13/09/2025
My Groom Threw Me Into the Pool During Our Wedding Photos — Then My Father Walked Over and Took Control
A few months before our wedding, Dylan showed me a video of a groom dropping his bride into a pool.
He laughed hysterically.
“Can you imagine doing that at our wedding?”
I looked him straight in the eye.
“If you ever do that to me, I’ll walk. I mean it.”
He kissed my forehead. “I’d never. Don’t worry, Claire.”
I believed him.
Our wedding was everything I dreamed of. My custom gown, the scent of peonies, my dad walking me down the aisle—it was perfect.
Later, the photographer suggested a few photos near the pool. Dylan held my hand.
“You trust me, right?” he whispered.
I smiled. “Of course. No surprises, remember?”
He nodded and dipped me back into a pose, then deliberately let go.
I hit the water hard. My dress billowed, makeup smeared, and I surfaced coughing, stunned.
Dylan? He was laughing.
“That’s going to go viral!” he shouted, high-fiving his friends.
No apology. No concern. Just glee.
And then I heard my dad’s voice. Calm, steady.
“Claire, come, darling.”
I took his hand with no hesitation. That’s the thing about real trust—it shows up when it counts.
He pulled me out gently, wrapped me in his jacket, and then touched my cheek to steady me.
Then, he turned to Dylan—not with rage, but certainty—and said: “She’s done. So are you.”
No yelling. Just the truth.
The reception was quietly canceled. Dylan’s parents tried to talk to mine...ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ👇
