I Found My Fiancé's Mistress in My Bed on the Morning of My Wedding — Story of the Day

Caroline is furious when she discovers another woman in bed with her and her fiancé, Fred, the day before their wedding. As she navigates her shock and betrayal, Caroline questions her life's path, and uncovers secrets that challenge her values and future.

The first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the hotel room. Tomorrow was my wedding day. The thought brought a flutter of excitement to my stomach, mixed with a twinge of nervousness. I rolled over, reaching for Fred, longing for the comfort of his arms before the whirlwind of last-minute wedding preparations began.

My hand brushed against something soft, but not the familiar feel of Fred's skin. My eyes snapped open, and the room came into focus. There, lying on the other side of Fred, was a woman I had never seen before. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow like a fan, and Fred's arm was draped around her.

A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. "Fred!" I shoved at his shoulder, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who the hell is this?"

Fred groaned, his eyes blinking open slowly, confusion etched on his face before realization dawned. "Caroline, babe, calm down," he mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

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"Calm down? Calm down?" My voice was rising, hysteria bubbling up. "You bring another woman into our bed, and you tell me to calm down?"

"She's... It's not what you think," Fred started, but I cut him off.

"Look, I had my bachelor party last night, remember? And I made the most of it. Things got a little... out of hand," Fred admitted with a nonchalant yawn. "As for Whiskey here… she had nowhere else to go."

My mind raced, trying to process his words. "Whiskey? Are you telling me you brought a hooker to our bed?"

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"No, no, not a hooker," Fred hastily corrected. "What do you take me for? She's a singer at the hotel bar."

The room spun as his words sank in. Betrayal, disbelief, and anger mixed into a toxic cocktail that made my stomach churn. How could he? And right before our wedding! Of all the reckless, irresponsible things to do.

In mere minutes, my life had turned upside down. The betrayal was a tangible weight, making each breath feel like inhaling shards of glass. I stood at the edge of the bed, my body trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak.

"Fred, how could you?" The words were a whisper, a plea for an explanation that could somehow make sense of the chaos.

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Fred, now fully awake and sitting on the edge of the bed, ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "Caroline, relax. It was a bachelor party fling, that's all. One last hurrah before tying the knot, you know how it works, surely?"

As if on cue, the door swung open, and a hotel waiter entered, balancing a tray with our breakfast. The sight of food, the normalcy it represented, only fueled my anger further.

Fred, attempting to salvage the situation, gestured to the waiter to set the tray down. "Caroline, let's just calm down and talk about this. Please, sit and have some breakfast. We can sort this out."

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His words, meant to soothe, only ignited my fury. How could he talk of breakfast at a time like this? I spotted my wedding veil, pristine and untouched on the mannequin, a stark reminder of what was supposed to be. In a swift motion, I grabbed it and hurled it at Fred.

"Go to hell, Fred!" I screamed. "The wedding is off!"

Without waiting for his response, I stormed out of the room, the sound of Fred calling after me, "Don't let this ruin our wedding, Caroline!" echoing down the hallway.

I barely made it a few steps outside our room, my heart pounding, my nightdress hardly appropriate for the public corridors of the hotel. That's when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I turned to see the waiter, holding a dress.

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"Miss, you might want this," he said, his voice kind, his eyes filled with a genuine empathy despite his professionalism.

Taking the dress, I met his gaze. "Thank you," I managed, my voice breaking.

"I'm Aiden," he introduced himself. "I... I saw what happened. I'm sorry you're going through this."

"Thank you, Aiden," I sobbed, clutching the dress, a lifeline in the chaos of my unraveling wedding day.

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The plush carpet of my parents' hotel suite muffled my steps as I rushed in, my heart a whirlwind of emotion. The grandeur of the room, with its elegant furnishings and the gentle hum of the city below, felt surreal, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me.

"Mum, Dad," I choked out, the words barely a whisper before the tears came, unstoppable and fierce. The shock and pain of Fred's betrayal poured out of me between waves of sobs.

My parents exchanged a look that I couldn't quite decipher once I finished speaking—was it concern, disappointment, or something else? My mother's eyes held a flicker of something I couldn't read before she turned to my father.

