Bride’s Mom Sees Groom Entering Bathroom with Bridesmaid in the Middle of Wedding – Story of the Day

Iris was so delighted. Her daughter Eliza was all set to get married to the love of her life, Daniel. So Iris shuffled toward her future son-in-law to give him her late husband’s diamond cufflinks.

But Daniel was walking too fast, and Iris had to race her achy knees. She watched him approach Melissa, one of the bridesmaids, and whisper something to her.

Then, they both walked away from the venue toward the back of the restaurant. Curious, Iris tiptoed behind them, only to see them slipping into a bathroom together…

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Iris slightly opened the door, and her heart sank when she peered inside.

“I can’t wait anymore, babe,” Daniel tugged at Mellissa’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Not now, darling,” Melissa crooned. “If someone finds out, our plans will be ruined. Patience, babe…you just need to stay married for a little. Think of the big payday we’ll get when you divorce your boring wife. Millions of dollars worth…but now control yourself!”

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Iris leaned over and glimpsed at Daniel and Melissa on the bathroom mirror. They were locked in each others’ arms, kissing passionately.

“Not now…” Melissa muttered. “We have to get back.”

“Not until you promise to meet me at my house later,” Daniel said. “We carry on like we always have…after Eliza’s gone to work!”

Melissa giggled. Unable to see or take it anymore, Iris hurried away to warn her daughter.

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Iris hurried to the dining room, but Eliza was not there. Suddenly, the MC called for everyone’s attention.

“Before we proceed to the wedding hall, the bride has a special gift for the groom,” he announced.

Eliza appeared on the stage and took the mic from the MC.

“…I’ve waited for a long time to find a real love…and I want to dedicate this to him!”

As the band behind Eliza started playing the chords, she sang a melodious love song. A hush fell over the room as Eliza finished singing.

The guests applauded, and Daniel rushed onto the stage and hugged her. Iris knew it would crush her daughter’s heart when she learned the truth about Daniel’s scheming.

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The MC interrupted the bustling wedding scene. “And now… love birds, your first dance!”

Iris weaved through the crowd and approached her daughter. “Eliza, I have to tell you something…it’s about Daniel.”

“Is everything okay, Mom?”

“Sweetie, he is…Can we talk privately?”

“Daniel’s waiting for me. We’ll talk after the first dance, okay?”

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Melissa sidled around Iris and approached the bride. “Daniel’s waiting for you in the dance hall.”

Eliza was so gorgeous in her wedding dress as she followed Melissa to the door. Iris was shattered, and she did not have the courage to break her daughter’s heart on her big day.

So she watched in agony as the wedding proceeded. There was nothing she could do to bring Daniel and Melissa’s affair to light. There was only one way to expose him: Iris had to ensure Eliza caught him red-handed.

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Eliza and Daniel drove Iris to the airport the following Monday to catch an early flight back home. Iris was disgusted to watch Daniel acting so lovey-dovey with Eliza.

Iris hugged Eliza goodbye before heading to the boarding lounge. Around 15 minutes later, she called a cab and returned to Eliza’s house.

Iris knew Melissa and Daniel would meet after Eliza went to work, and she decided to catch them.

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When Iris arrived at Eliza’s house, she saw Melissa’s car parked in the driveway. She quickly called Eliza.

“Sweetie, my flight was canceled,” Iris told her daughter. “I hailed a taxi to your place…I’m feeling dizzy…can you meet me there?”

“Oh, God, Mom! I’m busy…but don’t worry. I’ll call Daniel and ask him, alright?”

“No, don’t call him. I want you to come here…please, it’s important.”

Eliza sighed. “Fine…I’m coming.”

Iris hung up and crept up to the window.

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She peered through the glass pane and saw nothing strange at first. Then, the door swung open as Daniel and Melissa entered the room, kissing each other.

He set her down, and the pair started making out on the couch.

Iris glanced at the street, but there was still no sign of Eliza. She peeked through the window and quickly looked away in disgust, seeing how things inside had heated up.

