At 34, my mom was convinced that marriage was the only cure for my single status. Reluctantly, I agreed to a wedding that felt more like an obligation than a love story. But then, someone unexpected walked into my life—someone who made my heart race in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Suddenly, I was faced with a choice: follow the path my mother had carefully laid out for me or take a leap of faith toward my own happiness.
They say planning a wedding is one of the most stressful times in a woman’s life. For me? It was anything but—because deep down, I knew this wasn’t the love story I wanted.
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Here’s a little life hack for you: if you want a completely stress-free wedding, just agree to marry someone you don’t love. Sounds absurd, right? But trust me, it works.
Don’t get me wrong—Matt wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, he was everything a person should want in a partner: kind, dependable, and perfectly agreeable.
The problem? I felt nothing. No spark, no butterflies, no breathless anticipation. He was more of a reliable companion than a man I could imagine building a life with. And yet, there I was, walking toward a future that didn’t feel like mine.
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Our story began six months ago when my mom decided that being 34 and single was nothing short of a crisis.
To her, my unmarried status was a problem that needed an urgent solution. So, she and Matt’s parents took matters into their own hands and orchestrated the perfect setup.
At first, I played along, telling myself it was easier than arguing. But as the wedding day crept closer, so did the nagging voice in my head—the one whispering that this wasn’t love. It was settling. And the more I tried to ignore it, the louder it became.
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That day, I stood in a bridal boutique, draped in white lace, staring at a reflection that didn’t feel like mine.
I waited for that magic moment—the rush of excitement, the spark of certainty. But all I felt was… nothing. Well, maybe a slight twinge of discomfort, or was it dread?
“You look like a princess. Your dream is finally coming true,” Mom beamed, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
Your dream, Mom. Not mine.
I swallowed the words, forcing a small smile as the weight of the dress—and the life I was about to step into—settled heavily on my shoulders.
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She stepped closer, adjusting the veil on my head as if she were crowning me queen of a life I didn’t want. “In just two weeks, you’ll be a wife. Isn’t that wonderful?” Her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the expectation beneath it.
I wanted to scream, No, it’s not wonderful. This isn’t what I want! But the words never left my lips.
For months, she had orchestrated this wedding like it was her personal project, shaping my future to fit her vision. She never issued ultimatums, never raised her voice—but her constant nudging, the quiet persistence, had made it impossible to say no.
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Even the ring Matt used to propose hadn’t been his choice—it was carefully selected by my mother and his. A symbol of their plan, not our love.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice deliberately flat.
Mom’s smile faltered, her brows knitting together. “You don’t look happy. What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head in concern.
I almost laughed at how oblivious she was. How could she not see it? The weight pressing down on me, the silent scream lodged in my throat?
“Nothing,” I said instead, forcing a yawn. “I’m just tired.”
Tired of pretending. Tired of being the daughter who always did what she was told. Tired of living a life that wasn’t mine.
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“Being a bride is every woman’s dream,” she said with a wistful sigh. “You should feel so lucky.”
“I am,” I lied, my forced smile barely holding.
After the fitting, Mom and I stopped at a cozy little café for coffee before heading to the catering appointment.
I placed our order and moved to the pickup counter, drumming my fingers against the edge, my mind racing. The weight of the dress still clung to me, even though I had taken it off.
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Nearby, a man caught my eye. There was something effortlessly magnetic about him—the way he carried himself, the relaxed confidence in his smile. He looked like someone completely at ease with life, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t look away.
Then, he caught me staring. His lips curved into a knowing grin, and heat rushed to my face. I dropped my gaze, fumbling for my phone like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Get it together, Meredith.
The barista called my name, breaking the moment. I stepped forward just as he did, both of us reaching for the same cup at the exact same time.
Our fingers brushed. A small, electric jolt shot up my arm.
“Looks like we have a coffee situation,” he said, his voice warm with amusement.
And just like that, something inside me—something I thought had been long buried—stirred to life.
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Hot liquid splashed onto my sweater and dripped onto the floor. I jumped back with a sharp inhale. “Damn,” I muttered, staring at the growing coffee stain spreading across the fabric.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” the man said, already reaching for a handful of napkins. He handed them to me, his expression genuinely apologetic.
