Bride’s Mom Sees Groom Entering Bathroom with Bridesmaid in the Middle of Wedding – Story of the Day

Iris was so delighted. Her daughter Eliza was all set to get married to the love of her life, Daniel. So Iris shuffled toward her future son-in-law to give him her late husband’s diamond cufflinks.

But Daniel was walking too fast, and Iris had to race her achy knees. She watched him approach Melissa, one of the bridesmaids, and whisper something to her.

Then, they both walked away from the venue toward the back of the restaurant. Curious, Iris tiptoed behind them, only to see them slipping into a bathroom together…

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Iris slightly opened the door, and her heart sank when she peered inside.

“I can’t wait anymore, babe,” Daniel tugged at Mellissa’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Not now, darling,” Melissa crooned. “If someone finds out, our plans will be ruined. Patience, babe…you just need to stay married for a little. Think of the big payday we’ll get when you divorce your boring wife. Millions of dollars worth…but now control yourself!”

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Iris leaned over and glimpsed at Daniel and Melissa on the bathroom mirror. They were locked in each others’ arms, kissing passionately.

“Not now…” Melissa muttered. “We have to get back.”

“Not until you promise to meet me at my house later,” Daniel said. “We carry on like we always have…after Eliza’s gone to work!”

Melissa giggled. Unable to see or take it anymore, Iris hurried away to warn her daughter.

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Iris hurried to the dining room, but Eliza was not there. Suddenly, the MC called for everyone’s attention.

“Before we proceed to the wedding hall, the bride has a special gift for the groom,” he announced.

Eliza appeared on the stage and took the mic from the MC.

“…I’ve waited for a long time to find a real love…and I want to dedicate this to him!”

As the band behind Eliza started playing the chords, she sang a melodious love song. A hush fell over the room as Eliza finished singing.

The guests applauded, and Daniel rushed onto the stage and hugged her. Iris knew it would crush her daughter’s heart when she learned the truth about Daniel’s scheming.

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The MC interrupted the bustling wedding scene. “And now… love birds, your first dance!”

Iris weaved through the crowd and approached her daughter. “Eliza, I have to tell you something…it’s about Daniel.”

“Is everything okay, Mom?”

“Sweetie, he is…Can we talk privately?”

“Daniel’s waiting for me. We’ll talk after the first dance, okay?”

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Melissa sidled around Iris and approached the bride. “Daniel’s waiting for you in the dance hall.”

Eliza was so gorgeous in her wedding dress as she followed Melissa to the door. Iris was shattered, and she did not have the courage to break her daughter’s heart on her big day.

So she watched in agony as the wedding proceeded. There was nothing she could do to bring Daniel and Melissa’s affair to light. There was only one way to expose him: Iris had to ensure Eliza caught him red-handed.

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Eliza and Daniel drove Iris to the airport the following Monday to catch an early flight back home. Iris was disgusted to watch Daniel acting so lovey-dovey with Eliza.

Iris hugged Eliza goodbye before heading to the boarding lounge. Around 15 minutes later, she called a cab and returned to Eliza’s house.

Iris knew Melissa and Daniel would meet after Eliza went to work, and she decided to catch them.

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When Iris arrived at Eliza’s house, she saw Melissa’s car parked in the driveway. She quickly called Eliza.

“Sweetie, my flight was canceled,” Iris told her daughter. “I hailed a taxi to your place…I’m feeling dizzy…can you meet me there?”

“Oh, God, Mom! I’m busy…but don’t worry. I’ll call Daniel and ask him, alright?”

“No, don’t call him. I want you to come here…please, it’s important.”

Eliza sighed. “Fine…I’m coming.”

Iris hung up and crept up to the window.

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She peered through the glass pane and saw nothing strange at first. Then, the door swung open as Daniel and Melissa entered the room, kissing each other.

He set her down, and the pair started making out on the couch.

Iris glanced at the street, but there was still no sign of Eliza. She peeked through the window and quickly looked away in disgust, seeing how things inside had heated up.

Iris stood by the curb, praying for her daughter to be there soon. Five minutes later, Eliza pulled up.