Iris stood by the curb, praying for her daughter to be there soon. Five minutes later, Eliza pulled up.

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“Mom, are you okay?” Eliza approached Iris.

“No, I’m not. Your husband and that Melissa. They’re in there…fooling around.”

“WHAT?” Eliza was shocked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I overheard them on your wedding day…”

“You overheard what?”

“They are having an affair…and have planned to swindle you and take your money when Daniel leaves you,” Iris replied as Eliza froze.

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“Daniel and Melissa?” Eliza’s breath shuddered. “He’s always been nice to me…how did I not have a clue about this affair?”

“They’re in there right now…” Iris pointed to the door. “Why don’t you go see with your own eyes?”

Eliza nodded curtly and wiped her tears. She angrily marched to the front door, and Iris was right behind her.

They tiptoed to the living room. The sound of Daniel and Melissa giggling behind the couch echoed in the hallway.

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“What the hell’s going on here?” she yelled.

Iris rushed in but was caught off-guard by the sight before her shocked eyes. It didn’t make any sense.

Just mere minutes ago, when she looked through the window, Daniel and Melissa were engrossed in their intimate moment. But now, they were casually seated on the sofa like nothing had happened.

“Eliza? What do you mean?” Daniel replied. “Melissa and I were discussing work…Didn’t I tell you I’d be working from home this week?”

“You LIAR!” Iris pointed at Daniel. “I saw the both of you doing ‘things’ on that sofa…you must’ve seen us coming and gotten dressed.”

“Gotten dressed?” Melissa frowned. “Jesus…you think Daniel and I are having…an affair?”

“Just shut up,” Eliza snapped. “My mother saw you two in the bathroom on our wedding day…and now, in our house. You were so insistent on sharing our assets and money when we got married. And now I know why…Daniel, you married me for my money.’

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“That’s not true!” Daniel denied the allegation. “Being married means sharing everything. What’s mine is yours, Eliza. I’m sorry your mother thinks so cheap of me…but she’s mistaken. Melissa and I are friends and business partners. I thought you… trusted me.”

“I did, Daniel. But why would my Mom lie to me? I just…I just don’t understand.”

“Eliza, I love you…and I can prove it,” Daniel took Eliza’s hand.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys.

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“See this?” He dropped the keys into Eliza’s palm. “I made the final payment for our new home yesterday. Melissa was here to help me with an idea to surprise you. But everything’s ruined now.”

“He’s lying, Eliza,” Iris insisted as she watched Eliza lift the keys with her trembling fingers.

But Eliza didn’t seem to hear. “You were going to surprise me?” she whispered.

“Yes! I wanted to drive you there in a blindfold…walk you onto the lawn…and show you our dream home. But I guess I’ll be staying there alone now. There’s no point in sharing my life with a woman who doesn’t trust me.”

Daniel snatched the keys from Eliza and stormed to their bedroom.

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“Wait, you can’t just leave me like this,” Eliza ran after Daniel. “I don’t doubt you…but I know Mom would never tell me something like this unless it’s true.”

Daniel stopped and turned around. “I don’t know what your Mom saw and heard. I’ve offered you proof. If you still don’t believe me, I don’t think this marriage can last.”

“I trust you…that’s why it hurts so much to think of you cheating on me. I love you, Daniel…”

“I love you too,” Daniel said. “I don’t understand what went wrong to make it easy for you to believe such awful things about me. If you truly believe that I’ve been unfaithful to you, tell me now. I’ll pack my things and leave you…forever.”

“I trust you! Please forgive me,” Eliza hugged Daniel as Iris couldn’t believe it.

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Iris’s heart raced in her chest. It was all too much for her. Her knees gave way as a dull pain spread through her chest. The last thing Iris heard was the piercing shrill of ambulance sirens.

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Iris was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors informed her she’d had a heart attack.

“You scared me, Mom…I’m glad you’re okay,” Eliza visited Iris and hugged her.