I took a few and dabbed at my sweater, sighing. “That was my order.”
His brows lifted. “Really? I must’ve mixed it up—I ordered the same thing.” He paused, then flashed an easy smile. “Let me get you another. Least I can do after ambushing your sweater.”
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Before I could protest, he had already turned to the barista, handling the mix-up without hesitation. I stood there, feeling strangely awkward as he waited for the replacement.
When the drinks were finally ready, he handed me both cups, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment. “Here you go. Really, I’m sorry about that,” he said, his eyes warm with sincerity.
“It’s fine,” I replied, glancing down at the cup. “You didn’t have to do that, but… thanks.”
He smiled—an easy, confident smile that made my pulse skip. “I couldn’t leave a bad impression on someone like you.”
And just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving me standing there, speechless, my heart pounding for reasons I wasn’t ready to admit.
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As I picked up the cups, my fingers brushed against something wedged between them—a small, folded note.
Curious, I unfolded it, my breath catching as I read the neat handwriting:
I’d love to get to know you. Something about you caught my attention. – Chris.
Below the words, a phone number.
I blinked, my pulse quickening. Glancing around the café, I searched for him, but he was already gone.
For a moment, I hesitated, the note warm between my fingers. Then, with a quiet exhale, I slipped it into my bag, telling myself to forget it.
But deep down, I already knew—I wouldn’t.
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That evening, doubts about my wedding swirled in my mind, relentless and unshakable. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t silence them.
Restless, I reached into my bag and pulled out the note—the once-crisp paper now slightly crumpled from weeks of neglect. I traced the inked words with my thumb, my heart pounding.
For a long moment, I hovered over my phone, battling the war inside me. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I typed a message to Chris and hit send.
His reply came almost instantly.
And just like that, before I could overthink, we agreed to meet at the café in an hour.
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When I arrived, Chris was already there, standing near a cozy corner table with two steaming cups of coffee. The sight of him—calm, confident, and waiting for me—sent a strange thrill through my chest.
“Hi,” I said, my voice softer than I expected, nerves creeping in as I approached.
He turned, his smile easy and warm. “Hey,” he replied, handing me one of the cups. “I got your usual. Hope I got it right.”
I blinked, surprised. He remembered?
“That’s sweet. Thank you,” I said, wrapping my fingers around the cup, its warmth seeping into my skin.
As I looked up at him, something in his eyes—something knowing, something unspoken—made it clear.
This wasn’t just coffee.
This was a moment.
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He shifted slightly, his gaze steady on mine. “I was thinking we could grab dinner if you’re up for it.”
I hesitated, my mind tugging in two different directions. Then, finally, I shook my head. “I’d rather go somewhere quiet. How about the beach?”
His lips curved into a grin, his eyes lighting up. “The beach sounds perfect,” he said, pushing back his chair. “Let’s grab some pizza on the way. I’m starving.”
I laughed, the tension in my chest loosening just a little. The beach, pizza, and a man who made me feel something real?
For the first time in a long time, I was choosing me.
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“Sounds good,” I said, trying not to overthink, though my heart was already racing ahead of me.
Chris started to move, then suddenly paused. “Wait—I still don’t know your name.”
I blinked, realizing he was right. A man I was about to share pizza and a beach sunset with… and he didn’t even know my name.
“Oh, right,” I said, a little breathless as I extended my hand. “I’m Meredith.”
His grip was firm, warm—steady in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
“Nice to meet you, Meredith,” he said, his voice smooth, his gaze lingering just a second too long.
A strange, electric feeling rushed through me, leaving a whisper of something thrilling in its wake.
What was it about this man? And why did it feel like meeting him had just changed everything?
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We stopped at a small pizza place, the air thick with the mouthwatering scent of melted cheese and fresh dough. My stomach growled, betraying my excitement—not just for the food, but for the night unfolding before me.
Chris carried the box as we made our way to the beach, the cool night air brushing against my face, carrying the scent of salt and possibility.