"George, would you mind giving us a moment?" she said, her voice steady. "Caroline and I need to have a mother-daughter talk."

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My father nodded, a soft, sympathetic look in his eyes as he passed by me, gently squeezing my shoulder before he disappeared into the adjoining sitting room. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with my mother in the opulent bedroom of their suite.

"Caroline, darling, you need to calm down," my mother began, her tone measured, her posture impeccable even in this private setting. "Let's be practical about the situation."

Her words felt like a slap, cold and dispassionate. "Practical?" I echoed incredulously. "Fred cheated on me, Mum. The wedding is off!"

I stared at her, aghast. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the foundations of everything I believed in about love and marriage crumbling away.

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"You can't be serious," I managed to say, my voice a mix of disbelief and horror. "You're telling me to accept his infidelity because of our status?"

As my mother's words continued to flow, each sentence was a further step away from the values I thought we shared.

"Caroline, love and infidelity are secondary concerns in marriages like ours. Your father and I... we've both made our peace with that reality." Her admission was shocking, not just in its content, but in the casual manner it was delivered.

"You and Dad...?" I couldn't finish the question, the implications making my stomach churn.

"It's about discretion, Caroline. What matters is the family, our name, and our place in society. Fred's mistake was not in his action, but in letting it become known. I'll speak with his parents; this needs to be handled quietly."

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My heart raced, disbelief and anger vying for dominance. "Handled quietly? Mum, he cheated on me, in our bed! And you're talking about discretion?"

She sighed, the weight of generations of tradition seemingly resting on her shoulders. "Yes, because our families are now interconnected, not just by your relationship with Fred, but by business, by our social standing. If you don't go through with the wedding, the fallout will be catastrophic. Remember the Montgomerys? Our family could be ostracized, lose everything."

"I can't believe you're comparing my situation with a business transaction. I won't marry Fred. I can't," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

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Without waiting for a response, I turned and left the room, my mother's words echoing in my mind.

As I hurried out, I nearly collided with my father, who had been waiting outside. "Caroline," he began, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to the conversation I'd just had. "Your mother and I, we only want what's best for—"

"I know, Dad. But what's best for the family isn't what's best for me," I interrupted, unable to hide the disappointment and disillusionment in my voice. "I'm sorry."

He reached out, as if to offer some form of consolation, but I couldn't face another platitude, another argument for why I should sacrifice my happiness for the family's reputation.

"I need some air," I said quickly, sidestepping his outstretched arm and heading for the suite's door. The opulence of the hallway felt suffocating, each step taking me further away from the life I had known, toward an uncertain future. I was disillusioned, not just with Fred, but with my family and the entire facade of our social circle.

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The hotel bar was dimly lit, the soft murmur of conversations blending with the clink of glasses. It felt like a world away from the chaos of my morning. I'd retreated here after a few hours wandering the hotel and thinking, determined to drown my sorrows. Finding Aiden, the kind waiter from earlier, serving at the bar had strangely been comforting.

"Thanks for the dress," I said as he placed a drink in front of me. It was a small gesture, but in the turmoil of the day, it had meant a lot. "It's quite nice, even if it does belong to her."

Aiden flashed me a sympathetic smile. "You're welcome." He nodded towards the glass. "Try this. It might help take the edge off."

I lifted the glass, the amber liquid catching the light. The smell was unmistakably whiskey. Without a second thought, I poured it onto the floor beside my stool.

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"Sorry, I can't," I said. "Not whiskey. Not today or ever again."

Aiden raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on my abrupt action. Instead, he turned to grab another glass. "Alright, let me make you something else."

As he worked, the silence between us stretched, comfortable yet charged with unspoken questions. Finally, he broke it.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you with your fiancé?" He frowned slightly at me. "It doesn't seem like you're happy."

The question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I hesitated. But there was something about Aiden, something genuine that made me want to open up.

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"Our families arranged it," I confessed, watching the liquid swirl in the shaker. "We're from similar backgrounds. It makes sense, business-wise, for the future of both our families. But it's all just... pretentious nonsense. I'm sick of it—the insincerity of rich people."

