Aunt Sarah, who’d been watching this whole scene unfold, caught my eye and nodded toward the house. We walked inside together, leaving Monica with the increasingly restless guests.
“Something’s not right here,” Aunt Sarah said quietly. “That girl is lying about something.”
“Aunt Sarah, it’s her wedding day,” I protested, but even as I said it, I felt sick to my stomach.
“Exactly,” she said. “And where’s the groom?”
That’s when we noticed Monica had left her phone on the kitchen counter. Aunt Sarah, never one to mind her own business when family was involved, picked it up.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Looking at her call log,” she said, scrolling through the screen. Her face went white. “Maddie, there are no outgoing calls. She hasn’t tried to reach anyone all day.”
My hands went cold. “That can’t be right. She’s been making calls all morning.”
“No,” Aunt Sarah said grimly. “She hasn’t. She’s been pretending.”
“Maybe she deleted them. Maybe—”
“Maddie,” Aunt Sarah said gently, “I think we need to call this David ourselves.”
She was already dialing the number she got from Monica’s phone. The phone rang twice before a man’s voice answered.
“Hello?”
Aunt Sarah put the phone on speaker. “Hi, is this David?”
“Yes, who’s this?”
“This is Sarah, Monica’s aunt. I’m calling because we’re all wondering where you are right now.”
There was a pause. “I’m sorry, where am I? I’m in New York. At work. Why?”
My heart stopped. Aunt Sarah’s voice was deadly calm. “David, you do know today is your wedding day, right?”
There was silence on the other end.
Then, David spoke up.
“What wedding?”
My heart skipped a beat when he said that. I felt like my worst nightmare was about to come true.
“I’m sorry, I think there’s been some mistake,” he said. “Monica and I dated for a few weeks last spring, but we broke up months ago. I never proposed to anyone.”
Aunt Sarah and I stared at each other in horror.
“David,” she said carefully, “Monica has been planning this wedding for months. She has a ring. She’s wearing a wedding dress right now.”
“That’s impossible,” David said. “Look, Monica’s a nice girl, but we were never serious. I made that clear. We went out maybe six times, and I ended things because I could tell she wanted something I couldn’t give her. I haven’t spoken to her in months.”
My legs gave out, and I sank into a kitchen chair.
“This can’t be happening,” I whispered.
“I’m really sorry if there’s been some misunderstanding,” David continued. “But I need to go. I have a conference call in five minutes.”
The line went dead. Aunt Sarah and I sat in stunned silence, staring at the phone.
“We need to find Monica,” I said finally. “We need to—”
But when we rushed outside to look for her, she was gone.
Her car was missing from the driveway. Her purse, her overnight bag, and even her phone (I still don’t know how she quietly took the phone from the kitchen counter behind our backs).
“Where did she go?” Mom asked, appearing at my side with a worried expression. “People are asking when the ceremony is going to start.”
I couldn’t form words. How do you tell your mother that your sister just ran away from her own fake wedding?
That’s when Aunt Lisa came running over.
“The gift table,” she said breathlessly. “All the gifts are gone.”
We all turned to look. The beautiful gift table that had been overflowing with presents and envelopes was completely empty. Not a single gift remained.
“She took them,” I said. “She took everything.”
That’s when I realized what had happened.
While everyone was arriving and asking about the groom, Monica had been systematically loading the gifts into her car. She’d planned this. All of it.
“What do we tell the guests?” Mom asked with tears in her eyes.
I looked out at the backyard full of people who’d come to celebrate love and family. They were all dressed up, holding their phones and checking their watches.
“We tell them the truth,” I said. “We tell them there’s no wedding.”
We spent the next few hours giving uncomfortable explanations. People were kind but confused. Some were angry about their missing gifts, while others just seemed sad for our family.
We didn’t hear from Monica for three weeks.
Mom cried herself to sleep every night. Meanwhile, I swung between fury and heartbreak, wondering how my sister could have done this to us.
When she finally reached out, it wasn’t with an apology. It was with an excuse.
The message came through Mom’s phone.
“I’m safe. I’m sorry things got complicated. I’ll explain everything when I can.”
But the real explanation came two days later, in a long, rambling text that made everything so much worse.
She’d been seeing someone else.
A man named Jake, who was older, charming, and completely broke. He’d convinced her he had a business opportunity that just needed startup money. He’d made her feel special, chosen, needed.
So she’d decided to “save” him with our money, our gifts, our love.
She’d invented the perfect groom, created an elaborate wedding story, and used our family’s willingness to help against us. She knew I’d give her the money because I always did.
She knew our relatives would bring gifts because that’s what families do. She knew we’d all work together to make her day special because we loved her.
But she didn’t love us back.
Not enough to tell us the truth. Not enough to stop when she saw how much work we were putting in.
The message ended with, “I hope you understand. I’m in love, and sometimes love makes you do crazy things. Jake and I are working on paying everyone back.”
That was six months ago.
There’s been no money and no real apology.
I may have lost $5,000, but Monica lost something much more valuable. She lost her family’s trust, our respect, and our willingness to be there for her when she inevitably needs us again.
Some prices are too high to pay, even for love. And some betrayals cut too deep to forgive.
Monica learned that lesson the hard way, and so did I.