“I’ll feel a lot better if you tell me that you’ve kicked that fraudster and his mistress out.”

Eliza rolled her eyes. “Mom, please don’t talk about my husband like that. You’ve mistaken things about him…”

“Wake up, Eliza. He’s just using you. All that nonsense about buying a house was his way of guilt-tripping you into staying.”

“But it proves he loves me. Why would he want me to stay if he was only after my money?”

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“Why don’t you check your prenup, Eliza?” Iris snapped. “Good Lord, how do I make you understand that your husband is a gold-digger?”

“Mom, please stop this. Let’s not assume things and punish Daniel for something he’s never done.”

“Fine then,” Iris said. “If you don’t want to open your eyes and see the reality, then things are going to be different from now on.”

“What do you mean, Mom?”

Iris reached for her phone and dialed a number.

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“Hello, Mr. Simms…I’m calling you about my will,” Iris told her lawyer. “I want to make an urgent change. I’ve decided to leave all my wealth to charity. My daughter will not inherit a dime. And I want you to freeze her bank account. Yes…immediately. Thank you.”

“What?” Eliza stood shocked. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry, Eliza, but you left me with no choice. I don’t want our family’s hard-earned money being palmed to a gold-digger using you.”

“Fine!” Eliza yelled. “If you’re cutting me off your will, so be it. I don’t want to see you again.”

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The following few weeks were the most challenging days for Iris. She underwent heart surgery and was released from the hospital after a long recovery period.

She felt very lonely and even tried calling Eliza. But her daughter never answered, and Iris was heartbroken. She called her every day and sent her text messages.

Iris wasn’t surprised when there was no reply. But one day, her doorbell rang. When Iris opened the door, she froze in disbelief.

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“Eliza?!” Iris teared up as a wave of emotions washed over her. “Sweetie…”

Iris stopped talking when Eliza looked at her with red, puffy eyes.

“It’s Daniel, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around Eliza’s shoulders and led her inside.

“I’m sorry, Mom…I should’ve listened to you,” Eliza sobbed. “You were right!”

Iris hugged Eliza. She hated seeing her daughter so heartbroken but was glad she was finally free from that money-grubber, Daniel.

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My Sister Planned a Lie Detector Contest for My Fiancé and Me at My Wedding—the Wedding Was Canceled After Taking It

I always thought my wedding day would be unforgettable for all the right reasons. Instead, it became unforgettable for a reason I could never have imagined. It all began when my sister brought a lie detector test to the wedding.

I’m Harlene, a 28-year-old teacher, and until recently, I thought I had the perfect life. My fiancé, Mark, and I had been together for five wonderful years, planning a future filled with love and laughter. That future vanished the moment my sister, Melissa, turned my wedding into a nightmare.

Let me explain.

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

Mark and I met through a mutual friend five years ago, and from the moment we connected, it felt like we’d known each other forever.

He was very kind and sensitive to everyone’s feelings around him. What I loved the most about him was how he respected everyone equally and never shied away from helping others.

It didn’t take time before we became inseparable. We’d spend weekends exploring new restaurants, binge-watching sitcoms, and dreaming about the future.

“Har,” he’d say with a teasing grin, “if you weren’t such a good cook, I’d probably starve to death.”

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A man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

“Good thing I love feeding you,” I’d reply, laughing as he polished off yet another plate of lasagna.

Mark worked as a software developer, a job that sometimes kept him at his desk late into the night. I never minded, though. I understood his dedication and appreciated the effort he put into his career.

As for me, I was living my dream as a teacher. My students were my little rays of sunshine, and I loved every chaotic, beautiful moment of my job.

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Children in a classroom | Source: Pexels

When we decided to get married, we both agreed that our wedding should be a celebration of love and fun. We wanted everyone to feel as happy as we did.

“Let’s make it the kind of wedding people will talk about for years,” Mark said one evening as we brainstormed ideas.

“Definitely,” I replied. “How about games? Fun ones that get everyone involved?”