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“Mom, are you okay?” Eliza approached Iris.

“No, I’m not. Your husband and that Melissa. They’re in there…fooling around.”

“WHAT?” Eliza was shocked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I overheard them on your wedding day…”

“You overheard what?”

“They are having an affair…and have planned to swindle you and take your money when Daniel leaves you,” Iris replied as Eliza froze.

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“Daniel and Melissa?” Eliza’s breath shuddered. “He’s always been nice to me…how did I not have a clue about this affair?”

“They’re in there right now…” Iris pointed to the door. “Why don’t you go see with your own eyes?”

Eliza nodded curtly and wiped her tears. She angrily marched to the front door, and Iris was right behind her.

They tiptoed to the living room. The sound of Daniel and Melissa giggling behind the couch echoed in the hallway.

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“What the hell’s going on here?” she yelled.

Iris rushed in but was caught off-guard by the sight before her shocked eyes. It didn’t make any sense.

Just mere minutes ago, when she looked through the window, Daniel and Melissa were engrossed in their intimate moment. But now, they were casually seated on the sofa like nothing had happened.

“Eliza? What do you mean?” Daniel replied. “Melissa and I were discussing work…Didn’t I tell you I’d be working from home this week?”

“You LIAR!” Iris pointed at Daniel. “I saw the both of you doing ‘things’ on that sofa…you must’ve seen us coming and gotten dressed.”

“Gotten dressed?” Melissa frowned. “Jesus…you think Daniel and I are having…an affair?”

“Just shut up,” Eliza snapped. “My mother saw you two in the bathroom on our wedding day…and now, in our house. You were so insistent on sharing our assets and money when we got married. And now I know why…Daniel, you married me for my money.’

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“That’s not true!” Daniel denied the allegation. “Being married means sharing everything. What’s mine is yours, Eliza. I’m sorry your mother thinks so cheap of me…but she’s mistaken. Melissa and I are friends and business partners. I thought you… trusted me.”

“I did, Daniel. But why would my Mom lie to me? I just…I just don’t understand.”

“Eliza, I love you…and I can prove it,” Daniel took Eliza’s hand.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys.

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“See this?” He dropped the keys into Eliza’s palm. “I made the final payment for our new home yesterday. Melissa was here to help me with an idea to surprise you. But everything’s ruined now.”

“He’s lying, Eliza,” Iris insisted as she watched Eliza lift the keys with her trembling fingers.

But Eliza didn’t seem to hear. “You were going to surprise me?” she whispered.

“Yes! I wanted to drive you there in a blindfold…walk you onto the lawn…and show you our dream home. But I guess I’ll be staying there alone now. There’s no point in sharing my life with a woman who doesn’t trust me.”

Daniel snatched the keys from Eliza and stormed to their bedroom.

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“Wait, you can’t just leave me like this,” Eliza ran after Daniel. “I don’t doubt you…but I know Mom would never tell me something like this unless it’s true.”

Daniel stopped and turned around. “I don’t know what your Mom saw and heard. I’ve offered you proof. If you still don’t believe me, I don’t think this marriage can last.”

“I trust you…that’s why it hurts so much to think of you cheating on me. I love you, Daniel…”

“I love you too,” Daniel said. “I don’t understand what went wrong to make it easy for you to believe such awful things about me. If you truly believe that I’ve been unfaithful to you, tell me now. I’ll pack my things and leave you…forever.”

“I trust you! Please forgive me,” Eliza hugged Daniel as Iris couldn’t believe it.

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Iris’s heart raced in her chest. It was all too much for her. Her knees gave way as a dull pain spread through her chest. The last thing Iris heard was the piercing shrill of ambulance sirens.

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Iris was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors informed her she’d had a heart attack.

“You scared me, Mom…I’m glad you’re okay,” Eliza visited Iris and hugged her.

“I’ll feel a lot better if you tell me that you’ve kicked that fraudster and his mistress out.”

Eliza rolled her eyes. “Mom, please don’t talk about my husband like that. You’ve mistaken things about him…”

“Wake up, Eliza. He’s just using you. All that nonsense about buying a house was his way of guilt-tripping you into staying.”

