It was meant to be the happiest day of Emma’s life. The sun bathed the ceremony in warmth, the flowers bloomed in perfection, and she stood at the altar in her dream dress, ready to marry Steve—the love of her life.

The officiant’s words were a distant murmur as Emma gazed into Steve’s eyes, filled with love and anticipation.

“I object!”

The interruption cut through the air like a knife. Emma’s heart skipped a beat as every head turned towards the woman standing in the aisle. Susan, trembling and pale, declared she was dying and begged Steve to spend her final six months with her.

Emma’s shock turned to betrayal. She demanded answers, her voice trembling with hurt and confusion.

“Who is she, Steve? What is going on?”

Steve’s face paled with guilt as he explained Susan was his first love. He asked for a moment alone with her, leaving Emma devastated at the altar.

Outside, Emma waited, the weight of uncertainty crushing her spirit. Minutes dragged like hours until Steve returned, his expression a mix of sadness and determination.

“Everyone,” Steve began, his voice wavering. “Susan’s claim is true. I can’t ignore her plea.”

Emma’s heart shattered. “You’re leaving me?” Tears welled in her eyes, pain etched on her face.

Steve pleaded, “It’s not about love, Emma. Just closure for her last days.”

Emma shook her head, her voice breaking. “How can you do this on our wedding day?”

Steve’s eyes pleaded for understanding. “Please, Emma, I love you. Give me time.”

Emma turned away, unable to bear more heartache. She walked out, leaving Steve torn between past and future, their dreams shattered in the harsh light of truth.