On the Morning of My Wedding, My Fiancé Gave Me a Luxurious Necklace — When I Found Out Why, I Cancelled Everything
When Lawrence presented me with an extravagant diamond necklace on our wedding day, I thought it was merely an excessive gift. Little did I know his “symbol of love” was actually hiding his cruel secret… I woke up in my bridal suite with butterflies in my stomach. At 35, I wasn’t some starry-eyed young bride, but today felt different. My wedding dress hung by the window, catching the morning light. I smiled as I stood and went straight to it, running my fingers along the delicate fabric and taking a moment to breathe before the chaos began.
“You can’t marry him!” she gasped, her face pale. Her finger rose to point at my neck. “That necklace is not just a gift. I know everything.” “What are you talking about?” I asked quietly, looking at her in horror.
“I was coming back with your tea when I heard Lawrence talking to his best man in the hallway right outside the groom’s suite. They didn’t see me.” Emily’s hands trembled as her words rushed out. “He said, and I quote, ‘She swallowed the bait. Now nobody will see that ugly scar.'”
The air left my lungs. “What?”
“That slimy, two-faced weasel was laughing about it! The necklace isn’t a gift. It’s to hide your scar because he’s ashamed of it.” Emily’s voice shook with rage. “That’s not all. He was gloating about marrying into our family, about the connections Dad could give him, despite your ‘flaw.’ His words.”
Right on cue, the door burst open. My bridesmaids poured in with my mother and my sister, Emily, close behind.
“The hair stylist will be here in 20 minutes,” my mother announced, checking her watch.
Emily placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “How are you feeling, Kath?”
The room quickly filled with chatter as everyone busied themselves with preparations.
Hours later, amid the commotion, one of my bridesmaids, Lily, approached me timidly.
“Umm, Kathryn…” she said, her voice soft and quick. “Lawrence is asking to see you. He said it is really important…”
I frowned. “Before the ceremony? Doesn’t he know that’s bad luck?”
“He was weirdly intense about it,” Lily said, twisting her hands. “He said he’s got something special for you.”
Emily caught my eye across the room, her eyebrow raised in question. Something in my gut tightened, and although I couldn’t understand why yet, at my age, I’d learned to trust that feeling.
“Mom, guys, could you give us a minute?” I still asked.
My mother herded the bridesmaids out of the room, but Emily lingered.
“Want me to stay?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured her. “Could you grab me some tea? Some chamomile might calm my nerves.”
Emily hesitated before giving me a quick hug. “Get him out of here quickly. It’s definitely bad luck,” she said, half-teasing, half-serious.
Then, she slipped out, closing the door behind her.
Lawrence entered almost immediately. I immediately noticed his eyes, which held a strange intensity that made me uneasy.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“You’re not supposed to see me yet,” I replied.
“I know, I know. This will take just a minute,” he said and produced a red velvet box from behind his back. “I wanted to give you this. Open it.”
I took the box, smiling, and slowly lifted the lid. Inside sat a diamond necklace so large and flashy that I gasped. The stones caught the light and threw rainbows across the walls.
It was beautiful… but it was not me.
“Lawrence, this is…” I struggled to find the right words while trying to maintain my smile. “It’s too much.”
“Nonsense. You’ll look amazing in it, and you deserve something this grand today. It’s a symbol of my love,” he insisted, taking the necklace from the box. “Promise me you’ll wear it during the ceremony?”
He sounded off, and that gut feeling I’d had before came back. This necklace wasn’t my style at all. I preferred simple, elegant pieces. Lawrence knew this. Or I thought he did.
“I appreciate the gesture, love, truly. But this necklace… it’s not me,” I confessed hesitantly.
His face hardened for a split second before melting into a pleading smile. “Please, Kathryn. It would mean everything to me to show your family that I’ll treat you like you deserve. That I can afford to. Just this once, I swear.”
I hesitated but nodded. “Of course, love.”
Relief washed over his face as he fastened the heavy necklace around my neck. The diamonds felt cold and heavy against my skin. I hated it, but he looked pleased.
“Perfect,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “I’ll see you at the altar.”
After he left, I stood in front of the mirror. The necklace was too overwhelming, and it felt wrong against me.
Why?
My fingers automatically went under the diamonds to the burn scar on my collarbone. I’d gotten it after a terrible childhood kitchen accident, and I couldn’t help but realize that these big diamonds covered it completely.
Something about that realization had my gut clenching again, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. And just a few minutes later, Emily burst into the room, panting and wild-eyed.
“You can’t marry him!” she gasped, her face pale. Her finger rose to point at my neck. “That necklace is not just a gift. I know everything.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked quietly, looking at her in horror.
“I was coming back with your tea when I heard Lawrence talking to his best man in the hallway right outside the groom’s suite. They didn’t see me.” Emily’s hands trembled as her words rushed out. “He said, and I quote, ‘She swallowed the bait. Now nobody will see that ugly scar.'”
The air left my lungs. “What?”
“That slimy, two-faced weasel was laughing about it! The necklace isn’t a gift. It’s to hide your scar because he’s ashamed of it.” Emily’s voice shook with rage. “That’s not all. He was gloating about marrying into our family, about the connections Dad could give him, despite your ‘flaw.’ His words.”