Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.
I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.
Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.
He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.
Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.
That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.
I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.
So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.
“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”
“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”
Jess shook her head.
“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”
It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.
“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”
Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.
“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.
It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.
Not even Rasmus.
“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.
I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.
“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.
“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.
“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.
“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”
My heart almost stopped beating.
How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.
Dear Brenda,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.
But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.
My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.
They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.
I needed to hear it from them.
But my parents were just as shocked as I was.
“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”
“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”
That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.
The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.
I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.
I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.
His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.
“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.
Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.
So, he panicked.
“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”
As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.
So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.
What would you have done?
My Husband Kicked Me Out of the House Because I Couldn’t Calm Our Kids Down While He Was Working
It wasn’t the yelling kids or the endless demands that broke me. It was the moment my husband opened the door, his face cold and resolved, and said, “You need to go.” That’s when everything shifted.
I never thought I’d be writing this, but here we are.
I’m a stay-at-home mom with three kids — Oliver (7), Sophie (5), and Max (3). My husband, Mark, works from home to support us, and for the most part, it’s a good life. It’s full of love, laughter, and the kind of chaos that only small children can create.
Couple with their three children| Source: Midjourney
But last week… last week was different. It felt like everything unraveled, and now, I’m not even sure where I stand anymore. It started like any other day. Mark was on a conference call in his office, trying to close some important deal, and I was doing my usual juggling act with the kids.
Oliver wanted to watch cartoons, Sophie was bored, and Max was, well, being a three-year-old, so everything seemed like a reason to cry. You know, the usual.
“Mommy, I want to watch cartoons,” Oliver tugged at my sleeve, his eyes pleading.
“We just watched some, Ollie. How about we play a game instead?” I suggested, trying to sound enthusiastic even though I was completely drained.
Exhausted woman holding her son | Source: Midjourney
“Games are boring,” Sophie shouted, crossing her arms.
Before I could respond, Max started wailing — no reason, just joining in the chaos like he always did. I could feel the tension building, and so could Mark. I glanced at him through the glass door of his office, and I could see it in his eyes — the silent plea for quiet. But how could I manage that with three kids all demanding something different?
“Shh, guys, Daddy’s working,” I whispered, already knowing it was hopeless.
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“Why can’t Daddy play with us?” Oliver whined, louder this time.
I wanted to scream. I had tried everything: snacks, storytime, their favorite show on repeat. Nothing worked. Their noise level just kept rising, and with it, my stress.
Then, I heard it. The sound of Mark’s office door opening, slowly but deliberately.
A man getting out of his office | Source: Midjourney
I turned, expecting him to say something calming, offer help, or even give me a reassuring look. Instead, his face was tight, his eyes cold.
“Can’t you keep them quiet for five minutes?” His voice was low, but it cut through me like a knife.
My heart pounded as Mark’s words hit me like a freight train.
“I’m trying to manage them, but they just won’t listen!” I pleaded, throwing my hands up in desperation, the sound of the kids still echoing in the background. I searched his face for some sign of understanding, hoping he’d soften, but all I saw was frustration. Deep, simmering frustration.
Frustrated man in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
Mark took a deep breath, his eyes wild with anger. “I can’t live like this anymore! You’re not even a mother right now… you’re just… just a woman!” His words cut through the air, leaving me breathless.
“What?” I gasped, my throat tightening. “Mark, what are you saying?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Just go! Get out of here!” he snapped, storming past me.
Man standing next to his wife | Source: Midjourney
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he grabbed my suitcase from the closet, dragged it to the bed, and quickly stuffed clothes into it. Socks, pajamas, anything he could grab.
“Mark, stop! What are you doing?” My voice cracked, tears welling up in my eyes as I watched him. “Please, I’m trying my best!”
He didn’t stop. His hands moved faster, almost as if he was afraid he’d change his mind if he slowed down. “You need to take a break from all of this,” he muttered. “You deserve time for yourself, some place away from… this chaos.”
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I stood there, paralyzed by disbelief. Was this really happening? My husband — the man I shared my life, my home, my children with — was packing my bags, telling me to leave.
“I booked a hotel room for you. Two days. You’ll have time to yourself,” he said, his voice suddenly calmer, as if this were all perfectly reasonable.
My heart raced faster, confusion mixing with a strange sense of relief that I didn’t want to admit to. “You’re sending me away? Mark, I can’t just leave the kids like this…”
Husband and wife having a misunderstanding | Source: Midjourney
He grabbed his wallet, pulled out his credit card, and placed it on my hand. “Take my card. Go treat yourself. Get a nice meal, and drink something fancy. Get a massage, whatever you need. Just go.”
