‘I’m against It!’ Older Man Stops Wedding, a Minute Later Cops Arrest Groom – Story of the Day

While standing in the church with the man she loved the most, a young woman looked at the priest when he asked if anyone had a problem with the marriage. Suddenly, an elderly man barged into the church, telling the priest he was against the wedding.

“You’re gorgeous!” Myron told Hilary minutes after meeting her at a party for the first time.

Hilary felt butterflies in her tummy when she saw him look at her from head to toe. It had been ages since a man last complimented her, and she couldn’t recall what it felt like when a man held her hand while looking into her eyes. Her last relationship was nothing short of miserable because of her ex’s anger issues.

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However, meeting Myron at her friend’s party gave her a ray of hope. It made her feel she could try her luck again and date this man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

Myron stayed by her side the entire evening, cracking jokes while telling her everything about him. He wanted to impress her during their first meeting because he thought she was the perfect girl for him.

The following day, Myron and Hilary met in a park, discussing their interests, goals, and life problems while walking together. Their discussion only made them grow closer, compelling Myron to ask her for a date the next day.

“Hilary, I think you are the girl I have been looking for all this time,” Myron said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What?” Hilary’s hands went to her face, covering everything except her glistening eyes and forehead. She couldn’t believe the man she had met two days ago wanted to start a relationship with her.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Myron repeated his question, looking into Hilary’s eyes.

“Yes!” she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Myron.”

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Hilary was delighted to start a relationship with him because her last relationship had left her heartbroken. She believed Myron’s love would help her heal, unaware he was keeping secrets from her.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds.

Soon, Hilary introduced him to her parents, and he took no time to win their hearts. He told them he had lost his parents at a young age and missed them a lot.

“Don’t worry,” Hilary’s mother said. “We are your parents now, okay? You can share everything with us. We’re always here to support you!”

Hilary felt relieved when her parents accepted her boyfriend. Their approval made her believe she had made the right choice by dating him and thought she was ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

The couple dated for five months before Myron made his next move. He took Hilary to an expensive restaurant on a date and knelt while everyone looked at him.

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“Hilary, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share all my happiness and sorrows with you,” Myron said. “Will you marry me?”

While others in the restaurant gasped, Hilary couldn’t believe Myron had proposed to her in front of so many people. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw him on his knees, looking straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Yes!” Hilary said as she held his hands and pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him while tears trickled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe the man she loved the most wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Since Hilary was head over heels in love with Myron, she didn’t feel that everything was happening too quickly. A man she had only known for five months suddenly wanted to be her life partner, but she couldn’t sense that the timing of his proposal was too odd.

However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds. They thought it was strange of Myron to propose to her too soon, but their suspicions vanished when they talked to him and saw how much he admired their daughter. Soon, the couple began preparing for their wedding, unaware that fate wouldn’t allow them to tie the knot.

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During the preparations, Hilary noticed many things about her soon-to-be husband that she had never seen before. During one of the discussions, she noticed Myron was interested in the material side of things.

“I’m so excited about all the stuff people will bring us!” he said, his eyes sparkling with greed.

“There’s going to be a lot of expensive gifts. I can’t wait!”

Although Hilary did not say anything to him then, she thought it was strange of him to think about the gifts. She wanted him to talk about their relationship, future, and how they would support each other after marriage, but it seemed like Myron was interested in other things.

“I guess he’s just acting immature,” Hilary thought, unaware of Myron’s plans.

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A few days before the wedding, Myron came to Hilary’s house and told her something she wasn’t expecting. “I think we should have a prenuptial agreement. What do you suggest?”

“Yes, I think that’s a smart decision,” Hilary said after a moment’s thought. “We should be prepared for the worst.”

“Exactly!” Myron exclaimed. “I think we should add a clause that states that if you initiate a divorce, you would have to pay up a fortune!” he chuckled coldly.

She thought it was strange of him to bring up a prenup, and she couldn’t be entirely sure if he was joking about it.