I frowned, curious. "How do you know so much about it?"

But Aiden was quick to shift the conversation away from himself as he placed the new drink in front of me—a vibrant mix of colors that promised a taste as complex as my current situation.

"You know, you didn't once mention being in love with Fred," he pointed out, skillfully avoiding my question. "Around here, there are plenty of handsome men who would jump at the chance to be with someone like you."

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I glanced around the bar, taking in the various men in the room. They were indeed attractive, but none sparked any interest in me. When I turned back to Aiden, I found him standing next to me, no longer shielded by the bar between us.

"I bet out of all the men here, you'd choose me," he said, his confidence bordering on arrogance, yet it was undeniably charming.

I couldn't help but laugh at his audacity. "Is that so?" I challenged. "And what makes you so sure?"

"Because," he began, leaning in slightly, "I'm the only one who's seen you at your worst today and still thinks you're absolutely incredible."

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Before I could respond, he extended his hand. "Dance with me?"

I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched hand. "Aren't you working? What if you get fired?"

Aiden shrugged, his grin infectious. "I don't care. Tonight, I want to dance with you."

There was an ease between us, a connection that felt both surprising and deeply comforting. As the evening wore on, the world beyond the dance floor seemed to fade away, leaving only the music, our laughter, and the undeniable chemistry between us.

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We danced through the night, each song blending into the next, our conversations flowing as freely as the drinks. Aiden was witty, insightful, and unlike anyone I'd ever met. He challenged my views, made me laugh, and listened with an intensity that made me feel truly seen.

As the night drew to a close, and the final notes of the last song played, I found myself not wanting the moment to end. Standing close, I looked up into Aiden's eyes, seeing a spark that mirrored my own feelings. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him.

It was a kiss born out of a day filled with heartache, a search for authenticity, and the unexpected joy of connection. In that moment, everything else seemed trivial. This, right here with Aiden, felt like something real, something infinitely precious.

He smiled at me when we eventually broke apart, and I knew from the look in his eyes that he shared my feelings. I didn't know where this would lead, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with Aiden for as long as I could. The nightmarish situation I'd woken up to that morning seemed a lifetime away, but I'd soon discover that I wasn't as free as I thought I was.

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The next morning, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, my mind foggy with the memories of the night before. Turning my head, I found Aiden sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, his movements hesitant as if he were unsure of his welcome.

"What happened last night?" The question tumbled out, laced with anxiety and a faint hope.

I searched his face for any sign of deceit but found none. Instead, there was an earnestness, a vulnerability that touched something deep within me, and his beautiful smile.

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"Aiden, last night was..." I struggled to find the words, "...unexpectedly wonderful."

He reached for my hand, his gaze intense. "For me too. In fact, it was the most wonderful night of my life, Caroline. I've never met anyone like you."

The sincerity in his voice stirred a whirlwind of emotions in me. For a moment, the world outside this room, with its expectations and constraints, seemed to vanish.

"Is there... could there be a chance for us?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart ached with the weight of his question. In another life, another world, the answer would have been easy. Just last night, under the influence of too many cocktails and the bliss of dancing with him, I would've said 'yes' without hesitation. But in the light of day, the reality of my family and our social circle, pressed in on me with suffocating force.

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"Aiden, you don't understand. My family... they would never approve," I confessed, the words tasting bitter.

The proposition sent a thrill of excitement through me, tempered by a pang of fear. Could we really do that? Just leave everything behind?

"Or, am I getting ahead of myself?" He asked sheepishly. "I feel like we have something special, Caroline, but if I'm wrong…"

Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Fred walked in wearing his tuxedo. His eyes quickly took in the scene — Aiden getting dressed, me in bed — and to my astonishment, a grin spread across his face.

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"Well, isn't this interesting?" Fred remarked, amusement lacing his tone rather than anger. "Seems like you had a more exciting night than I did."

The situation was absurd, surreal. There I was, caught between the past and the possibility of a future, with Fred seemingly unfazed by the prospect of his bride with another man on their supposed wedding day.

