My Wedding Day Took a Shocking Turn When My Fiancé Didn’t Show – Then Police Walked In

My Fiancé Didn’t Show Up at the Wedding – Police Officers Walked in Instead

When two police investigators show up with information about Serene’s fiancé, the wedding that was intended to be the happiest day of her life takes a startling turn. But as the truth comes to light, Serene finds a gift and a love she never would have imagined.

That day seems like it was yesterday to me.

It was meant to be the most joyous day of my life. The day of our wedding. But rather than saying “I do,” I was left still in the midst of the wedding hall as two policemen approached me directly while brandishing a picture of my fiancé.

“Madam? Are you acquainted with this man? One of them inquired.

Let’s go back now.

My friend took me to an art museum six months ago, when I met Andrew. Reluctantly, I had gone, thinking I would spend the evening nodding at abstract artworks I didn’t understand while sipping expensive wine.

With a “Come on, Serene,” Mimi spoke. “Let’s simply immerse oneself in cultural pranks. The theater comes after the art gallery. “Please!”

“Fine,” I responded, making a concession. “Anyway, I had no intention of doing anything else tonight. However, if I don’t like it…”

“Before we go home, I’ll take you out for some Thai food. “I swear,” Mimi said.

I then changed, and we left.

And there he was.

Andrew.

He’s tall, his dark hair disheveled, his hands flecked with paint, and he has that smile that makes you forget your own name.

That night, he was showcasing some of his art, and I was instantly drawn to a collection of surrealist, mystical landscapes. He was standing next to me when I walked up to one of his paintings.

He said, “What do you think?”

“Really? It’s stunning. “Awesome,” I said, turning my gaze from the canvas to him.

We became inseparable after that. I had never dated anyone like Andrew before. He had no interest in wealth or prestige. He had no automobile at all.

He enjoyed going on dates that included long walks and meals from vendors. Additionally, canvases were heaped to the ceiling in his small studio flat.

But he was incredibly skilled, compassionate, and dedicated.

“Serene,” he whispered. “Don’t move, the light is perfect.”

I kept wanting to move around even though Andrew was painting me—or at least attempting to. I felt apprehensive and uneasy. I had no idea what it was, but it seemed like something was coming.

And I was correct. However, I had no cause to be so tense.

We had only been formally dating for four months when Andrew proposed that night. Before my intellect could even catch up, my heart answered “yes.” What else could I have said than “yes”? I had the most exquisite and unique ring on my finger, a bouquet of wildflowers in my hand, and the guy I loved on one knee.

It was destined to be.

In contrast, my father was incensed.

“You’re marrying a man you’ve only known for six months,” he added, gesturing around the living room while holding a glass of whiskey.

I was excited to share the news with my folks over supper. Andrew was meant to accompany me, but he had to pull out his paints at the last minute due to an epiphany.

According to my father, “A man who has nothing to his name except some paintbrushes and a dream,” “Serene, do you truly believe he loves you for who you are? Or does he want the money you bring? Our family’s wealth!”

“Andrew isn’t like that!” I argued. “Money doesn’t matter to him. He loves me just the way I am. Dad, it’s not all about you. Money isn’t everything.

My dad wasn’t even persuaded. He wouldn’t give us his blessing, and I could see my mom wasn’t happy either, despite her best efforts to remain impartial.

Nevertheless, I had faith in Andrew.

The wedding morning was joyful but chaotic.

While I was upstairs getting dressed with my bridesmaids, my parents were already at the location, taking care of the last-minute preparations.

“Do you think your dad will behave today?” Lisa, my maid of honor, curled my hair and asked.

I responded, “I hope so,” as I tinkered with my engagement ring. “He has improved recently. I believe he is beginning to change his ways.

However, something seemed strange as the ceremonial time drew near. There was no sign of Andrew.

“Have you heard from him?” Mimi’s voice was tight with worry as she asked.

I gave a headshake.

I had already contacted him three times without getting a response. The guests’ whispers were becoming louder forty-five minutes after the ceremony, which was scheduled to begin at two o’clock.

I was going to give him another call when the hall doors sprang open and two men in police gear entered.

There was silence in the room.

“Ma’am,” one of them walked over to me and said. “Do you know this man?”

He held up a picture of Andrew, and my knees nearly buckled.

“Yes,” I answered in a shaky voice. My fiancé is that person. That’s Andrew! What’s happening? Is he all right? Has an accident occurred?

After exchanging glances with his companion, the officer proceeded.

We regret to notify you that your fiancé has been taken into custody. He tried to rob the house when he broke into your family’s estate earlier today when everyone was present.

