5 Jaw-Dropping Stories That Happened at Weddings

A groom canceled a wedding with a cryptic email, while the bride discovered her dress was sabotaged under mysterious circumstances. Discover what happened and even more scandals below!

My Wedding Vanished…But He Didn’t

I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.

Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.

He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.

Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.

That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.

I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.

So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.

“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”

“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”

Jess shook her head.

“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”

It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.

“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”

Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.

“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.

It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.

Not even Rasmus.

“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.

I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.

“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.

“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.

“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.

“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”

My heart almost stopped beating.

How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.

Dear Brenda,

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.

But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.

My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.

They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.

I needed to hear it from them.

But my parents were just as shocked as I was.

“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”

Then, I asked my sister. “I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”

That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.

The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.

I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.

I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.

His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.

“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.

Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.

So, he panicked.

“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”

As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.

So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.

A Slideshow He’ll Never Forget

I’m David, Lizzy’s elder brother and her only sibling. Six months ago, Lizzy shocked everyone by canceling her wedding.

She said with teary eyes, “David, I can’t go through with the wedding, not without Grandma here to see it.”

Our grandma passed away shortly after all the wedding plans were finalized, and Lizzy felt she couldn’t celebrate such a big day without her.

Despite her decision, we didn’t cancel any of the wedding bookings.

Lizzy said, “The reservations are non-refundable, David. It seems pointless to waste all that money.”

As a result, the venue, the caterer, and even the hotel stays were still on hold under her name. It made sense financially, but emotionally, it just added to the heaviness of her decision.

Little did I know, the real story was far more complicated, and soon, I’d find myself deeply involved.

Since my flights were already booked, I decided to stay at the hotel for free. Upon entering the hotel, I noticed the wedding decor was still intact.

“Sad it’s of no use now,” I thought as I walked towards the reception.

“Hi, I’m checking in,” I told the receptionist, showing her the booking on my phone.

“Just a minute, sir,” she replied as she verified my booking.

Looking around the hotel, I could see the staff bustling from one end to the other, seemingly preparing for an event.

“Ah, you’re here for the wedding!” the receptionist chirped.

“Yeah, I was,” I said. “But now I’m just using the reservation since the wedding is canceled.”

“Sir, the wedding is on,” the receptionist looked at me, confused. “The first event begins at 3 p.m.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, shocked.

“Here’s the itinerary, sir,” she handed me a tablet with the event details. “You may take a look at it.”

Sliding my finger across the screen, I read the groom’s name. It was Mike, my sister’s ex.

“How is this even possible?” I gasped in shock.

Mike was about to tie the knot with another woman at the same hotel Lizzy had booked for her wedding. The venue was all set for Mike to marry another woman.

I immediately slid my phone out of my pocket and called Lizzy.

Lizzy picked up after the first ring, her voice tinged with confusion and worry. “David, what’s up? Why are you calling me from the hotel?”

“Lizzy, you won’t believe this,” I started, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief. “I’m at the hotel, and the receptionist just told me the wedding is still on. Mike is getting married today, at 3 p.m., but not with you—with another woman!”

There was a pause, a heavy silence on the line.

“What are you talking about, David? That can’t be right,” Lizzy finally responded, her voice cracking.

“It’s true, Liz. I saw the itinerary. His name is there with someone else’s. How could this be happening? Didn’t you cancel everything?”

Lizzy sighed deeply. “I… I didn’t cancel the wedding because of Grandma, David. I found out Mike was cheating on me. I couldn’t go through with it, but I didn’t know how to tell everyone the real reason.”

I clenched my fists, feeling a rush of protectiveness and rage.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped you deal with this mess.”

“I was embarrassed, David.”

“We need to clear your name,” I said firmly. “We can’t let Mike get away with this. He’s making it look like you backed out, and he’s the victim here. Everyone thinks you’re at fault.”

“I know, but what can we do now?” Lizzy asked helplessly.

I paced back and forth, thinking quickly. “I’m going to expose him, Liz. I’ll show everyone who he really is.”

With a plan forming in my mind, I hurried off to talk to some of the hotel staff I had seen setting up earlier. I needed inside information and evidence.

A friendly waiter I recognized from setting up the ballroom listened as I explained the situation.

“I can help you,” he said after I finished. “Mike has been bragging to everyone here about dodging a bullet with your sister. He has been using his phone a lot. You might find something there.”

“Can you get me access to his room?” I asked, hoping it was possible.

“Leave it to me,” the waiter said.