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Later that day, Hilary called her lawyer and asked about the clause. She thought Myron was acting selfish, but the lawyer assured her this clause was quite common.

“Don’t worry, Hilary,” the lawyer said. “The same rule would apply to Myron if he initiates divorce.”

“He would pay me the same amount?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” the lawyer replied.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. Most people add this clause to their prenup agreement.”

Hilary felt relieved after talking to her lawyer and felt terrible for thinking Myron was greedy. She called him and said she was ready to sign the prenuptial agreement. However, another strange incident made her doubt his intentions.

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A few days later, Hilary was cleaning Myron’s cupboards when she stumbled upon a divorce certificate with Myron’s name. “What is this, Myron?” Hilary immediately confronted him. “You never told me you were married!”

“Hey, calm down!” he replied. “It’s not what you think. Trust me.”

“How much more are you hiding from me, Myron? We are getting married in a few days!” Hilary yelled.

“Listen to me,” he held her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. “This marriage was a mistake. I was young and impulsive when I married this woman. It’s in the past now and means nothing to me!”

“Why should I believe you?” Hilary rolled her eyes and looked away.

“I swear this marriage means nothing to me,” Myron said. “All I want to do is forget about it, and that’s the only reason I never told you about it. Trust me, honey.”

“I’m marrying you in a few days, and I have no idea who you are!” Hilary started crying. “I’m starting to doubt my decision now.”

“Come on,” Myron hugged her. “You know how much I love you. Why would I ever lie to you, my love? Stop crying, please.”

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Once again, Myron cleared Hilary’s doubts through his magical words. He convinced her he wasn’t keeping any secrets, but the truth was otherwise.

“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle.

A day before the wedding, Myron was talking to someone on the phone at Hilary’s place.

“If you mess it up, I won’t be able to vouch for myself!” he whispered, unaware that Hilary overheard him.

Once he hung up, she asked him who he was talking to. “What you said sounded so suspicious!” she said. “What’s going on, Myron?”

“That was my ex-girlfriend,” Myron rolled her eyes. “She was threatening to show up at the wedding.”

“Really?” Hilary asked.

“Yes,” Myron said confidently. “She has lost her mind or something.”

Yet again, Myron had managed to deceive her, though Hilary’s heart grew restless with each pang of doubt and suspicion. Little did he know she would learn about his true intentions sooner than he expected.

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Hilary woke up early on her wedding day and started getting ready. She was excited to marry the man of her dreams but had no idea what awaited her inside the church. She couldn’t wait to see what her groom looked like.

Once she was ready, she went to the church with her family and was delighted to see how well everyone had dressed up for her big day. All her friends and family were waiting for her to walk down the aisle and stand beside Myron.

She walked down the aisle holding her father’s hand while everyone looked at her. Once she reached the altar, the priest began reading the wedding vows. Then, he asked the guests if anyone was against the marriage.

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“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle. “I can’t allow Myron to marry this innocent girl.”

Suddenly, the guests started whispering amongst themselves while Hilary gasped in shock. She looked at Myron, who was staring at the man angrily.

“I warned you, Myron, didn’t I?” the man grumbled. “You refused to listen to me, so now you must bear the consequences.”

Suddenly, a team of police officers barged into the church while Myron tried to escape. However, he couldn’t get away because the police had surrounded the church from all sides. They arrested and dragged him outside while Hilary kept asking Myron what was happening.

“Where are they taking him?” she cried. “What have you done, Myron? Why don’t you stop them?”

Hilary collapsed on the ground and cried hysterically.

Why did he do this to me? Why did he play with my feelings? Hilary thought she would faint from the pain of what was unfolding.

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Then, the man who had canceled her wedding walked toward her. “I’m so sorry for what you are feeling right now,” he said. “The police arrested Myron because he was accused of repeated fraud.”

“What?” Hilary gasped. “But how do you know that?”

“I’m Myron’s estranged father,” the man said. “You can call me Mr. Brown.”

“But he said his parents had passed away,” Hilary was shocked.