Chaos broke out in the room.

“What?!” I shook my head and gasped. “That isn’t feasible. Andrew would never be able to.

My father’s voice broke through the commotion and thundered across the hall, “I warned you!” His face was already red with a mixture of vindication and rage as he marched at me.

“This is just what I predicted would occur. Andrew is dishonest! He has now embarrassed you in front of everyone. “Serene, in front of your own family and friends.”

As the officers stated that Andrew had been apprehended attempting to escape on the outskirts of the city, my heart was beating so loudly that I could not hear them.

My dad and I were invited to accompany them to the scene.

My father said, “Of course, I’m coming too,” and he grabbed his coat. “Let’s see what this scammer has to say for himself.”

My wedding attire felt heavy and unpleasant, and the travel to the scene was intolerable.

My father kept whispering to himself that he should have listened to me earlier and that he knew this would happen.

“You were too damn naïve for your own good, Serene,” he said.

My engagement ring was getting heavier by the moment as I sat silently and gazed out the window.

The officers didn’t take us to a police station when we got there. Rather, they parked outside a former warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

My dad narrowed his eyes and said, “What is this?”

One cop retorted incoherently, “This is… an unusual case,” and opened the warehouse door.

I froze the instant I entered.

Tins of paint were all over the place. There are old paintbrushes everywhere. It was like being in Andrew’s studio.

There was a mural on a huge wall that ran the length of the warehouse.

An incredible, life-size graffiti depiction of a bride and groom. With my dark curls and white bridal gown, I was clearly the bride, and Andrew, the groom, was holding my hand and grinning like the happiest guy alive.

The words appeared in the mural’s corner:

Andrew, forever yours.

Andrew emerged from behind a canvas and wiped his hands on his jeans before I could properly comprehend what I was seeing.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, smiling uneasily.

“What… what the hell is this?” Tears were already forming in my eyes as I mumbled.

“It’s my wedding gift to you, Serene, my love,” he acknowledged, pointing to the mural. “I wanted to show you how much I love you by giving you something that will last a lifetime. I recruited the police officers to play along; they are actors. I realize that seems a little dramatic, but I wanted to make today one to remember.

After standing in startled quiet, my dad eventually said something.

“You mean to tell me this was all… a prank?”

Andrew gave a nod.

“Yes, sir,” he’d replied. “I’m sorry for the scare, but I wanted to show you and everyone else that I’m serious about marrying your daughter.”

My dad merely stared at him for a bit. Then he laughed, which shocked me.

Then he crossed his arms and replied, “Well, I’ll give you this,” “You’re talented. and courage. Even though you have gained my respect today, I still don’t completely trust you.

Andrew grinned.

What the devil?

“No! This is unacceptable. I yelled. “Hey Andrew! We should be getting married at this very moment! How could you have been thinking? You’ve been getting my calls! “Really?”

Andrew’s gaze expanded.

His words were, “I know, I know, Serene,” However, the muse made the call. I had to complete the mural when I started it. Don’t you understand? You’re aware of the situation, my dear.

I wanted to be upset. Until I felt better, I wanted to yell and stay upset. However, I had no idea how to feel angry with Andrew. I was at my breaking point.

I cried and laughed simultaneously as I rushed to my fiancé and flung my arms around him.

“This is the best wedding gift I could’ve imagined,” I said quietly.

“Good,” he murmured, embracing me.

Together, we made our way back to the location, where Andrew gave our confused guests an explanation of everything. During the reception, my dad even made a toast to Andrew, acknowledging that he could have miscalculated.

As it happens, love isn’t always about timing or reason. It involves a small amount of risk, inventiveness, and faith.

What about Andrew?

He wasn’t only my husband, my god. He was the unanticipated masterpiece.

We ate chocolate-covered strawberries while relaxing in a hotel room following our wedding.

“I was scared,” I freely acknowledged. “I was a little alarmed when you failed to return my calls or attend the wedding. I believed that you had finally been chased out of town by my father.

“Oh, Serene,” he grinned. “Nothing will send me away from you.”

“I have a wedding gift for you, too,” I replied.

His hand went to a bottle of champagne and he questioned, “What is it?”

“I want you to pack up your studio when we come home. I’ve purchased a place specifically for your artwork. Your own workspace. The lighting is lovely, it’s larger, and it has a gallery attached. so that you can display your artwork whenever you’d like.

For a while, Andrew was silent, and I questioned whether I had gone too far.

“To me, Serene, that is everything. You are my inspiration, don’t you?