“Perfect,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “We can have trivia or charades or something. Maybe even a karaoke battle.”

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A man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

We even looped in my sister, Melissa, for some ideas. At the time, she didn’t seem particularly interested.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “You guys are the creative ones. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll help.”

With Melissa’s lackluster input, Mark and I continued planning the wedding of our dreams. Every detail mattered to us, from the playlist to the seating chart.

Mark was attentive to everything, from how the napkins matched the centerpieces to ensuring that the cake was perfect.

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A wedding planner | Source: Pexels

“This is going to be the best day of our lives,” I told him as we finalized the guest list.

“It will,” he said, squeezing my hand. “I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle.”

And I believed him. I believed in us. We were the perfect team, and nothing could go wrong.

Little did I know, the wedding we so lovingly planned would turn into a moment I’d wish I could forget.

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An upset woman | Source: Pexels

The day of the wedding had finally arrived, and I was filled with excitement.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t stop smiling. This was it. This was the day I’d dreamed of for so long.

When I walked into the venue, the energy was electric. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time, laughing, chatting, and soaking in the atmosphere we’d worked so hard to create.

Mark greeted me at the entrance with a kiss on the cheek.

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A woman smiling on her big day | Source: Midjourney

“You look stunning, Har,” he said, his voice full of admiration.

“And you look dashing yourself,” I replied with a grin, taking in his crisp suit and the way his eyes sparkled.

Everything felt magical until Melissa grabbed the microphone.

“Alright, everyone!” she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter. “I have a little surprise for the happy couple! I’ve been planning this for weeks, and I promise it’s going to be so much fun!”

I looked at her with wide eyes. I hadn’t heard anything about a surprise game.

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A woman at her sister’s wedding | Source: Midjourney

“Melissa, what’s this about?” I asked, walking over to her.

“You’ll see!” she said with a mischievous grin. She waved to a man in the corner, who wheeled in a small machine with wires and sensors.

“What on earth is that?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“It’s a lie detector!” Melissa exclaimed, beaming. “I saw this online and thought it would be a hilarious wedding game. You and Mark will answer a few fun questions while hooked up to it. Trust me, everyone’s going to love it.”

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A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Mark, who gave me a skeptical look but shrugged.

“Why not?” he said. “Let’s give them a show.”

“That’s the spirit!” Melissa exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Come on, let’s get started.”

The technician hooked us up to the machine, and Melissa began with lighthearted questions.

“Mark,” she said with a smirk, “have you ever eaten the last slice of pizza and blamed it on Harlene?”

He laughed. “Yes,” he admitted, to a chorus of laughter from the guests.

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A man on his big day | Source: Midjourney

Next, it was my turn.

“Harlene,” Melissa asked, “have you ever secretly binge-watched a show without Mark?”

“Guilty as charged,” I said, grinning as the detector beeped to confirm I was telling the truth.

The questions continued, each one sillier than the last. Guests took turns coming up with their own, like, “Have you ever lied about liking your partner’s cooking?” or “Did you ever have a crush on a celebrity while dating each other?”

The air was filled with laughter, and I thought this might actually be one of the most memorable moments of the day.

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A woman looking straight ahead, smiling | Source: Midjourney

Then Uncle Sam stood up. His usually jovial face was deadly serious as he walked toward the mic.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Mark, did you ever cheat on my niece?”

Wait, what? I thought. Where did that come from?

I stared at him in silence, while the murmurs filled the air.

Mark chuckled nervously, looking around at the stunned faces.

“That’s a ridiculous question, Uncle Sam. I don’t think I need to dignify it with an answer,” he said, trying to wave it off.

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A groom talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

But Uncle Sam wasn’t smiling.

“I think you should, Mark,” he said firmly. “If you’ve got nothing to hide, what’s the harm in answering?”

I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

“Mark,” I said, trying to diffuse the tension, “it’s just a game. Let’s not ruin the mood, okay?”

