02/25/2025
MY BRIDE HANDED ME A NOTE SAYING, "SAY NO AT THE ALTAR" — IT SOUNDED CRAZY, BUT I TRUSTED HER PLAN.
For months, my fiancée, Emily, had been counting down the days to our wedding, glowing with excitement. Every time we talked about the wedding, she'd pull out an old childhood photo album, filled with magazine cutouts, princess gowns, and little notes about her dream wedding.
"I've imagined this day since I was a kid," she'd say, smiling. "And I'm so happy it's with you."
Her excitement was contagious — until the ceremony started.
Guests had just sat down when she slipped a folded note into my hand.
I frowned and opened it. Five words stared back at me: "Say no at the altar."
My heart stopped. I turned to her, confused. "What?"
She squeezed my hand, her grip firm but steady. "Just trust me. Do it."
I wanted to argue. To demand answers. But something in her eyes — calm and certain — made me pause. Emily wasn't scared. She wasn't panicked. She had a plan.
And I trusted her.
When the officiant asked if I took Emily to be my wife, I hesitated just long enough for whispers to start. Then, with my stomach in knots, I said, "No."
The room fell silent. A chair scraped against the floor.
Then, from across the room, came a LAUGH — cold, sharp, and cruel.
I turned toward the sound.
And there SHE was. ⬇️
