07/23/2025
My son’s bride entrusted me with a letter to hand to him after the ceremony, shattering everything Sixty minutes before my son, Julien, was to say his vows, his future wife, Élise, asked for a moment alone with me. She was already wearing her wedding dress, radiant white. Without a single unnecessary word, she handed me an envelope. — “Give this to Julien once they’re married, please. Promise me.” — “Of course, my dear… But why don’t you give it to him yourself?” I asked, intrigued. — “Because it has to come from you. He has to hear it in your voice.” Without waiting for my reply, she turned on her heel and slipped away. For a second, I wondered if I should open it, but the intact seal stopped me. True to her request, I gave it to my son as soon as the ceremony ended. Five minutes later, he left the room, alone, and got into his car. Bewildered, I followed him outside. — “Julien, what are you doing? Where are you going?” He turned around, his gaze dark. — “I can’t stay… not after what you did to her.” My heart tightened. — “What are you talking about?! You think I knew what was in that letter? I didn’t even open it, I swear!” But he slammed the door without a word and drove off without looking back. I stood there frozen, not understanding. Inside, everything went on as if nothing had happened. Waiters moved through with trays of sparkling flutes. A light clink of silver on glass signaled a toast. The scent of a nicely roasted meat hung in the air. Élise, meanwhile, stood by the cake, chatting softly with two guests. They seemed unaware the groom was missing. I walked toward her, stunned, short of breath. — “Élise… What’s going on? Where is Julien?” Read more in the first comment ❗️❗❗❗ 👇 👇