“But it proves he loves me. Why would he want me to stay if he was only after my money?”

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“Why don’t you check your prenup, Eliza?” Iris snapped. “Good Lord, how do I make you understand that your husband is a gold-digger?”

“Mom, please stop this. Let’s not assume things and punish Daniel for something he’s never done.”

“Fine then,” Iris said. “If you don’t want to open your eyes and see the reality, then things are going to be different from now on.”

“What do you mean, Mom?”

Iris reached for her phone and dialed a number.

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“Hello, Mr. Simms…I’m calling you about my will,” Iris told her lawyer. “I want to make an urgent change. I’ve decided to leave all my wealth to charity. My daughter will not inherit a dime. And I want you to freeze her bank account. Yes…immediately. Thank you.”

“What?” Eliza stood shocked. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry, Eliza, but you left me with no choice. I don’t want our family’s hard-earned money being palmed to a gold-digger using you.”

“Fine!” Eliza yelled. “If you’re cutting me off your will, so be it. I don’t want to see you again.”

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The following few weeks were the most challenging days for Iris. She underwent heart surgery and was released from the hospital after a long recovery period.

She felt very lonely and even tried calling Eliza. But her daughter never answered, and Iris was heartbroken. She called her every day and sent her text messages.

Iris wasn’t surprised when there was no reply. But one day, her doorbell rang. When Iris opened the door, she froze in disbelief.

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“Eliza?!” Iris teared up as a wave of emotions washed over her. “Sweetie…”

Iris stopped talking when Eliza looked at her with red, puffy eyes.

“It’s Daniel, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around Eliza’s shoulders and led her inside.

“I’m sorry, Mom…I should’ve listened to you,” Eliza sobbed. “You were right!”

Iris hugged Eliza. She hated seeing her daughter so heartbroken but was glad she was finally free from that money-grubber, Daniel.

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I Noticed Something Strange About the Chef at My Friend’s Dinner Party – What I Found in the Oven Left Everyone Stunned

It was a perfect evening with fine wine, soft jazz, and dinner at my best friend’s place. But something about the chef she’d hired felt wrong. He kept stealing nervous glances at the oven, never letting anyone near. When I somehow opened it, what I found inside turned the evening into a nightmare.

The candlelight flickered across crystal glasses, casting soft shadows on the meticulously arranged china. Jazz whispered from hidden speakers, a delicate backdrop to an evening that promised sophistication and celebration. I watched my best friend Clara, radiant in her emerald silk dress, her eyes sparkling with the pride of her recent promotion to law firm partner.

But none of us knew that beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect evening, something sinister was waiting.

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A woman holding a glass of wine | Source: Pexels

It was 9:45 p.m. The dinner party hummed with elegant conversation, crystal glasses clinked, and soft jazz played in the background. But there, in the kitchen, something felt different. And wrong.

I’d known Clara for years, and I’d seen countless dinner parties. But this was different.

The private chef she’d hired moved with an intensity that didn’t match the casual celebration. His slightly salt-and-pepper long hair was perfectly combed, his white chef’s coat crisp and immaculate.

But beneath the professional exterior, something else simmered. He was acting quite… strange.

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A chef in the kitchen | Source: Pexels

My hand trembled slightly as I held out the wine glass. The chef’s fingers brushed mine. Cold. Unnaturally cold. A shiver ran down my spine.

“More Cabernet?” he asked, his smile not reaching his eyes.

I nodded, unable to look away. When he poured the wine, his hand didn’t shake. Not even a millimeter. He was too perfect. Too controlled. But something felt very, very wrong.

Clara’s distant laughter echoed through the room. The sound seemed to trigger something in the chef. His eyes kept flicking to the oven like a nervous tick. Not just a glance. It was a full-body twitch that screamed something was wrong.

Whenever a guest drifted too close to the kitchen, he’d slide into position like a human blockade and stop them from entering.

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An oven | Source: Pexels

Another guest approached for a drink. He bolted to the kitchen and immediately blocked them, muttering a vague excuse I couldn’t hear. Maybe he thought nobody would notice. But I did.