An hour later, I was inside Mike’s room, thanks to the spare key card the waiter had managed to get.

I quickly found his phone charging on the bedside table. His carelessness was his downfall; he hadn’t even bothered to use a password.

I scrolled through his messages and emails, finding more than enough evidence of his infidelity. I took screenshots and emailed everything to myself.

Next, I called a friend who was skilled with computers.

“Tom, I need a big favor. Can you put together a slideshow presentation of these screenshots? It needs to be ready to display at a wedding—today.”

“Give me an hour,” he said.

With everything in place, I returned to the wedding venue. I met Tom there, and he uploaded the presentation to the AV system.

I was ready with my revenge.

The ceremony was about to start. Guests filled the room, murmuring happily, unaware of the drama about to unfold. I positioned myself near the back, my heart pounding.

As the lights dimmed and the first slide of the romantic slideshow appeared, I used the remote Tom had given me and switched it to our presentation.

The room went silent as the first incriminating message filled the screen, followed by another and then another.

Gasps and murmurs spread through the crowd as Mike’s betrayal unfolded.

Mike’s face turned pale as his secrets were exposed. Meanwhile, his bride, devastated, ran out of the room.

The guests, in shock, murmured amongst themselves. Some comforted Lizzy, who had just arrived.

Amid the chaos, I confronted Mike.

“Everyone knows the truth about you now,” I said quietly. “You can’t hide anymore.”

Many guests apologized to Lizzy for believing Mike’s lies. Meanwhile, his reputation crumbled, and his personal and professional life was shattered by the truth.

As the guests dispersed, Lizzy hugged me, tears of relief in her eyes. “Thank you, David,” she whispered. “You’ve given me a chance to move on.”

She Tried to Ruin My Wedding With a Ruined Dress

As I, Eve, aged 23, stand on the threshold of matrimony with my beloved fiancé, Dexter, aged 24, the impending union feels like a dream. With just two months until our wedding day, I’m eager to share the remarkable journey that has led us here.

But before the curtains rise on the main act, allow me to offer a glimpse into the backdrop that sets the scene for this unforgettable journey.

Dexter and I have been together for four years, engaged for two. We share a darling daughter, Bella, who is the light of our lives.

My family fell in love with Dexter the moment I introduced him. He and my dad bond over their love for sports and fishing, and my mom adores him, treating him like the son she never had. I’m her only daughter, so I guess she cherishes having a “son” in Dexter.

However, Dexter’s family dynamic is a bit more complicated. While his parents are cordial, my relationship with his sister, Samantha, has been anything but smooth. Samantha has made it crystal clear she disapproves of me, and this animosity has been palpable from day one.

When Dexter and I announced our pregnancy with Bella, Samantha’s reaction was far from warm. She called us reckless for starting a family so young and didn’t hold back her harsh comments.

“Couldn’t you guys have waited to have a baby until marriage, or maybe engagement? Dex, sweetie, what was the rush, really?” she’d said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

Despite her attempts to sow discord, Dexter’s and my bond only grew stronger. I remember being three months pregnant when he orchestrated the most romantic proposal I could have ever imagined.

It was a cool evening, and Dexter had planned a surprise dinner at the spot where we had our first date. The area was softly lit with strings of lights, creating a magical atmosphere.

As dessert was served, Dexter got down on one knee, his eyes shimmering with emotion, and asked if I would spend the rest of my life with him. Overwhelmed with joy, I said yes, tears streaming down my face. It was perfect.

Fast forward to the wedding preparations, and something happened that I never thought possible. Samantha reached out, her tone unexpectedly warm and apologetic. She confessed to having misjudged our relationship and offered her family’s heirloom wedding dress as a gesture of reconciliation.

The dress, a beautiful garment passed down through generations, was, according to Samantha, now mine to wear on my wedding day. Along with the dress, she sent a note so saccharinely sweet it was almost cloying, offering to assist with any alterations.

In an attempt to mend bridges, Samantha even asked me to babysit her six-year-old son, Drew, while she was out on business. I agreed, and that day, as I was watching Drew, he noticed the wedding dress displayed in our living room.

“Isn’t it broken?” Drew innocently inquired, tilting his head at the dress.

“What? The dress?” I asked, puzzled and taken aback.

“Yes, the dress,” Drew said. “Mommy mentioned it tore from one end when she sat down, and she thought about throwing it away because it couldn’t be fixed.”

At that moment, the pieces began to fall into place. Samantha’s sudden change of heart and her “kind” gesture were not real. As I digested this revelation, I tried to keep my composure for Drew’s sake.

