I was over the moon on my wedding day, until my fierce rival showed up and took the microphone. “Hello everyone,” she introduced herself. “No one invited me, but I’m here to talk about something very important…” I tensed.
The wedding was in full swing when my husband’s self-proclaimed mistress, Mary, appeared in the function room. I became anxious. “Why did she come here? I told you several times not to invite her!” I said angrily to Tom.
Tom gave me an embarrassed smile. “Calm down, darling. Such a trifle can’t affect our marriage!” he said.
“But Tom, I asked you!” I retorted.
“You see, Jessica. I didn’t invite her, really! I don’t know why she’s here!” Tom explained.
“Don’t lie, Tom, I know…” Before I could finish, the guests interrupted us. “A KISS! A KISS! A KISS! WE WANT YOU TO KISS! NOW!”
Tom and I held hands and kissed passionately until the master of ceremonies interrupted us. “It’s time for our bride to throw the bouquet. Let’s see what the next wedding will be!” he said.
The girls all rushed and formed a circle. I stood in the center of the circle.
As I positioned myself, I heard some girls say that I looked beautiful in the snow-white dress I’d dreamed of a month ago. I blushed. I still couldn’t believe it had finally happened. I married my boss, a charming and wealthy businessman.
Soon, the girls split up and gathered in one spot. They raised their arms, preparing to catch the bouquet, each hoping to become the next person to be married. I turned my back on the girls and threw the bouquet.
But when I turned around, I was surprised to see the bouquet in the hands of my rival, Mary. She looked at me and smiled, but I ignored her and walked away.
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The master of ceremonies continued his speech. “The girl who caught the bouquet is asked to come here.”
Mary stepped toward the stage, lifting her purple dress. When she held the microphone in her hands, my heart leaped. I was sure she’d say something that would ruin our wedding. I should have thrown her out of the room!
The emcee looked at Mary and asked, “What is your name, young lady? Please introduce yourself!”
The moment I saw Mary stand to begin her speech, my whole life flashed before my eyes.
I was a little girl running along the river when I met my first love. His name was Michael and he was five years older than me. He was limping when I saw him that day. He might have sprained his leg.
I stopped by the river and stared at him. Suddenly, I saw him slip and fall into the river. I cried my eyes out, and luckily, a fisherman saw him and saved his life.
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I ran to Michael and asked him if he was okay. He took my hand in his and said, “Thank you for saving me. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”
From that moment on, I waited and never strayed far from Michael. Even when he left for the army, I waited for his return. And one day, he finally came back. I was eighteen years old then.
“Oh, come on, you haven’t forgotten me,” Michael said, taking my hand. “So, will you marry me?”
Well, I had to, because I quickly realized I was expecting a baby. We had a quiet wedding, and I moved in with Michael’s parents while our house was being built. They were very kind to me. However, one day, when I was heavily pregnant, Michael didn’t come home.
I got up several times during the night and went to the construction site, but he was nowhere to be found. Worried, I rushed to my mother-in-law’s house. “Michael hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried,” I told her.
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She patted my head affectionately. “Oh, darling. That’s how everyone lives. Do you think my husband didn’t cheat on me? But later, he came to his senses. Hang in there, darling,” she advised me.
However, soon the whole town started talking about Michael having an affair with Samantha. I couldn’t take it anymore, and when my daughter Helen was born, I went to live with my parents.
Michael convinced me to come back twice, which I did both times. But after a while, it all started again, and this time it was worse.
Michael now had several women in his life, not just one or two. Samantha, Vicky, Melinda… each time, it was a new woman. I was tired of trying to make the marriage work, so I divorced him and never looked back.
Because of this experience, I decided to marry for convenience. But little did I know that I would fall in love.
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I contacted my aunt Catherine, who lived in the city. She arranged for me to take office-software courses and eventually work as a secretary in Tom’s company. The former secretary had gotten married and taken maternity leave, so it was perfect timing.
The candidate for this position was Mary. She had already worked as an assistant secretary and was infatuated with her boss. Everyone knew this, but Tom didn’t notice.
Honestly, it wasn’t easy to win against Mary, but in the end, it worked out. And now Tom and I are married. The only thing I was worried about was that I hadn’t told Tom I had a daughter and an ex-husband.
I thought I’d talk about it when we had children. However, if Mary revealed everything now, not only would my relationship with Tom be ruined, but I’d also be humiliated in front of the guests.
Mary ran a background check on me when she learned that Tom and I liked each other. She knew everything that had happened in my hometown. She never confronted me directly, but I learned that the woman knew everything about me through certain people.
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So when she walked up to the microphone, my heart sank.
“Hello everyone, my name is Mary. I’ve been working for Tom for a long time. No one invited me to come here. But I came. I came to say…” This is how she began her speech.
I anxiously took Tom’s hand and squeezed it.
Tom looked at me affectionately. “You don’t need to worry, Jess. I know everything. I know your past,” he said.
I was taken aback. “Wait a minute, what? But how?”
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“We’ll talk about this later, Jess. And don’t worry, I’ve already forgiven you,” he said. I grabbed Tom’s hand hard again, this time out of love rather than fear of Mary.
“Go on!” he nodded to Mary.
Marie continued, “I came to say… some welcome words for you, Tom and Jessica. Be happy! And this is a gift from our team.” With that, she carried a large box into the hall.
As I opened the gift, I whispered to Mary, “Did you come just to give us a gift?”
“Yes,” Mary replied. “I loved Tom very much, but I know he loves you. So I really hope you stay happy forever.”
I leaned forward and hugged Mary. “You know, everyone says I got married for convenience. But I love her!”
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“I know, Jessica,” Mary told me.
That’s how I got my happy ending. Later, I learned that Tom had fallen head over heels for me. And of course, he immediately investigated everything he needed to know about me.
He also had a conversation with my ex-husband when he came to ruin our relationship. But Tom fought for me. He didn’t pay attention to the rumors. He didn’t pay attention to the fact that I kept my past a secret. He wanted to be a loving husband and the father of my children. And he played that role extraordinarily well.
We had twins, Sam and Aaron, a year after we married, and Tom loved all the children, Helen, Sam, and Aaron, unconditionally.
What can we learn from this story?
- Some encounters are blessed by heaven. Tom and Jessica were meant for each other.
- Relationships are built on love and trust, not necessarily blood. Tom’s acceptance of Helen is a shining example of this.
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