"But it's showtime, baby, and our guests are waiting. Time to send your lover on his way," Fred announced, as if the day was proceeding as planned, completely oblivious to the turmoil he'd caused and the heart-to-heart moment he had just interrupted.

"What?" I asked as I rose from the bed wrapped in the sheet. "Why would the guests be gathered, Fred? The wedding is off."

"No, it isn't," he replied, smirking at me.

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"Yes, it is!" I snapped. "Yesterday, I told you and my parents that I wasn't going through with this farce."

I stared at him, aghast. "Even? You think this is about being even?"

He continued, oblivious to my growing outrage. "We can even talk about an open marriage if that's what you want. Just be discreet. I spoke to my dad earlier… I understand now that I should never have let you see me and Whiskey together. It won't happen again, I swear."

Reaching out, he tried to touch my arm, a gesture meant to console or claim, I couldn't tell. I jerked away, recoiling from his touch as if it burned.

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"Don't you dare touch me. Get out, Fred." I pointed to the door. "The wedding is off! I would never marry a man who cheats on me."

He scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're overreacting, Caroline."

That's when Aiden, who had been a silent observer until this point, stepped forward, positioning himself protectively between Fred and me. "She said the wedding is off. You need to leave."

Fred's smirk turned into a sneer as he glanced at Aiden. "And you think you're a better match for her?" He turned his attention to me as he continued, "You know this guy is a bartender and waiter, right? Just another working-class chump with zero prospects."

Aiden's jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to Fred. "Say one more word."

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"Threaten me again, and you'll be dealing with my lawyer," Fred casually replied. Turning back to me, Fred's tone softened, but his words were laced with the same entitlement. "Come on, Caroline. Get ready. The ceremony is starting soon."

Aiden, undeterred, spoke up again. "She already told you, man. The wedding is off. Are you hard of hearing?"

"You, on the other hand," he continued, "might one day reach the career pinnacle of being a maître d'."

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Fred's voice was cold, each word laced with a sense of entitlement and a belief in a world ruled by status and expectations.

"No one in their right mind would trade our world for yours, bartender," he finished. "Come on! You must be delusional to think you could ever keep a woman like Caroline happy. What can you offer her? A cramped apartment filled with roaches?"

"You know nothing about me," Aiden snapped.

"I know all I need to know, bartender." Fred winked at him before addressing me with a more serious expression. "And you know it, too, babe. People like him and Whiskey are just there for our entertainment. They'd never fit in our world, and none of us would want them there. Likewise, we could never be happy in their world, not when we're accustomed to better. I'll be waiting downstairs, Caroline. I'm sure you'll make the right decision."

With that, he left, his departure leaving a heavy silence in his wake. And as much as I hated to admit it, everything he'd said was true.

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Aiden looked at me, his eyes full of concern and something else, a depth of feeling that made my heart ache.

"He doesn't deserve you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But maybe... maybe I don't either."

I looked at Aiden, seeing the man who had shown me nothing but kindness and understanding, who had made me feel seen and valued in a way I had never experienced before. Yet, the reality of our worlds, so vastly different, loomed large.

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"Aiden," I began, my voice trembling, "you've shown me more about what it means to be truly cared for in these last few hours than anyone else has in a lifetime. But my world... it's complicated. Tangled in expectations and obligations I can't just walk away from."

I paused, the weight of my next words pressing down on me. "I... I have to consider what going through with the wedding means. Not just for me, but for my family, for everything I've known."

Aiden nodded, his expression resigned yet understanding. "I know. I get it… more than you realize," he said, stepping closer. "Just know that, whatever you decide, I want what's best for you, Caroline. Even if it means I'm not part of that."

The sincerity in his words, the selflessness, brought tears to my eyes. Here was someone who truly cared for me, willing to step aside for my happiness, and yet I was contemplating a return to a life that had left me feeling trapped and unfulfilled.

As I watched Aiden, a mix of admiration and sorrow filled me. The decision I faced was not just about whom I would spend my life with, but about the kind of life I wanted to lead. And yet, the painful truth was that the decision was never truly mine to make. The guests waiting downstairs proved that. There was only one path available to me.

