”
I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “Now that you know the truth, I just want to say one thing. No matter what happens, if you’re happy, then I’m happier. I hope I can fix my mistake.”
Phoebe gave me a warm hug. “You already have, sweetheart. Thank you for being honest.”
She then turned to Michael and invited him inside. “Come on in, Michael. Let’s have that dinner.”
Michael smiled and stepped inside. “Thank you, Phoebe.”
My mom looked at me and extended the invitation. “Would you like to join us, Lucy?”
I shook my head with a smile. “No, Mom. This evening should be yours. Enjoy it.”
As the door closed behind them, I felt a surge of joy. I got into my car and drove home, feeling lighter and happier. After all, I was right—love knows no age.
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Minutes Before My Wedding, I Learned the Truth—So I Ran
Minutes before I walked down the aisle to marry the man I thought I’d spend my life with, my world crumbled. A truth so devastating unraveled that I couldn’t face him or our guests. So, I fled. Mascara streaking my face, I ran in my wedding dress down the highway.
We’ve all heard stories about runaway brides, but I never thought I’d become one.
There I was, ditching my own wedding. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t go through with it because minutes before the ceremony, I discovered something about Grant that turned my world upside down.
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I’ve always believed life has a way of falling into place when the timing is right.
By thirty, I had everything I ever wanted. A good job in marketing, a beautiful home, and the love of my life, Grant, by my side.
We’d been together for as long as I could remember. We met in high school when I was sixteen, and from that moment, we were inseparable.
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Grant was everything I’d ever dreamed of in a partner. He was perfect, and he had this way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. After all, that’s what all of us want to feel like, right?
“I’ll always be by your side, Sadie,” he once told me during a quiet evening at the beach.
“And I’ll always be by yours,” I replied, squeezing his hand. “No matter what.”
We talked about our future often. We wanted to get married, start a family, and grow old together.
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“You’re my forever,” he whispered one night, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Those words stayed with me. Even through the ups and downs of life, I believed we’d make it through anything.
So, when he proposed three years ago, I was the happiest woman alive.
It was a perfect day. Grant took me to our favorite spot by the lake, got down on one knee, and asked me to marry him.
“Yes!” I cried, barely letting him finish his question.
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We celebrated that night with friends and family, and I couldn’t stop smiling. This was it. My life was finally falling into place.
The next three years flew by in a blur of wedding planning and work. Grant was busy with his job, and I threw myself into making sure our wedding day would be perfect.
To be honest, it was. Until it wasn’t.
I couldn’t have imagined how quickly things would take a turn for the worse.
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Fast forward to our wedding day.
The church was beautifully decorated with white roses and delicate fairy lights, just as I’d envisioned. Meanwhile, I felt like a princess in my stunning lace gown.
I stood at the back of the church, clutching my bouquet, as my heart raced with anticipation. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Walking down the aisle to the man I loved.
But before I could take a single step, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
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“Sadie,” my best friend, Lila, called out. Her face was pale, and her hands shook as she clutched her phone. “I need to talk to you.”
I frowned. “Lila, now? We’re about to start.”
She shook her head fiercely. “No, you need to see this right now.”
I set my bouquet down, confusion turning to dread as I took her phone. The screen showed a Reddit thread.
“Read the post,” Lila urged, her voice trembling. “I found it by accident. It just… popped up.”
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My heart skipped a beat as I scrolled.
The post was titled, When your fiancé celebrates with someone who’s not the bride.
And then my gaze landed on a photo of Grant.
It was taken at his bachelor party two nights before. In the picture, he sat with a woman on his lap. They were kissing.
I stared at the screen, the image burning into my mind.
I could barely process the caption beneath the photo, “Guess she’s not the one walking down the aisle this weekend.”
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“This can’t be real,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Sadie…” Lila placed a hand on my arm, steadying me. “It is. I double-checked. That’s him. That’s Grant.”
I dropped onto the nearest chair, my legs too weak to hold me.
Grant? The man I’d loved for years? My Grant?
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t digest that a photo of my fiancé kissing another woman was circulating online, being dissected by strangers.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered.
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That’s when Lila knelt beside me.
“Sadie, you don’t have to,” she said. “You don’t owe him anything. But you need to decide now.”
I looked at her through tears. “What am I supposed to do? There are 150 people waiting for me out there.”
“Forget them,” she said firmly. “This is about you. What do you want to do?”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Every instinct told me to confront Grant, demand answers. But how? In front of everyone?
