I was about to marry my fiancé when my world shattered. My mom burst into the ceremony, screaming: “STOP THE WEDDING… HE’S YOUR BIOLOGICAL FATHER!” My fiancé, Zack, was actually Christian, the man who had abandoned my mother years ago after stealing from her. Mom revealed that Christian, now using a fake name, was my real dad.
She told me how they met in Chicago at an art gallery. They fell in love, but Christian suddenly disappeared with her savings and a fake Renaissance painting. Years later, he resurfaced under a new identity and was about to marry me, his own daughter. The wedding halted as Christian tried to escape, but police apprehended him.
It turns out he had been running cons for years, hoarding stolen art, and had kept the original painting all along. Mom and I were just two of his many victims. As the police took him away, we finally recovered the stolen painting. While I felt some relief, my life would never be the same. Justice was served, but my heart was broken.