The Father Who Tried to Steal My Wedding
I thought I’d seen it all when it came to family drama—divorces, custody fights, explosive holidays. But nothing prepared me for my wedding day.
Dan, my stepdad, had my arm as the doors opened. He’s been my dad in every way that mattered: the one who taught me to ride a bike, stayed up during heartbreaks, and cheered me through every game. We were halfway down the aisle when the doors slammed again.
In walked Rick—my biological father, who abandoned us when I was six months old. No child support, no calls, no birthdays. Yet here he was, striding in like a savior, demanding to walk me.
Before I could speak, Ethan’s father, Mr. Collins, stood. Calmly, he revealed Rick’s real motive: trying to impress him for a promotion. The church gasped. Rick shouted about “blood,” but Mr. Collins cut him down: “You don’t get to cash in on blood you never bled for.”
And that’s when I found my voice. I told Rick he hadn’t been there for any moment that mattered. Dan had. The church erupted in applause, and Rick stormed out.
I married Ethan with Dan by my side—the only father who ever earned the title.
