Madalina had everything set for her wedding day with Radu, the man of her dreams. But as the day unfolded and no guests arrived, she faced the daunting mystery of who canceled the wedding and questioned if her fiancé was indeed the right one for her.

I always yearned for a romantic life, a “happily ever after.” Meeting Radu seemed like the fulfillment of that dream, but as the wedding day progressed, it felt more like a nightmare.

We met in a bakery during a moment that convinced me he was the one. We exchanged phone numbers over slices of rye bread.

“See you later, Madalina,” he said, holding a piece of artisan bread. Shortly after, he called to arrange dinner for that same evening.

Two years later, we found ourselves on the morning of our wedding day.

That morning, I got ready early for my hair and makeup appointments. Sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, I gazed at my wedding dress, full of anticipation.

I couldn’t wait to marry Radu and begin our life together.

Throughout the day, my sister Andreea, serving as my maid of honor, helped me prepare.

“Where’s Mom?” she asked. “Shouldn’t she be with us?”

“No, we decided that she and Dad would meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Radu.”

Andreea nodded, visibly bothered by the situation.

“You’d think by now Mom would have gotten over it.”

It was true; my parents loved me but couldn’t accept Radu.

“There’s something odd about him,” Dad used to say. “But we respect your decision to marry him.”

When it was time to leave, Andreea called a car from the hotel and we headed to the wedding venue.

“Where is everyone?” Andreea voiced the thought running through my mind as well.

The venue was deserted. No welcome signs, no refreshments, no decorations, no staff, not even Radu.

“Call Irina,” I said, referring to our wedding planner.

I started to panic. My wedding day—the special day I had awaited—seemed to be unraveling.

“Irina, where is everyone?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“What do you mean?” she replied calmly.

“I’m at the venue, and no one is here!” I shouted.

“Madalina, darling, the wedding was canceled. I received the cancellation request from you three days ago via email.”

My heart stopped.

How could I cancel my own wedding?!

I checked my email, and there it was:

“Dear Irina,

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is canceled. Please notify all guests and vendors.”

But it made no sense. The email was sent from my corporate account, accessible only by me, Mom, and Dad.

Could they have done this?

I immediately called them, but their response shocked me further.

“We were on a flight, darling,” Dad said. “I had a business meeting, and Mom accompanied me. We had nothing to do with this.”

Andreea also hadn’t seen any emails, admitting “I’m terrible at checking messages.”

Then it hit me: the only other person with access to my email accounts was Radu.

I asked to be driven home, determined to uncover the truth.

Upon arrival, I found Radu lounging on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal. He was dressed casually, in stark contrast to his usually elegant demeanor.

“Did you cancel our wedding?” I asked directly.

Radu didn’t try to deny it.

He canceled the wedding because, although he loved me, he realized he wasn’t ready for marriage.

“I panicked,” he confessed. “I didn’t have the courage to tell you. I thought if you found out, you’d start digging, which would have thrown me off even more.”

Sitting there, with my wedding day in ruins, I realized my parents were right.

Radu wasn’t the right person for me.

Though painful, a part of me was relieved he had done it. Now, looking at my wedding dress, I just wonder what to do with it…

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