“I know he keeps lying to girls,” Mr. Brown said. “He cut ties with me when I discovered he was a professional gigolo and was looting girls by marrying them for money.”

“What?” Hilary couldn’t believe her ears.

“I tried my best to stop him, but he never listened,” Mr. Brown said. “I had given up on him until the police knocked on my door one day asking me if my son lives here.”

“Myron had given my address everywhere because he knew the police would come after him,” Mr. Brown continued. “I got so sick of this but knew he wouldn’t stop. His mother cheated on me the same way.”

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It turned out that Mr. Brown had contacted Myron to warn him when he learned about Hilary. The father wanted his son not to play with Hilary’s feelings, but Myron refused to listen.

“It was you who called him yesterday?” Hilary asked. “He lied to me that it was his ex-girlfriend.”

“It was me,” Mr. Brown said.

“I called him, but he didn’t listen to me. So I had to call the police.”

Whatever Myron did in the past few months started making sense to Hilary. She finally understood why he had been acting so strangely.

“Thank you for saving me, Mr. Brown!” she said. “I owe you for saving me from getting robbed.”

Soon, Myron’s case was taken to court, and the judge ordered him to compensate every woman he had conned. A few months later, Hilary received her share of the settlement but decided not to keep it.

“This is for you, Mr. Brown,” she said while handing him the money. “Thank you for saving me!”

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What can we learn from this story?

  • You can’t get away with deceiving people. Myron thought he would keep marrying women for money, unaware he would soon get caught. He wouldn’t have conned multiple women if he knew his father would send him to jail one day.
  • Sometimes, you have to take a difficult step for your loved ones. It wasn’t easy for Mr. Brown to send his son to jail, but he did it because he wanted to teach Myron a lesson.

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Man Finds a Smashed Phone on the Roadside—When He Inserts the SIM Card Into His Own Phone and Calls ‘Daughter,’ His Heart Stops

They usually say curiosity got the cat, but in my situation, it helped a desperate family find the help they had needed for a long time. My curiosity on the day I found that broken phone also ended up leading to a happy life I never anticipated.

It was a crisp morning when I stepped out of my house, the autumn air cool against my face. My mother, Helen, had already started breakfast, and like every morning, I was on my way to the bakery to pick up fresh rolls for her. Little did I know that this was going to be a very eventful day for both of us.

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A man and his mother | Source: Midjourney

It was my mother’s and my little tradition to have breakfast together—something that made our small world feel stable. You’re probably wondering why a 30-year-old successful man would live with his mother.

See, I never knew my father. He’d abandoned my mother when she told him about her pregnancy. So my mother was as lonely as I was, and to prevent that, we decided to live together.

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A man living with his mother | Source: Midjourney

What about my romantic life, you ask? Well, I’m not exactly a social butterfly—never have been. My lack of conventional good looks also means that dating has always been a struggle, and I’d long given up trying. Instead, I poured myself into my programming work, spending my days coding and my nights tinkering with gadgets.

That morning, as I strolled down the sidewalk, my sneaker scuffed against something hard. I looked down and saw it—a phone, its screen shattered like a spiderweb, lying in the grass just off the curb.

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A broken phone | Source: Midjourney

With my curiosity piqued, I picked it up. The casing was dented, the back partially peeled off, as if it had been run over by a car. It wasn’t a model worth much—an older keypad phone, the kind you only saw in hands that couldn’t afford better.

I turned it over in my hand, seeing an interesting challenge. “Maybe I can fix it,” I murmured.

Slipping it into my pocket, I continued to the bakery, but the phone was on my mind the entire time. It wasn’t just the damage—it was the way it was just lying there, abandoned, as if someone had discarded it in a hurry.

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A man at a bakery | Source: Midjourney

By the time I arrived back home, I had forgotten about the broken phone tucked into my pocket. My mom and I had the delicious breakfast she prepared before we set about our Saturday. Remembering the broken phone, I pulled out my own and removed its SIM card.

