I organize weddings, and once, an incredibly wealthy woman hired me.
She was ready to spend millions but insisted on complete privacy. We met every day, but I never saw her fiancé. She always said that he worked a lot, and I didn’t really dwell on it. On the wedding day, with all the guests in place and the bride at the altar, a white limousine pulled up. The host announced, “Applause for our beloved groom, Arnold!” The car doors opened, and my heart stopped… it was MY HUSBAND, John!!! I stood frozen in shock as he walked down the red carpet, waving to the crowd. But the very next moment, his eyes found mine, and unexpectedly, he halted. A hush fell over the guests as John’s face turned ashen. He looked from me to the bride and back again, his expression a mix of shock and panic. The bride, unaware of the unfolding drama, stood smiling at the altar, her eyes filled with expectation.