I was watching his every move.

My skin prickled. Something was hidden in that kitchen. Something he didn’t want anyone to see. Every few minutes, his eyes would dart to the oven. Quick. Nervous. A gesture that screamed something was hidden.

“Enjoying the party?” he asked suddenly, turning to me.

I simply nodded, gripping my wine glass harder as my knuckles turned white.

Something was fishy. Not the kind you can explain, but the type that sets your nerves on fire.

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An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

The night was young. And something told me this was just the beginning.

Just then, Clara’s phone buzzed, interrupting the tranquil atmosphere. She excused herself, mumbling something about an urgent work call, and retreated to a quieter corner.

Perfect.

I waited. Counted three heartbeats.

“I’ll just grab more wine,” I muttered to Terry, Clara’s fiancé, who barely acknowledged me, deep in conversation about some corporate merger with another guest.

I casually strolled toward the small bar area near the kitchen as the chef was engrossed in plating appetizers. He didn’t notice as I slipped closer to the kitchen, which seemed to shrink with each step. The oven loomed larger.

He didn’t hear me. Didn’t sense me.

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A chef plating a dish | Source: Pexels

My hand reached for the wine bottle. But my eyes? Locked on that industrial-sized oven.

Something was in there. Was he hiding something? But what?

My heart raced. Sweat beaded on my forehead.

The kitchen gleamed like a sterile operating room. Stainless steel surfaces reflected my nervous frame. Everything was too perfect. Too clean. The kind of clean that screams something’s dangerously ominous.

The chef continued arranging the appetizers, unaware I was in the kitchen… his carefully restricted area. I moved slowly. Each step was measured. Deliberate.

The oven called to me. Not with warmth. Not with the promise of a delicious meal. But with a magnetic pull of something forbidden.

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A nervous woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

One gentle pull and the door creaked open. The smell hit me first. Not roasted meat. Not herbs. But something acrid. Like something burning.

My breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t a meal.

“OH MY GOD… IT CAN’T BE!” I shrieked, coughing.

Crumpled envelopes smoldered in the oven. Some burned at the edges, others miraculously intact. Clara’s handwriting… those elegant loops and curves I’d seen a thousand times, peeked through the charred papers like ghostly whispers.

And there. Right in the center… was a jewelry box.

The one from her engagement party. The one Terry had presented with such drama and love all those months ago. It was now sitting among burned memories, its edges blackened and singed.

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A woman flaunting her engagement ring | Source: Unsplash

My fingers hovered over the papers. One envelope remained, partially burned. Clara’s distinctive cursive script was still visible through the char.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” A voice cut through the kitchen like a surgical blade. Cold. Precise. Loaded with something deeper than mere surprise.

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Instead, I turned slowly, my heart pounding.

The chef stood there, no longer the charming professional who had been entertaining guests. His eyes now bore the intensity of a predator caught mid-hunt.

“I think the better question is… what are YOU doing?”

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

Behind me, the oven door hung open like a portal to secrets to something dark. Something that was never meant to be discovered.

The chef’s eyes darted, a sinister calculation racing behind those eyes. One wrong move. One wrong word… and everything would shatter.

“What the hell is going on over here?” I screamed, loud enough for everyone to hear. In an instant, the kitchen transformed into a pressure cooker of tension.

Puzzled guests pressed forward with a growing sense of something terrifyingly unknown.

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An extremely startled woman | Source: Midjourney

Terry’s hand trembled violently, as he broke the silence, his finger pointing at the open oven.

“Is that… our engagement ring box?” he gasped.

Clara bolted inside and stood frozen like a statue.

“And those are my personal letters,” she breathed. “My private photographs. Why do YOU have them?”

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A laugh escaped the chef’s lips as he took off his apron and hurled it on the floor. But it wasn’t a laugh of humor. It was the sound of something gravely sinister.

“You don’t remember me, do you, Clara?”

The way he said her name. It made everyone’s skin crawl.

Clara’s eyes — those razor-sharp eyes that could dissect complex legal arguments in seconds — now looked fragile. Uncertain. For the first time, she looked small.

