My Fiancé Vanished the Day Before Our Wedding—With My Sister. A Year Later, He Came Back with a Baby.The night before my wedding, I was finalizing vows and seating charts. My fiancé, Grant, said he was heading to the store. He never came back.At first, I thought something terrible had happened. Then my dad called—my sister Catherine was gone, too. So was the wedding fund.They ran off together.
Catherine was always impulsive and beautiful, the kind of person who ruined things just because she could. I was the responsible one. I held everything together—until that moment.I canceled the wedding, left town, and tried to rebuild. I met Declan. Kind, calm, patient—everything Grant never was. He helped me heal. We got engaged.Then, out of nowhere, Grant showed up at my door.
Holding a baby.“She’s your niece,” he said. “Catherine left us. I didn’t know where else to go.”I slammed the door in his face. But Grace—that was the baby’s name—stayed in my mind. After a week, I called him. She needed stability. We offered help.Weeks turned into months. Grant came by less and less until one day, he just… stopped. We never looked back.
Declan and I raised Grace as our own. She called me Lottie, then Mommy. At twelve, I legally adopted her.Then Catherine reappeared.“I want to see her,” she said. “I’ve lost everything.”We offered her a choice: ten thousand dollars or a reunion. She took the money.Grace only asked about her once. I told her, “Some people don’t stay. But I did. I always will.”