We talked the entire way, our words tumbling out effortlessly, like we were picking up a conversation we had started lifetimes ago.
It was strange. It was unexpected.
And it felt incredibly right.
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I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “I know what you mean,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Chris held my gaze, the warmth in his eyes sending a shiver through me. “Then maybe we shouldn’t ignore it,” he said. “Maybe this—whatever this is—deserves a chance.”
My heart pounded at his words. A chance. It sounded so simple, yet it was the most complicated thing in the world.
Because in two weeks, I was supposed to be walking down the aisle.
And not toward him.
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“I don’t know why I did that,” I admitted, my cheeks burning.
Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “I do.”
A silence settled between us, thick with unspoken words. The waves crashed in the distance, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart.
I had just kissed a man I barely knew. A man who wasn’t my fiancé.
And yet, for the first time in years, I felt alive.
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I shrugged, a reckless kind of excitement bubbling inside me. “Maybe that’s the point. Maybe knowing each other will come later.”
Chris studied me for a long moment, as if trying to figure out whether I was serious. “What about your wedding?” he finally asked.
I exhaled sharply. “What about it?”
For the first time, saying it out loud didn’t fill me with dread. It felt like a door I could finally close—if I was brave enough.
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I paused, my heart racing. Slowly, I turned back to face him. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I have a wedding in two weeks, remember?”
Chris ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “Meredith… what do you really want?”
The question hit me harder than I expected. What did I want? For so long, I’d been following a path laid out for me, never daring to step off it. But now, standing in front of Chris, everything felt different.
I took a deep breath. “I think I want a life that actually feels like mine.”
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I stopped but didn’t face him. “Never,” I said quietly. “I’m getting married in less than two weeks.”
“What?” he asked, stunned.
“I don’t love him,” I admitted. “But he’s a safe choice. You were a mistake. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do it,” Chris pleaded. “Why marry someone you don’t love?”
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“Because that’s life,” I said, walking away.
“No,” he called after me, his voice firm. “That’s just existing.”
I tried to forget Chris, telling myself it was a fleeting moment, a mistake I could leave behind.
But his face, his words, and the way he made me feel lingered no matter how hard I tried to push them away.
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Still, I convinced myself to stick to the plan. I would marry Matt. It was the right thing to do—or so I thought.
Three days before the wedding, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Chris.
@Chris
I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m ready to drop everything and go to Iceland with you.
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My chest tightened as I typed back.
@Me
I’m getting married in three days.
His reply came quickly.
@Chris
If you change your mind, I’ll be at our café every day at 3:00 p.m.
I stared at the screen, then turned off my phone.
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On my wedding day, everything felt like a dream. Standing at the altar, I barely heard the priest’s words.
My mom sobbed in the front row, clutching tissues. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 2:30 p.m. Something inside me snapped. I knew I couldn’t go through with it.
I leaned toward Matt. “I met someone,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t think I can do this.”
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Matt looked at me, his expression soft. “Then you should run out of here right now,” he whispered back.
“You’re not mad?” I asked, glancing at the priest, who gave us a disapproving look.
Matt shook his head, a small smile forming. “I almost called it off this morning,” he whispered.
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Relief washed over me. I smiled back at him, lifting my dress. Without hesitation, I turned and ran down the aisle as fast as my heels would allow.
“Meredith! Come back!” my mom’s voice echoed through the church, but I didn’t stop.
I sprinted through the streets, my wedding dress catching on my heels, slowing me down.
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People stopped to stare, their expressions a mix of confusion and amusement. I didn’t care. The café came into view, and my chest tightened.
I stopped abruptly, standing outside the familiar doors, gasping for air. My heart sank—Chris wasn’t there. My head dropped as reality hit me. What was I thinking?
The door to the café creaked open. I looked up, and there he was, stepping out with two cups of coffee.
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“Meredith?” he asked, his face full of surprise.
Without a word, I ran to him, throwing my arms around him.
The coffee hit the ground as he hugged me back. “What’s going on?” he asked.
I looked up at him. “I don’t want to just exist. I want to live,” I said, my voice trembling. Then, without thinking, I kissed him.
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