I never imagined my son’s wedding would spiral into chaos—with flashing lights, a fleeing bride, and a shocking truth none of us were prepared for. It all began one Sunday evening when Daniel, our only child, dropped the news: he was getting married. He’d only been seeing Lisa for three weeks, yet he insisted she was “the one.” Arnold and I were completely stunned. I tried to reason with him, suggesting they wait longer, but he was determined to go through with it.
“When you know, you know,” he kept repeating.
When Daniel brought Lisa home, she seemed exactly as he described—beautiful, charming, impeccably put together. But there was something unsettling beneath the surface. Her stories were vague, she never spoke of her past, and something about her perfection felt off. Everyone else was charmed—everyone except me. My instincts screamed that something wasn’t right.
Despite my unease, the wedding plans continued. Lisa’s so-called parents appeared polite, yet there was an unnatural, rehearsed quality to them. On the day of the ceremony, everything seemed…
