As I stood at the altar, the church doors swung open, and my fiancé walked in holding a baby girl who looked exactly like him. As all the guests looked on, he looked me in the eyes and said, “I have to tell you the truth,” shattering everything I thought I knew about our future.
I’d imagined this moment a thousand times. The grand doors would open, the music would play, and I’d be holding my father’s arm, my heart racing as I took a step forward. Ethan would be waiting at the altar, his eyes fixed on mine, filled with love.
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It was supposed to be perfect.
Instead, the church doors swung open, and a gasp rippled through the crowd. The music stopped. My breath caught in my throat.
Ethan stood in the doorway, his tuxedo slightly wrinkled and his tie loose. His face was pale, his expression a cross between panic and determination.
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And in his arms was a little girl, just over two years old. Her tiny hands clutched his jacket, and her big brown eyes scanned the room.
It was his exact copy.
The air filled with murmurs as people turned to whisper to each other. My mother stiffened beside me, her fingers tightening on mine. My father muttered a curse under his breath. Rachel, my maid of honor, let out a quiet, disbelieving “Oh my God.”
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Ethan looked into my eyes, and for a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then he took a deep breath, his voice uneven but steady.
“I have to tell you the truth.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
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My body refused to move, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. The girl clung to him as if he belonged to her. She looked confused, maybe even scared, but she didn’t miss the man holding her.
I forced my lips to move, though my voice was barely coming out. “Who… who is she?”
Ethan’s jaw tightened, and I could see the hesitation on his face, as if he was bracing for impact. Finally, he exhaled.
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“She’s my daughter.”
Everything around me went blurry.
The words were meaningless. I swayed slightly, my knees buckling. My mother gripped my hand tighter to steady me. My father cursed again, louder this time. The church filled with murmurs, but all I heard was the blood rushing through my ears.
My voice cracked. “Do you have a daughter?”
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Ethan’s expression twisted with something close to regret. “I didn’t know. Teresa, I swear, I just found out this morning.”
The girl buried her face in his chest, her tiny fingers still gripping his jacket. He hugged her tighter, as if protecting her from the weight of the moment.
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I shook my head, trying to force my brain to catch up. “No. No, that’s not possible. Two years, Ethan. Two years together, planning a future, talking about everything. And you never mentioned a daughter?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “She was born before I met you.”
Words didn’t improve the situation. If anything, they made it worse.
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I took a shaky step forward, the weight of my dress suddenly suffocating me. “So why today? Why bring her here?”
Ethan hesitated, and for the first time, I saw true panic in his eyes. His fingers curled protectively around the girl’s back as she exhaled a slow, shaky breath.
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“This morning,” he began, his voice raspy, “someone knocked on my door. I thought it was my godfather, or maybe my mother, checking on me.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “But when I opened it, he was standing there.”
He held the girl tightly, his eyes glassy with emotion.
“And he was holding a note.”
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The image sent a chill down my spine.
“At first, he didn’t say a word,” he continued, shifting Olivia in his arms. “He just handed me a folded piece of paper. I didn’t even notice what he looked like; I just took the note and opened it.”
He swallowed and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. “This.”
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I hesitated before picking it up. My fingers trembled slightly as I unfolded the letter.
Ethan,
I never wanted to tell you. I didn’t need you, I was fine on my own. But then I saw your engagement photos. You were moving on, building a happy little life.
And it disgusted me. So now it’s your turn. Meet your daughter, Olivia.
Now she’s your problem. Enjoy your wedding.
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A wave of nausea washed over me. I clenched the letter in my fist, digging my nails into the paper.
“Did he just dump her?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
Ethan let out a high, humorless laugh. “I looked everywhere for her, but she was gone. I called her number, and it was disconnected. I have no idea where she went.” He exhaled and looked at Olivia. “She didn’t even leave a phone number. Nothing. Just… this.”
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I looked back at Olivia, at the way she was clinging to Ethan’s jacket, her tiny fingers squeezing the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. She had no idea what had just happened in her life. She had no idea she’d been abandoned.
A lump formed in my throat.
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Ethan cleared his throat, rubbing his face with one hand. “I didn’t know what to do. My wedding was in a few hours, and suddenly, I had a daughter. I made her something to eat. I found an old hoodie, the only thing that fit her. And then I drove here.” He hesitated. “Because I didn’t know what else to do.”
The weight of the moment oppressed me, heavy and suffocating.
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For years, I had cried for the children I would never have. Five years earlier, I had undergone surgery that rendered me sterile. It had taken me years to accept that I would never have a child of my own.
And now, in front of me, was Ethan, holding a little girl who shared his face, his blood. A little girl I hadn’t even known about until today.
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I put a hand to my stomach as the pain returned, familiar and sharp.
Ethan’s voice softened. “I should have called you. I should have told you as soon as it happened. But I didn’t know how.” He exhaled slowly. “I don’t expect you to make a decision right now. I don’t even know what this means for us. But I had to bring her with me. I couldn’t leave her.”
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The church fell silent. Every eye in the room was on me, waiting.
I looked back at Olivia. She was watching me, her head resting on Ethan’s shoulder. Her tiny fingers twitched, then relaxed. She didn’t seem scared of me. If anything, she seemed… curious.
A deep feeling came over me.
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The church was silent. The weight of a hundred gazes bore down on me, waiting for my reaction. My mother grabbed my arm. My father was tense, his lips pressed into a thin line. My bridesmaids stared at me, their eyes wide with surprise.
But I didn’t look at them. I just looked at her.
To Olivia.
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She was still clinging to Ethan, her tiny fingers curled into his jacket. Her big brown eyes flickered between us, uncertain, maybe even a little scared.
I took a deep breath, forcing down the whirlwind of emotions inside me. Anger. Shock. Grief. But beneath it all, something else. Something I couldn’t name.
Slowly, I took a step forward.
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Ethan stiffened, as if he expected me to slap him, scream, or run away. But I did none of those things. Instead, I walked over to both of them and met Olivia’s gaze.
“Hi, Olivia,” I said softly. “I’m Teresa.”
He blinked and looked at me. I could sense the tension in the room, the anticipation.
I hesitated, then smiled softly. “Would you like to walk me down the aisle?”
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For a moment she didn’t move. Then she let go of Ethan’s jacket and nodded.
A collective gasp filled the church.
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. “Teresa…”
I held out my hands, palms up. Olivia looked at my hand and then at Ethan, who gave her a small nod. Slowly, cautiously, she slid her tiny arms toward mine.
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I looked back at Ethan, my eyes filling with tears. My voice wavered, but my resolve was firm.
“Let’s get married.”
The music started again.
And together, Ethan, Olivia and I walked down the aisle toward our future.
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