No. I couldn’t do it. Not like this.
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“I’m leaving,” I said while grabbing my things. “I’m done.”
Lila stood, nodding. “I’ll cover for you as long as I can.”
Without looking back, I left the bridal suite. I didn’t know where I was going, but I just kept walking, past the church, past the guests waiting inside.
Cars sped by, honking occasionally at the sight of a bride walking along the highway. My dress dragged through the dirt, and mascara streaked down my face. I must have looked like something out of a sad country song.
Then, a pickup truck pulled over.
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I wiped my eyes and glanced up, surprised to see a man leaning out the window.
“Sadie?” he called, his voice unsure. “Is that you?”
I looked at him and immediately recognized him from photos. It was Ethan. Grant’s older brother.
He’d never come to visit while I was with Grant, but I knew who he was. The black sheep of the family, they called him.
“What happened?” Ethan asked, his brows knitting in concern. “Why are you out here like this? Get in. I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”
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I shook my head. “Only if you promise to drive me away.”
His lips twitched into a small smile. “Deal.”
I nodded and climbed into the truck.
As we drove, I finally let it all out. The betrayal, the photo, and the humiliation.
Ethan listened quietly, handing me tissues as I sobbed. “What a jerk,” he muttered at one point, making me laugh through my tears.
It felt good to talk.
But just as I started to relax, Ethan slammed on the brakes.
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“What are you doing, Ethan?” I yelped, my heart racing.
Ethan looked at me, guilt etched across his face. “Sadie, I’m sorry. I have to.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he turned the truck around. We were heading straight back to the wedding.
“I can’t go back there,” I said, my voice cracking. “They’re all going to see me like this and I don’t want that! They’ll think I ran away because—”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Ethan cut me off. “The person who should be humiliated is Grant. Not you. You’ll expose him. Tell everyone what he really is.”
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I wanted to argue, to insist he drop me off anywhere but there. But deep down, I knew Ethan was right. The truth had to come out.
“You’ll be there with me?” I whispered.
He nodded. “Every step of the way.”
When we pulled into the church parking lot, the guests were already trickling out. The ceremony had clearly been canceled, but some family members lingered near the entrance, including Grant.
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My heart pounded as I climbed out of the truck. Lila spotted me first and rushed over.
“Sadie!” she cried, relief flooding her face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I nodded. “I need to do this.”
Grant’s eyes locked on me as I walked toward him with Ethan by my side. His expression shifted from confusion to anger the moment he saw Ethan.
“Where the heck have you been?” Grant snapped. “What’s he doing here?”
I ignored his questions.
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Then, I pulled out my phone, opened the post Lila had shown me, and held it up for everyone to see.
“This is why I left,” I announced. “Grant was with another woman two nights ago at his bachelor party.”
Gasps rippled through the small crowd as they looked at the photo.
“That’s not what it looks like!” Grant argued. “It’s taken out of context!”
“Out of context?” I shot back. “How do you explain kissing another woman while celebrating your bachelor party?!”
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Grant opened his mouth to speak, but Ethan stepped in front of me, cutting him off.
“Don’t,” Ethan said firmly. “You’ve done enough.”
Grant’s face contorted with fury. “Stay out of this, Ethan! This has nothing to do with you!”
“That doesn’t mean you can get away with this, Grant!” Ethan yelled. “You can’t cheat on Sadie like that!”
At that point, Grant lunged forward and pushed Ethan, but thankfully, Grant’s friends held him back. Their father also came forward and helped Ethan get up.
That day marked the end of my relationship with Grant. I never spoke to him again.
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But Ethan? We stayed in touch.
Over the following weeks, I learned about his struggles. A failing family farm and a mountain of debt that Grant had refused to help him with.
Ethan was planning to sell his pickup truck, his last possession of value, to stay afloat.
That’s when I had an idea.
I took the money I’d saved for my honeymoon and offered to help Ethan turn his farm into a farm-to-table subscription box business.
It was a risk, but it paid off.
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A year later, Ethan invited me back to the farm. The fields were thriving, the business was booming, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.
And standing there, side by side with Ethan, I realized I’d gained something far better than a husband. I’d found a loyal partner and the best friend I never knew I needed.
I’m so grateful to Lila for showing me that Reddit post. Otherwise, I would’ve married Grant without knowing what kind of a person he truly was.
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