“Who are you?” She shrieked, trembling.

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

The man took a step forward. Then another. Each step felt like a countdown to something inevitable. Something that had been years in the making.

The guests held their breath as the air grew thick and suffocating. And nobody in that room was prepared for what was coming.

“Why do you have my letters? My photos?! Why did you destroy them?” Clara’s voice shattered the silence.

Timothy, one of the guests, leaned forward. His trembling fingers pulled out a partially burned photograph of Clara and Terry, caught in a moment of pure happiness during their engagement.

“He’s been stealing from you,” he said, the pieces clicking together like a grotesque puzzle. “These letters, these mementos… they’re yours, aren’t they?”

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A man pointing a finger | Source: Pexels

Clara nodded. Her fury burned brighter than the smoldering papers in the oven. “Why? What the hell is this about?”

The chef’s laugh was like broken glass. “You really don’t remember me, do you?”

The room held its breath. Tension coiled like a snake ready to strike.

“I’m ADRIAN!” he revealed. “Your ex-boyfriend. The man you discarded. The one you thought was gone.”

Clara staggered back. “No. This can’t be. I heard Adrian died in an accident two years ago.”

“An accident YOU caused!” he roared, years of anger erupting in that single moment.

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A terrified woman | Source: Midjourney

His finger pointed at her. Accusatory. Painful. “You left me. Broke me. I couldn’t function. Couldn’t breathe. And then came the crash that almost took my breath away.”

He touched his face. Traced the lines of surgical scars hidden beneath his professional chef’s demeanor.

“Skin grafts,” he whispered. “Surgeries. Numerous procedures. I’m not the man I was. But I’m here. ALIVE. My heart burning with a desire for REVENGE.”

The guests exchanged horrified glances, unable to process what they were hearing.

Terry stepped forward, his eyes boring into Adrian’s. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded.

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A stunned man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

Adrian’s smile was a knife’s edge. “CLOSURE. Clara moved on so effortlessly… a new job, a new life, a new love. Meanwhile, I’ve been left to rot. So, I decided, if I can’t have happiness, neither can she. Those letters, those photos, that ring… all symbols of her perfect new life. I wanted to burn them, just like she burned our past.”

Clara’s face was etched with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Adrian, I didn’t cause your accident. Leaving you was the hardest decision of my life. You were… you were unbearable. I had to save myself.”

“Save yourself? And what about me? Did you even consider the consequences of your actions?”

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A furious man | Source: Midjourney

“That’s enough,” Terry yelled, his patience wearing thin. “I’m calling the police.”

Soon, sirens wailed in the distance. And the night was far from over.

The red and blue lights painted the elegant dining room in a surreal dance of color. Adrian sat silently in the back of the police car, his eyes never leaving Clara. Not with anger. Not with hatred. But with a chilling intensity that spoke of something deeper. Unresolved. And ominous.

Clara collapsed into the chair, her designer dress pooling around her like a broken dream. The pristine white walls suddenly felt suffocating.

“How?” she whispered. “How did he find me?”

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A confused woman | Source: Midjourney

Her hand trembled. I squeezed it, feeling the fragility beneath her usually rock-solid exterior.

Terry stood nearby, protective and still confused, trying to understand how someone from Clara’s past could infiltrate their perfect life so completely.

“He was patient,” I said softly. “Waiting. Planning.”

Clara’s eyes were distant and haunted.

Outside, the police car’s taillights disappeared into the darkness. Taking Adrian. Taking the immediate threat. But something told me that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

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Police cars on the street | Source: Unsplash

The dinner party’s elegant setup looked like a crime scene. Champagne glasses. Half-eaten appetizers. Scattered memories. A celebration of Clara’s professional success had become something else entirely. A nightmare served on fine china.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if I hadn’t been curious? What if the oven door had remained closed? What twisted plan might have unfolded? What else had he come for?

Some wounds don’t heal. They wait. Patient. Dangerous. Ready to be reopened.

And some ghosts? They don’t just haunt memories. Sometimes… they cook your dinner, in disguise.

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A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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