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Dressed in the wedding gown that I never thought would feel like a costume, I slipped into the hotel bar. The weight of the fabric and the significance of the day pressed heavily upon me, a stark contrast to the light-hearted laughter and clinking glasses that filled the room. My heart was a tumult of emotions as I moved quietly among the guests, unnoticed in the crowd gathered to celebrate a union I knew was doomed.

"To women who know how to keep life interesting—especially those who don't bother with underpants," he toasted, his laughter booming over the murmurs of agreement from his companions.

I froze, the words slicing through me. The casual disrespect, the blatant disregard for fidelity—it was all laid bare in that moment. Anger flared within me, a burning clarity that pushed aside any lingering doubts. Fred would never change.

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My resolve hardened, I glanced around the room, spotting Whiskey stepping off the stage for a break. A plan took shape, fueled by a desire to reveal the truth about the man I was supposed to marry.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped onto the stage, my back to the room, ensuring that my approach would catch Fred's attention without revealing my identity. The soft murmur of the crowd faded into a hush as I moved, the rustle of my dress the only sound.

Fred, true to form, noticed the movement and sauntered over, his footsteps confident. "So, are you up for a repeat, gorgeous?" he murmured, a hint of triumph in his voice. "Don't worry, Caroline's finally calmed down. She ate up every word when I spoke to her earlier. The wedding's on. How about we meet at your place tomorrow?"

The audacity of his words, spoken so close, sent a shiver of revulsion through me. This was the man I had almost married, who saw nothing wrong in seeking an affair even as our guests gathered to celebrate our union.

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I spun around to face Fred, my heart pounding with a mix of fear, anger, and a burgeoning sense of liberation. "I can't believe I almost made the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to marry you," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Babe! That was just a joke," he said, "Where's your sense of humor?"

Ignoring Fred's attempts to silence me, I stepped up to the microphone, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Fred reached out to grab my arms, holding me back. I spun from his grasp and fixed him with a steely gaze.

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"Don't you dare touch me," I warned, my voice finding strength. "Or you'll be talking to my lawyer, Fred."

He backed away as he gave me a pleading look. "Don't do this, Caroline. Think of your family… the blowout from this could ruin them."

"I think your family stands a greater chance of being ruined, Fred, otherwise you wouldn't be trying to convince me. Besides, if my family cared about me, they would have told everyone the wedding was off yesterday. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I took a deep breath as I stepped up to the mic and tapped on it. The sound drew everyone's attention. With the eyes of every guest in the room fixed upon me, I started to speak.

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"I have an announcement to make: The wedding is off. I have spent my entire life trying to be the good girl, the perfect daughter, living up to my parents' expectations. But I can't do that this time. I refuse to marry a man who cheats on me just a day before our wedding and then arranges to meet with his lover the day after."

The gravity of my words settled over the crowd, prompting a hum of whispered conversations and scandalized looks.

With that, I turned away from the microphone, my declaration hanging in the air like a tangible thing. I didn't look at Fred as I exited the stage, didn't seek out the faces of my parents or any of the guests. In that moment, I was propelled forward by a singular need to escape, to breathe, to find a space where I could unravel the tight knot of emotions coiled within me.

As I made my way through the crowd, whispers erupted around me, the shock and awe of the guests palpable. But none of that mattered. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was taking control of my life, making a choice that was truly mine.

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As I made my way back to the bar, my mind was a tumult of emotions, still processing the enormity of what I had just done. That's when I stumbled upon Whiskey, the unexpected catalyst in revealing Fred's true character.

"Whiskey, I... I need to thank you," I began, my voice shaky but sincere. "If it weren't for you, I might never have seen Fred for who he truly is."

She looked at me, a complex expression in her eyes. "I never meant to cause trouble. I'm sorry for what happened."

"No, you opened my eyes. Thank you," I said, and I meant it. My gratitude was genuine, despite the unconventional way the truth had come to light.

Before Whiskey could respond, my parents appeared, their expressions a study in contrast. My mother's face was stormy, her displeasure radiating off her in waves.