I stared at the card, my mind reeling. This didn’t feel like a gift—it felt like an eviction. But beneath the shock, the guilt, and the tears that stung my eyes, I felt something else: a small glimmer of relief. The exhaustion, the endless days of noise and mess, had been wearing on me more than I realized.
Mark stepped forward, his anger softening just slightly. “This is for you. Please, just go.”
A man and his wife standing on the door | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t know what else to do. With trembling hands, I zipped up the suitcase and wiped away the tears that had started to fall. He gave me a quick hug, a peck on the cheek that felt rushed, and before I could process it, I was in the car, pulling out of the driveway. As I drove away, my hands gripping the wheel, my heart pounded with disbelief.
Was my husband really doing this for me, or was he doing it to get rid of me?
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Arriving at the hotel, I took a deep, shaky breath. The lobby smelled like fresh coffee and soft jazz played in the background, soothing my frazzled nerves. Everything seemed so calm here. It was such a stark contrast to the chaos I had just left behind.
I checked in quickly, making my way to my room with the weight of the past few hours still pressing on my shoulders.
As soon as I opened the door to the small, cozy room, I let out a long sigh of relief. The bed looked like a sanctuary, and without thinking twice, I collapsed onto it, staring up at the ceiling.
A woman laying on bed staring at the ceiling | Source: Pexels
I should’ve been furious, right? My husband had literally kicked me out of the house! But instead, I felt… lighter? The guilt bubbled up, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of freedom.
My phone buzzed. It was Mark.
“I can’t believe you kicked me out. This is so surreal,” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly as I hit send.
A few moments later, his reply flashed on my screen. “Just trust me. I know you need this. Let me handle the kids.”
I stared at the message for a while, trying to make sense of it. Could he really handle it? Could I really let go? With a deep breath, I decided to surrender to the moment.
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The first day slipped by in a blur of pampering. I took the longest bath I’d had in years, soaking in the silence. Room service delivered a meal I didn’t have to cook, and I ate in bed while flipping through the book I’d been meaning to read for months.
I felt something close to peace, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids. How were they managing without me?
That evening, I couldn’t resist. I dialed Mark’s number.
“Hey… how are the kids?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing.
Woman in a hotel room making a phone call | Source: Midjourney
“They’re good,” Mark replied, sounding surprisingly calm. “We had a little talk about respecting you and what it means to be a family. They miss you, Mia.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really? What did you tell them?”
“I told them that you do everything for us, and it’s time they show you how much they appreciate you.” His voice was steady and reassuring.
My heart warmed at his words. It was so unlike Mark to take the lead with the kids like this, to be the one who gave the talk. But hearing it gave me a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed. Maybe he was right after all.
Woman in a hotel room making a phone call | Source: Midjourney
After two days of self-care and relaxation, I drove back home feeling refreshed, but uncertain about what awaited me. I opened the front door, bracing myself for the usual chaos, but instead… silence.
The living room was spotless. Toys that were normally scattered everywhere were neatly put away, and the kids—Oliver, Sophie, and Max—stood in matching outfits, beaming like they were up to something.
“Mommy!” they shouted in unison, racing toward me.
I laughed as I knelt down, gathering them into my arms. “What’s all this? Did I step into the wrong house?”
Woman hugging her three children | Source: Midjourney
Sophie grinned and pointed behind her. “Surprise! We made you dinner!”
I glanced over to see a little table set up with paper plates, juice boxes, and what looked like sandwiches they’d put together themselves. My heart swelled.
Mark appeared, his arms crossed, smiling proudly. “The kids wanted to show you how much they appreciate you. We’ve been planning this all day.”
I stood, tears threatening to spill. “You all did this for me?”
Emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
“Of course!” Oliver exclaimed, his chest puffed out with pride. “We wanted to make you happy.”
Mark walked over and pulled me into a soft embrace. “You needed a break, Mia. And I needed to teach the kids how to appreciate everything you do.”
I blinked back tears and looked up at him. “Thank you. I can’t believe you managed all this.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “It wasn’t easy, but we made it work. Together.”
That evening, as we shared a simple meal filled with laughter and stories, I realized how much had shifted.
Couple enjoying dinner together | Source: Midjourney
After putting the kids to bed, Mark and I settled onto the couch, tired but content. He reached for my hand. “I’m sorry for how I reacted before. I felt overwhelmed and didn’t know how to help.”
I leaned against him, my heart full. “I appreciate you, Mark. Thank you for reminding me of my worth. I love you.”
He squeezed my hand, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you too, Mia. We’re in this together.”
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