If the old phone was dead, maybe the SIM card inside still worked, I thought. I carefully slid it into my backup phone and powered it on. A list of contacts appeared. Most were hospitals, schools, and emergency services. Only one number was marked as a favorite—”Daughter.”

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A man looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney

Something tightened in my chest. Who had lost this phone? And why did it seem like the only person they truly cared about was this “Daughter”? On impulse, I dialed the number. It rang once. Then twice.

A small, excited voice eventually answered. “Mom?!”

My breath caught. “I—no, I’m not your mom. I’m sorry for calling,” I quickly replied, ready to drop the call, but the next thing the little girl said made me pause.

“Where is she?” Her voice wavered slightly.

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A worried man on a call | Source: Midjourney

“Um, I’m sorry, but I don’t know,” I admitted. “I found a broken phone and used its SIM card. Who are you?” I asked curiously, sensing that something was wrong.

The girl hesitated. “Julie. My mom went to the store yesterday and didn’t come back,” she revealed, her voice cracking with emotion.

A cold feeling spread through me. “Julie, where’s your dad, grandma, or anyone I can speak to?”

“I don’t have a dad,” she said softly. “Or a grandma. Just Mom.”

I swallowed. “Do you know where you live?”

“Independence Street. Building seven, apartment 18.”

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A rundown apartment building | Source: Midjourney

My hands gripped the phone tighter. “Okay, Julie, are you okay? Are you alone right now?”

“Yes, I’m okay and alone,” she whispered. “But my legs don’t work. I can’t leave.”

I stood abruptly. “Your legs—what do you mean?”

“I have a wheelchair,” she said simply. “But it’s hard to move with no one around to help me. I’m scared.”

I didn’t hesitate as my protective instincts kicked in. “Julie, listen carefully. My name is Alan, and I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied weakly before I dropped the phone.

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A little girl on a call | Source: Midjourney

My mother, who had been listening, immediately grabbed her coat. “You’re not going alone,” she said firmly. “If there’s a child in trouble, we need to help.”

This wasn’t how I had imagined spending my weekend, but it felt like the right thing to do. Finding that phone when I did was fate. We caught a cab and arrived at the apartment complex in less than fifteen minutes.

It was a run-down building, the kind with flickering hallway lights and mailboxes stuffed with overdue bills.

I held my breath as I knocked on Apartment Eighteen, uncertain of what I’d find.

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A man about to knock on a door | Source: Midjourney

A soft, hesitant voice came through the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Alan,” I said. “I spoke to you on the phone.”

She replied, “The door’s open. Come in.”

The door creaked when I pushed it open just a few inches. A tiny and frail little girl, no older than six or seven, peered up at me from a wheelchair in the makeshift living room. Her hair was unkempt, her face pale and full of sadness, and she looked at me with tired, wide eyes.

My heart clenched.

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A frail sad girl | Source: Midjourney

“Will you find my mom?” she asked, her voice trembling, tears in her eyes.

At that moment, I understood that the journey ahead would uncover truths I wasn’t ready to face, but it was too late to turn back now.

So I knelt in front of her and said, “We will, I promise. But first, let’s make sure you’re okay. Do you have food?”

She shook her head. “I ate a sandwich yesterday. That was the last one.”

“I’ll go find something in a bit,” I comforted her.

Taking a breath of resignation, I asked, “Julie, what’s your mom’s name?”

“Victoria,” she said softly. “She never leaves me alone this long.”

That only made my anxiety worse.

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A anxious man | Source: Midjourney

“She is the best mom ever and usually returns when she goes out to run errands, but this time, she didn’t. I tried calling her, but her number didn’t go through. None of the neighbors would come to check on me because people here keep to themselves,” the little girl confessed.

My heart ached, and my mind raced. I realized that this wasn’t a simple case. Something was terribly wrong. Julie’s mother had gone missing, and now she was alone, in a wheelchair, unable to move properly, with no one to rely on.

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A sad little girl in a wheelchair | Source: Midjourney

But we were here now, so I said, “I’m going to look for food. My mom, Helen, will stay here with you, okay?”