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Her words hit me like a physical blow, but before I could respond, my father stepped forward, placing a calming hand on her arm.

"But George," Mom hissed, clutching Dad's arm, "think of what this could mean for us, for our family. Remember the Montgomerys…"

"The same Montgomerys who are now living a peaceful and happy life away from all the drama of high society? Trust me, Eleanor, I am thinking of them. Just not in the same way that you are."

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Dad turned to me, his expression softening. "Caroline, I want you to live a life that makes you happy. I've always suspected our world wasn't the right place for someone with your sense of integrity. And I'll understand if you want nothing more to do with it."

His words were like a balm to my bruised heart. He stepped closer and placed his hands on my shoulders as he kissed my forehead gently. "You'll always be my little girl, Caroline. I'll always support you, no matter what."

Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, I stepped into his embrace, hugging him tightly. In that moment, the support of my father felt like a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the storm that was my life.

"Thank you, Dad," I whispered, the relief and love I felt for him making my voice tremble. "Thank you for understanding."

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Heart pounding, I made my way to the bar, the fabric of my wedding dress whispering against the marble floors with every step.

"Can you call Aiden for me, please?" I asked the bartender, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

The bartender shook his head, a look of genuine regret on his face. "I'm sorry, but Aiden quit just a few minutes ago. Said he had to move on."

"Aiden!" I called out, running to catch up to him. He turned at the sound of my voice, and the look of surprise on his face quickly turned to a frown when he saw me in my wedding dress.

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"Caroline, what are you doing here? You're going to be late for your wedding," he said, the sorrow evident in his voice.

I caught up to him, my breath coming in short gasps. "I... I ran away from it. I couldn't go through with it, Aiden. Not with Fred, not when... when I know I like you too much."

His expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Caroline, I like you too. More than you know."

The admission sent a wave of warmth through me, but it was quickly overshadowed by my next question. "Why did you quit, Aiden? Why now?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "For one thing, it was getting too risky. There are too many people here who might expose the truth about me."

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"Secondly," he continued, "I was only working here to save up for my Stanford education. But then, I received a job offer from an excellent company, Cunningham Exports, and I decided to take it. It's a chance for me to start fresh, to build the future I've always wanted."

I froze, the name of the company echoing in my mind. "That company... it's owned by my father."

"What confession, Aiden?" I asked, stepping closer to him. "What's going on, what secret are you afraid might be exposed?"

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"I'm actually a Montgomery," Aiden began, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder might summon the specters of his past. "You may have heard of my family. We were part of the same social circle as yours until we were... ousted."

I listened, stunned into silence, as Aiden detailed the harrowing reasons behind his family's fall from grace.

"My father refused to be part of some questionable business deals. He threatened to go to the authorities, and... well, the backlash was immediate. We were threatened, forced to leave the city for our safety."

The pieces started to fall into place—the hushed stories I'd heard as a child, the whispered warnings about the dangers of defying the unspoken rules of our social order.

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"Your father recognized me at the bar," he continued, a rueful smile touching his lips. "Apparently, I look a lot like my old man did when he was younger. "He offered me the job, but I didn't know he was your father until a few moments ago. I swear, Caroline, I never intended to hide this from you. It just never seemed like the right time to bring it up."

His admission, laden with the weight of honesty and vulnerability, hung between us. Aiden's gaze held mine, earnest and hopeful.

The seconds stretched into eternity as I considered everything he had said, the honesty of his confession, the courage it must have taken to face me with the truth of his identity. And in that moment, my heart made up its mind.

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"Aiden," I finally said, my voice steady with conviction, "it sounds like your family did the best they could under impossible circumstances. I don't hold your secrecy against you. You came clean when it mattered most, and that's what counts."

Relief flooded Aiden's features, a look of gratitude and something deeper, more profound, that spoke of the bond that had formed between us, against all odds.

In the space of a heartbeat, we closed the distance between us, our kiss a seal on the silent promises made in the quiet of the lobby. It was a kiss that spoke of new beginnings, of understanding and acceptance, of a future unfettered by the chains of our families' pasts.

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