There I was, in my gorgeous white dress, about to say “I do” to the man I loved. The church was filled with flowers, music, and happy faces. Everything was perfect—until a small child changed everything.
She couldn’t have been more than five, dressed in a simple sundress and clutching wild daisies. At first I smiled, thinking she was a cute addition to the ceremony. But when she shyly asked me for money, I felt uneasy. Then I noticed the birthmark—a perfect little heart on her wrist. Just like my fiancé’s.
My blood ran cold. “Who’s your daddy?” I asked softly. Her finger pointed directly at my groom-to-be.
The gasp from our guests was audible. I looked at my fiancé, whose face had gone sheet-white. Without a word, I took off my veil and walked out.
Later, we learned the truth through DNA tests. He’d fathered a child years before we met and never told me. That little girl, brave enough to approach a bride in her wedding dress, had unknowingly saved me from a marriage built on lies.
Sometimes the most painful discoveries are blessings in disguise.