Mark turned to me, his jaw tight. “Exactly. It’s just a game, and this question is out of line.”

But the look in his eyes gave me pause. There was no humor there, no easy confidence. He looked… defensive.

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A groom at his wedding | Source: Midjourney

I tried to reassure myself. This was Mark, my Mark. The man I’d trusted and loved for five years. There was no way he’d cheated on me. Right?

But Uncle Sam wasn’t backing down. “Why not answer, then? If it’s absurd, prove it.”

Mark clenched his fists, his face hardening. “Because it’s insulting, that’s why. I don’t owe anyone an answer to something so ridiculous.”

I glanced around the room, noticing the growing unease among the guests. The whispers, the exchanged glances. My pulse quickened. Why was Mark reacting this way?

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A woman at her wedding | Source: Midjourney

“Mark,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “Answer it so we can move on.”

But he shook his head. “No, Harlene. I won’t dignify this with a response.”

His response told me something wasn’t right.

“Mark,” I said, my voice trembling, “if you don’t answer, I’m not sure I can go through with this wedding. I need to know there’s nothing to hide.”

He looked around and then sighed.

“Fine,” he said, glaring at Uncle Sam. “No, I have not cheated on Harlene.”

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A man talking to an older man | Source: Midjourney

Uncle Sam looked at the technician. “He’s lying, isn’t it?”

The technician quickly analyzed the results and nodded. “It looks like a lie.”

The gasp from the crowd was deafening.

“What?” I whispered. How is this possible?”

Uncle Sam smiled.

“Is there anyone in this room with whom you cheated?” he asked.

Mark looked like he’d been cornered. “No,” he said flatly.

“Another lie,” the technician said promptly.

I couldn’t believe it.

“Who, Mark?” I asked. “Who did you cheat on me with?”

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A bride talking to the groom | Source: Midjourney

He didn’t answer.

That’s when I noticed Melissa, my sister, shifting uncomfortably. A horrible thought crept into my mind.

“Was it her?” I asked, pointing at Melissa. “Did you cheat on me with my sister?”

Mark froze. He looked at Melissa before his gaze locked with mine.

“Tell me Mark!” I insisted. “Was it her? Melissa?”

Mark looked at the ground and said what I didn’t want to hear.

“Yes,” he said.

The machine didn’t need to confirm it, but it did. Truth.

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A man standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by my shaky breath. My mind raced as I stared at Mark, then at Melissa, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.

Before I could even form a question, Uncle Sam cleared his throat.

“I wasn’t going to say anything today,” he began, his gaze fixed on Mark. “But I saw you two together a few weeks ago. I was at the mall, grabbing lunch, when I spotted you, Mark, holding Melissa’s hand. I thought maybe I was imagining it until I saw the way you leaned into her. The way you touched her cheek.”

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A man and a woman standing in a mall | Source: Midjourney

He paused, shaking his head in disgust. “It wasn’t how a future brother-in-law behaves with his fiancée’s sister. I hoped I was wrong, but something told me I wasn’t. So, when Melissa showed up today acting nervous and twitchy, I decided it was time to find out the truth.”

His words were like knives, cutting through whatever illusion I’d been clinging to. I looked at Melissa, whose face was streaked with tears. “Why?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “You’re my sister. How could you?”

“Harlene, I…” she started, but her voice cracked, and she couldn’t finish.

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A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

Then, I turned to Mark. “You didn’t just betray me. You betrayed everything we built together. How could you do this? Why?”

Mark looked away, unable to meet my eyes. “I made a mistake,” he muttered, as if that was supposed to erase the pain he’d caused.

My chest tightened, and my vision blurred with tears. I couldn’t forgive Mark. I knew cheating wasn’t just a mistake. It was a choice, and one I could never accept.

Without another word, I ripped off the wires from the lie detector and walked out, leaving behind the man I thought I knew, the sister I thought I could trust, and the wedding that would never be.

Some betrayals leave scars too deep to heal, and this was one I couldn’t ignore.

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