The Night Before My Wedding, I Found My Mom on Her Knees in Front of My Fiancé—What She Was Begging for Left Me Shaken

The night before my wedding, I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs for some aspirin, only to find my mother on her knees in front of my fiancé. But it wasn't desperation or tears that shook me to my core—it was the chilling offer she made him.

I always imagined the night before my wedding would be filled with excitement, maybe a little nervous energy, and happy anticipation. Instead, it became a nightmare.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I had tried everything — closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, even counting backward from a hundred. But my mind wouldn't shut off.

Tomorrow, I would walk down the aisle. I should have been thrilled. Instead, a knot of anxiety sat heavy in my chest. My thoughts spun in a hundred different directions. What if something went wrong? What if I tripped? What if Zachary got cold feet?

I groaned and pressed my palms against my temples. A headache was creeping in. The last thing I needed was to feel sick on my wedding day.

Aspirin. That's what I needed.

I slipped out of bed and padded toward the door. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. I moved carefully, tiptoeing down the hall. My parents were light sleepers, and I didn't want to wake them.

As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I heard something.

Whispers.

I froze.

A quiet, urgent voice. My mother's.

"…just listen to me, please."

And then another voice. A deeper one. Zachary. What?

My stomach tightened. He was supposed to be at his hotel, resting for the big day. Why was he here? Heart pounding, I stepped closer, pressing myself against the wall. I peeked around the corner into the dimly lit kitchen.

My mother was on her knees. She wasn't crying or hysterical. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and her face was calm but pleading.

"Please don't show up at the ceremony tomorrow."

My breath hitched.

Zachary stood stiffly by the counter, his brow furrowed. His hands were clenched into fists.

"What the hell?" he muttered. "Why would you—"

"I'll pay you," my mother cut in. "Twenty thousand dollars. It'll be in your suit bag tomorrow morning. Just leave. Disappear from her life."

I gripped the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood. My vision blurred.

This couldn't be real.

Zachary let out a bitter laugh. "Are you serious?"

My mother's voice softened. "She loves you, but love isn't enough. She deserves more. A stable future. Comfort. You can't give her that."

He stared at her. "And you think some rich old man can?"

My mother's lips pressed into a thin line. "He's successful. He can provide for her in ways you can't."

I felt like I was going to be sick. Zachary exhaled, rubbing his jaw. He was thinking about it.

No.

No, no, no.

"You really believe this is what's best for her?" he asked quietly.

My mother nodded. "I do."

Silence. Then, Zachary shrugged. "Fine. Deal."

The air left my lungs.

No.

I turned and ran up the stairs, my body shaking, and collapsed onto our bed. My heart slammed against my ribs. He agreed. I wanted to scream, cry, throw something, but I couldn't move. The door creaked open.

I stiffened.

"Diane," Zachary's voice was soft.

I didn't turn. I couldn't look at him. He sighed. The bed dipped as he sat beside me. For a moment, he said nothing.

Then, his voice dropped to a whisper. "I know you heard everything."

My breath hitched.

"You have every right to be upset," he said. "But before you lose your mind, I need you to trust me."

I whipped around, my eyes burning. "Trust you? You just—"

"I'm not leaving."

His voice was firm. His eyes locked onto mine.

I blinked. "What?"

"I'm not leaving you, Diane." He leaned in. "Your parents don't want me in your life. They want you to marry someone else."

I shook my head. "No. That doesn't make sense."

"Yes, it does." He exhaled sharply. "They've been planning it. Your dad's business partner — some rich guy. They think he's a better 'match' for you. Your mom actually believes she's saving you from me."

My stomach twisted.

It did make sense. All the little comments. The not-so-subtle hints. The way my mother always talked about financial security like it was more important than love.

"They offered me $20,000 to disappear," Zachary continued. "So, I said yes."

I flinched.

He smirked. "Because I'm going to take their money. And then I'm going to give them exactly what they asked for."

My pulse pounded.

"I won't show up at the wedding." His eyes gleamed. "But not because I'm running away. Because you and I? We're leaving together."

My breath caught. He wasn't betraying me. He was playing them.

I sat there, stunned. "So… what happens next?"

Zachary grinned. "Tomorrow, you get married."

I swallowed. "But you won't be there."

"Nope." He squeezed my hand. "But you will."

A slow smile spread across my lips. I nodded. "Let's do it."

The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror in my wedding dress.

It was perfect. A vision of white lace and soft fabric, hugging my body in all the right places. The dress of my dreams. But this wasn't my dream wedding. Not anymore.

My mother knocked on the door. "Diane, sweetheart, it's time."

I turned, smiling. "Coming."

She beamed, oblivious.

I took one last deep breath and stepped out of the room. The church was packed. Rows and rows of people, all waiting to see me walk down the aisle.

I clutched my bouquet, heart hammering. Zachary wasn't here, just like we planned.

I stepped forward, my father by my side. The music swelled. Every eye was on me. I reached the altar, but I didn't look at the empty space where Zachary should have been.

I looked straight at my mother. She sat in the front pew, hands folded in her lap, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. I turned to the crowd and took a deep breath.

"So, where's fiancé number two?" I asked, tilting my head toward my parents.

The church fell silent. My mother's smile vanished. Gasps rippled through the guests.

My father cleared his throat. "Diane, sweetheart, let's not—"

"Oh, no," I cut in. "Let's. Let's talk about how my parents paid my fiancé twenty grand to disappear."

A murmur spread through the room. Faces turned. Eyes widened.

My mother paled. "That's not true."

I let out a sharp laugh. "Really? Zachary told me everything. About the money. About the rich old guy you wanted me to marry."

The murmurs grew louder. My mother's mouth opened and closed. My father looked like he might pass out.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" I asked. "That I'd just go along with it?"

People were whispering now.

Her parents tried to pay off the groom?

They wanted to force her into an arranged marriage?

What kind of people do that?

I turned back to my parents.

"I hope you're happy," I said, voice steady. "You got exactly what you wanted. Zachary is gone."

My mother exhaled in relief. But then I smiled.

"And now?" I said. "So am I."

Zachary was waiting outside, just like he promised.

He stood beside his car, leaning casually against the door, dressed in his suit. The same suit he was supposed to be wearing at the altar. But there would be no wedding today — at least, not the one my parents had planned.

His eyes found mine the second I stepped outside. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

For a moment, I just stood there, taking it all in. The crisp morning air. The hushed murmurs from inside the church. The realization that I had actually done it.

And then I ran.

My dress billowed behind me as I sprinted toward him, my heart racing. I didn't care about the people watching. I didn't care about the gasps, the whispers, the scandal I had just created. All I cared about was him.

Zachary caught me effortlessly, his arms strong around my waist as he spun me in a full circle.

"You did it," he whispered.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. "We did it."

He grinned. "You ready?"

I let out a breath. A deep, cleansing breath that carried away every ounce of fear, doubt, and expectation my parents had tried to force on me.

I smiled. "More than ever."

He opened the passenger door, and I slid inside. That's when I saw it.

An envelope, sitting neatly on the seat.

I picked it up, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled it open. Inside were crisp, freshly stacked bills — $20,000. I stared at it, then glanced at Zachary as he settled into the driver's seat. He threw me a smirk, one hand on the wheel, the other resting comfortably on the gear shift.

"Well," he said, voice laced with amusement. "At least your parents bought us a nice honeymoon."

As he pulled out onto the road, leaving behind the church, the wedding, and the life my parents had tried to trap me in, I realized something.

I had never felt more free.

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