“Sweetie, do you know what your mom will wear for my wedding?” I asked, aiming to change the subject yet curious about his response.

“Yes. A white dress. It looks like this but nicer,” Drew said, pointing to the damaged gown before running off to play, oblivious to the bombshell he had just dropped.

Sitting there, I realized the depth of Samantha’s manipulation. She hadn’t just attempted to humiliate me; she planned to outshine me at my own wedding. The sweetness, the sudden warmth, it was all a meticulously crafted trap.

It didn’t take long for the gears in my mind to start turning. I was hurt, yes, but more than that, I felt a spark of defiance ignite within me. Samantha’s ploy had been clever, designed to put me in the shadows on my own wedding day.

But as the initial shock wore off, I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of turning the tables on her. So, that’s exactly what I decided to do.

With a newfound resolve, I started planning. The idea was simple yet effective: change the dress code for the wedding. But there was a twist – I would call and inform every guest about this change except Samantha and her immediate family.

Over the next few days, I sent out emails to each guest, articulating the new theme of the wedding: everyone was to wear white. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me; Samantha wanted to stand out in white, and now, she would blend in with everyone else.

The wedding day arrived with a buzz of excitement in the air. Guests began to arrive, each donned in various shades of white, from ivory to cream, creating a sea of uniformity. The atmosphere was electric, anticipation building for the bride’s entrance.

And then, there was Samantha, making her grand entrance in a white dress that was undoubtedly meant to steal the spotlight.

Her confidence was palpable as she walked in, head held high, until she realized the sea of white that surrounded her. The shock on her face was priceless – her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she looked as if she might topple over in her high heels.

But the best was yet to come. As the ceremony began, all eyes turned toward the back of the venue, waiting for the bride to make her entrance. The doors opened, and there I was, not in white, but in a stunning red dress that took everyone’s breath away.

The dress was a statement, a symbol of love and defiance, and as I walked down the aisle, I could feel the strength and support of our loved ones enveloping me.

Dexter’s face lit up with surprise and admiration, and I knew in that moment, we were on the same page, united against any attempt to diminish our happiness.

The ceremony was beautiful, filled with laughter, tears, and an overwhelming amount of love. Samantha, now just another guest in white, watched from the sidelines, her scheme foiled and her impact nullified.

As the celebration continued, I felt a profound sense of victory, not just for myself, but for our family’s future, knowing that we could face anything together.

Looking back, some might say I took the high road, while others might argue I stooped to Samantha’s level. But in that moment, it felt like the only way to reclaim my wedding day and send a clear message: no one could diminish our happiness or love.

The Other Woman at My Wedding

In the weeks leading up to my wedding, my life felt like it was hanging by a thread—one that was fraying with every secretive glance and muffled conversation my fiancé, Matt, thought he was hiding from me.

The signs were subtle at first—I know, they always are, but Matt had been an open book before that. This new version of him left me impossibly alone.

Suddenly, his phone was locked with a password and would always be attached to him. He also had a sudden need for privacy—wanting to take his calls outside, away from me.

But nothing hit harder than the day I smelled a different perfume on him. It was clear as anything that the scent just wasn’t mine. Where mine was herbal and earthy, whereas this new scent was sweet and floral.

I remember the morning that I sat outside, trying to figure out the way forward.

I was torn between wanting to finalize my wedding veil and wanting to confront Matt about whatever was going on behind the scenes.

I phoned my sister, Annie, because I wanted some clarity.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Should I confront him?”

“Yeah!” my sister exclaimed enthusiastically. “You’re going to marry this guy, sis. You need to know what’s going on before the wedding. Better a canceled wedding than a divorce.”

I knew that my sister meant it in the best way. She wanted to open my eyes to the possibility that something extreme might be going on.

“So, talk to him,” she said. “And do it soon!”

I couldn’t imagine canceling my wedding. But if Matt was seeing someone else—then I didn’t have any intention of being with him. I would not allow that.

I confronted Matt over dinner that evening. My voice was steady, but my heart thundered against my ribcage. I was worried that I was making things up in my mind. But the thought of there being some truth in Matt’s actions terrified me.

“I’m not going to play these games, Matt,” I said, sitting at the table.

His reaction was immediate, his eyes widening, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow as if the mere accusation was enough to shatter him.

“Summer,” he stammered. “There’s no other woman if that’s what you’re insinuating. I swear. This is just a private project at work—it’s all based on confidentiality at the moment. I’ve got to focus on it, but nothing can be leaked. Okay?”