“Okay,” Julie replied.

When I returned, my mother quickly prepared food for the little girl, who scarfed it down hungrily as we sat together. I knew we couldn’t waste time. We needed to find Victoria as soon as possible.

Whipping out my phone, I searched online, checking news reports, and my stomach dropped when I found it: a woman had been hit by a Ford yesterday on Parkova Street. She was in critical condition at a local hospital.

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A woman in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

I called immediately but had to ring more than once to get through the busy line.

“Yes,” the nurse who answered confirmed after I explained who I was and that I was with Victoria’s worried daughter. “She was admitted yesterday. She’s stable now but unconscious. We couldn’t reach any family.”

My chest tightened. “I’m coming,” I said without bothering to wait for a response.

My mother and I decided it would be best if we dropped Julie off at our apartment while we went to confirm whether the patient at the hospital was really her mother.

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A nice apartment building | Source: Midjourney

We had to reassure Julie that she was safe with our friendly neighbor, Maureen, who gladly offered to watch her in our absence.

When Helen and I got to the hospital, I explained everything to the staff. The nurse hesitated but eventually said, “She just regained consciousness. She’s very weak, and her condition is still quite serious, but I’ll try talking to her about everything. Maybe she’ll want to see you.”

When the nurse returned, she had a hopeful smile. “She’s willing to see you, but please don’t take too long. She needs her rest.”

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A happy nurse | Source: Midjourney

We entered her room cautiously. Victoria was pale, her face bruised. Her eyes fluttered open when I stepped closer.

“Who…?” she rasped.

“My name is Alan, and this is my mother, Helen,” I said gently. “I found your phone, and I spoke to Julie. She’s waiting for you.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Julie… is she okay?!”

I nodded. “She’s scared, but she’s alright. She’s been waiting for you to come home.”

Victoria turned away, guilt written all over her face. “I never wanted this.”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

I pulled up a chair. “Victoria, what happened?”

She swallowed. “I was hit on my way to get medicine for Julie. She has a condition… I’ve been trying to save up for surgery, but it’s impossible. I have no family. I was adopted as a child—no relatives, no safety net. I’m an orphan. It’s just been me and Julie for as long as I can remember.”

My heart ached for her.

“We weren’t supposed to be in this situation. After I divorced Julie’s abusive father, I was left with nothing, and I’ve been struggling ever since. My ex-husband and his family won’t help me, and I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

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A mean-looking man | Source: Midjourney

She continued, her voice shaking. “I never wanted Julie to feel abandoned, but I was too scared to reach out for help. I thought if I kept quiet about our situation, maybe no one would find out how I’d failed as a parent.”

“I couldn’t afford a car, so I walked everywhere. Last night, I was hurrying home when the accident happened. I was so scared when I came to, not for myself, but because I knew Julie was alone,” she revealed.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

I exhaled, gripping the arms of my chair. “You’re not alone anymore.”

Her gaze lifted, wary but hopeful.

I made a decision right then. “I’ll help you. Julie deserves a chance.”

I reached out to some contacts, and with the help of donations and a specialist, we arranged for Julie to have surgery. It was a long process, but one that changed everything.

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A little girl ready for surgery | Source: Midjourney

Months later, I watched as Julie took her first steps. It was shaky, and she clung to my hand, but she was walking! Victoria, who had fully recovered, stood beside me, tears streaming down her face. She turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to,” I said.

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A man and woman talking | Source: Midjourney

We became something more than just strangers who had crossed paths. Over time, Julie and I grew close, and my bond with her mother deepened because of the love we had for her. Eventually, our relationship turned into something deeper.

I never expected to have a family, but now, standing beside the woman I’d fallen in love with and married, and the little girl whom I had saved and adopted, I realized I had found one.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

Here’s another story to keep you entertained. When Charlotte’s fiancé failed to arrive on their wedding day, her world shattered into a million pieces. Finding strength in her friends and family, she made the most of the occasion and found something unexpected.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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