Missing My wedding

The Runaway Groom

Murmurs spread across the pews. Natasha’s father clenched his fists, her mother wiped away tears, and her bridesmaids fidgeted anxiously. The priest cleared his throat, looking at her with pity. Then, someone’s phone rang, and within moments, the whispers turned into a full-blown scandal. Leonard had run away. Natasha’s hands trembled as she snatched her phone and read the message Leonard had sent: I can’t do this. I’m sorry. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. Her world crumbled, and humiliation swallowed her whole. She lay there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened. One minute they were basking in the afterglow of their passion, and the next, he was gone. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her heart racing with anxiety. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Where did you go?" she whispered into the phone, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. "What's going on?"

She waited for him to return her call for what seemed like an eternity, but the phone did not ring.

Her nervousness gave way to fear as the hours passed. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

He had turned off his phone when she tried to call him again.

Panic struck. Thinking about what might have happened, she began to pace her room back and forth.

And then, it hit her. The wedding. It was just two days away.

A chilling fear swept across her. Had he changed his mind?

Though she made an effort to disregard the thought, it persisted.

She became aware that she had not heard from him all day as the sun started to set.

The quiet was overwhelming.

Then, as she was beginning to give up, she got a text message.

"I'm sorry," it read. "I'll explain everything tomorrow."

Tomorrow.

The wedding day.

Her heart fell.There was a serious problem.

Natasha Reyes was not your typical female. She was the picture of poise and fortitude. Her mother was a former beauty queen who became a philanthropist, and her father was a well-known businessman in the banking sector. She was born into a respectable household. Natasha had learned to be dignified because she had grown up in a wealthy but orderly household. She was adored by many because of her intelligence, ambition, and kindness.

Unlike others born into wealth, she was never entitled; she worked hard for her success, managing her boutique fashion line with a vision for empowering women.

Her beauty was as captivating as her personality. With long, cascading raven-black hair, almond-shaped hazel eyes, and a naturally radiant complexion, Natasha had an effortless charm that turned heads. Her full lips carried a warm smile, and her elegant posture only accentuated her natural grace. She had a rare beauty that wasn’t just about her looks but also about the way she carried herself—with confidence, warmth, and an unwavering belief in love.

The weeks leading up to the wedding had been riddled with tension. Leonard had grown distant, his once affectionate gestures replaced by indifference. Natasha had noticed the change but had tried to brush it off as pre-wedding stress. Every time she brought it up, Leonard would wave her concerns away with a forced smile.

“Nothing’s wrong, Nat,” he had said more than once. “Just a lot on my mind.”

But she wasn’t convinced. Late-night calls that ended abruptly when she entered the room, unexplainable absences, and a coldness in his touch all pointed to something deeper.