On what was supposed to be a joyful day, a peculiar little girl holding a bunch of daisies changed the bride’s life forever. A quick look at the child’s wrist showed a mark that broke her ideas about the man she was about to wed.
The weather was lovely, warm but not too hot, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers through the park. Friends and family chatted and laughed as they waited for the ceremony.
I stood in front of the altar, dressed in my white gown, feeling like I was in a dream. The man I adored was just steps away, joking with our guests. Everything seemed perfect.
Or so it appeared.
Just as we were about to start, I saw her—a young girl no older than five years old standing alone with daisies in her hands and big curious eyes. She looked out of place; her dress wrinkled and shoes dirty as if she had wandered in by accident.
She came up to me with an innocent question: “Do you have a coin?” Her voice was calm yet clear. I smiled politely and reached for some change but then noticed the heart-shaped birthmark on her wrist that looked just like my fiancé’s.
For a moment, I froze. Memories I’d tried to forget flooded back—his unexplained absences, late nights out, and that lingering perfume smell he could never explain away. Each time he brushed off my worries as paranoia or silly fears.
Now here stood this little girl clutching daisies with that same heart-shaped mark on her wrist. Kneeling down to meet her gaze calmly, I asked softly “Sweetheart where are your parents?”
“I don’t know,” she said quietly while holding onto those daisies tightly “I’ve been looking for my daddy.”
Dread filled my chest.
“Who is your daddy?”
Her tiny finger pointed straight at my fiancé shattering any last hope left inside me. As he walked over looking concerned; I took a deep breath forcing myself to ask “Did you have a child five years ago?”
His face went pale; his usual charm faded into nervous laughter “No way,” he stuttered glancing at Emily like it was his first time seeing her.
Holding up Emily’s hand showing him the mark “Then explain this,” I said mixing sorrow with anger “She has your birthmark.”
Shock spread through everyone watching us as they realized what had happened He stared at it panic growing in his eyes “This… it’s just coincidence,” he insisted but there wasn’t any confidence left behind those words.
The atmosphere turned tense; conversations stopped replaced by an awkward silence while people stared horrified My parents were frozen—my mom covering her mouth while dad’s expression turned cold.
My fiancé’s protests weakened but mine stayed strong “No James It’s not coincidence.” My gaze softened turning towards Emily “What’s your name sweetie?”
“Emily,” she whispered tearfully making me feel even more pain inside
Turning back toward him made me realize what needed doing “I won’t marry you unless you tell me everything Prove it with DNA test.” My tone remained soft yet sadness echoed clearly within it
The wedding got canceled Gossip spread quickly over next few days while phone buzzed non-stop asking questions But honestly? I didn’t have energy explaining anything Just waiting silently hoping truth would come out soon enough.
The DNA results came fast confirming what we all feared: Emily is his daughter.
James’ excuses fell flat He had hidden an entire life from me including this innocent child who deserved so much better
Even though heartbroken—I walked away knowing staying wasn’t possible when someone hides such important things Love alone isn’t enough without trust At least Emily found family among adoptive grandparents who welcomed their new granddaughter openly & warmly
As for myself? Moving forward felt mixed between grief & relief One thing became clear: free from dishonesty felt peaceful even if sun set on what should’ve been happiest day ever
