07/10/2025
An hour before the wedding, my son Leo's fiancée, Amy, asked me to meet privately. She was already in her white dress. She handed me an envelope and said,
"Give this to Leo – after the ceremony. Promise me!"
"Okay, dear. But why couldn't you do it yourself?" I asked.
"He needs to hear it from you. It has to be you," she said. Then, she quickly walked away.
I hesitated about peeking into the envelope, but it was sealed. So, after the ceremony, I gave the letter to my son.
Five minutes later, he walked out of the hall and got into the car. Alone.
I went after him, confused. "Leo, where are you going?" I asked.
His reply stunned me: "I CAN'T STAY HERE, NOT AFTER YOU PLAYED ALONG WITH HER!"
"Played along with...? Leo, I didn't know what was in the letter, honey! I haven't read it!"
But he already shut the door and drove off without another word.
I had no idea what had just happened.
Back inside, the party hadn't changed one bit. Waiters passed flutes of champagne; someone clinked a spoon against a glass. The smell of roast beef filled the air.
Amy stood by the cake, chatting calmly with two guests who didn't seem to notice that the groom wasn't around.
I walked toward her like a sleepwalker, my heart pounding.
"Amy, darling?" I called, trying to keep my voice steady. "Where's Leo going? What's going on?"⬇️