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I remember that day as if it happened just yesterday. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life\u2014my wedding day. But instead of exchanging vows, I stood frozen in the middle of the wedding hall as two police officers strode toward me, holding up a photo of my fianc\u00e9.\n “Ma\u2019am? Do you recognize this man?” one of them asked.\n Let\u2019s rewind.\n I met Andrew six months ago at an art gallery\u2014an event my friend had practically dragged me to. He was one of the featured artists that night, and his work immediately drew me in.\n Andrew was different from anyone I\u2019d ever dated. He didn\u2019t care about money or social status. He didn\u2019t even own a car. But he was passionate, kind, and extraordinarily talented.\n Four months into our relationship, he proposed. My heart answered before my mind had the chance to catch up. How could I say anything but “yes”? The man I loved was kneeling before me, a bouquet of wildflowers in my hands, and the most unique, breathtaking ring on my finger.\n It felt like destiny.\n My father, however, was furious.\n “You\u2019re marrying a man you\u2019ve only known for six months?” he said, pacing the living room with a glass of whiskey in hand.\n “A man with nothing but paintbrushes and a dream?” His voice rose. “Do you honestly believe he loves you for who you are, Serene? Or is it the family fortune he\u2019s after?”\n “Andrew isn\u2019t like that!” I argued. “He doesn\u2019t care about money. He loves me for me. Not everything is about wealth, Dad!”\n But my father wouldn\u2019t hear it. He refused to give his blessing, and though my mother remained neutral, I could sense her doubts.\n Still, I believed in Andrew.\n The morning of the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement and chaos.\n My parents arrived early at the venue, handling last-minute arrangements while I got ready upstairs with my bridesmaids.\n But as the ceremony approached, an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. Andrew was nowhere to be found.\n I called him three times. No answer.\n The ceremony was scheduled for 2 p.m. By 2:45, hushed whispers filled the room.\n Just as I reached for my phone again, the doors to the hall burst open, and two uniformed men strode inside.\n The room fell silent.\n “Ma\u2019am,” one officer said, holding up a photo of Andrew. “Do you recognize this man?”\n “Yes,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “That\u2019s my fianc\u00e9, Andrew! What\u2019s happening? Is he alright? Has there been an accident?”\n “We\u2019re sorry to inform you, but your fianc\u00e9 has been apprehended. He broke into your family\u2019s estate earlier today while everyone was here\u2014he was caught attempting to rob the house.”\n A stunned silence filled the room before chaos erupted.\n “What?! No! That\u2019s impossible. Andrew would never\u2014”\n “I warned you!” My father\u2019s voice cut through the noise, his face a mix of fury and vindication.\n My heart pounded so loudly I barely heard the officers explain that Andrew had been intercepted on the outskirts of the city while trying to flee.\n They invited my family and me to accompany them to the scene.\n But instead of a police station, the officers drove us to an old warehouse on the edge of town.\n “What is this place?” my father demanded, narrowing his eyes.\n “This is… an unusual case,” one officer replied cryptically before pushing open the door.\n The moment I stepped inside, I froze.\n Cans of paint were scattered everywhere. Old brushes lay abandoned across the floor. It looked like Andrew\u2019s art studio.\n And then I saw it.\n A massive mural stretched across an entire wall.\n It was a breathtaking, larger-than-life painting of a bride and groom. The bride\u2014undeniably me\u2014stood in her white dress, dark curls cascading over her shoulders, while the groom\u2014Andrew\u2014held her hand, beaming with joy.\n In the corner of the mural, four words stood out:\n Forever yours, Andrew.\n Before I could fully process what I was seeing, Andrew stepped out from behind a canvas, wiping his hands on his jeans.\n “Surprise!” he said, offering a nervous grin.\n “What… what is this?” I stammered, tears already brimming in my eyes.\n “It\u2019s my wedding gift to you, Serene,” he said, gesturing toward the mural. “I wanted to give you something that would last forever, something to show you how much I love you. The officers? They\u2019re actors. I hired them to play along. I know it\u2019s a little dramatic, but I wanted today to be unforgettable.”\n My father, who had stood in stunned silence, finally spoke.\n “You mean to tell me… this was all a prank?”\n Andrew nodded. “Yes, sir. I\u2019m sorry for the scare, but I wanted to prove to you\u2014and everyone\u2014that I\u2019m serious about marrying your daughter.”\n For a moment, my father just stared at him.\n Then, to my shock, he chuckled.\n “Well, I\u2019ll give you this,” he said, crossing his arms. “You\u2019ve got talent. And guts. I still don\u2019t completely trust you\u2026 but you\u2019ve earned my respect today.”\n What in the world?\n “No! This is not okay!” I exclaimed, still reeling. “Andrew! We\u2019re supposed to be getting married right now! What were you thinking? I\u2019ve been calling you! You scared me half to death!”\n “I know, I know,” Andrew said, running a hand through his hair. “But the muse called, and when I started the mural, I had to finish it. You understand, don\u2019t you? You know how it is, my love.”\n I wanted to stay angry. I wanted to scream. But how could I?\n I burst into laughter\u2014half from relief, half from sheer disbelief\u2014and threw my arms around him, tears spilling down my cheeks.\n “This is the best wedding gift I could have imagined,” I whispered.\n We returned to the venue together, where Andrew explained everything to our bewildered guests.\n During the reception, my father even raised a toast to Andrew, admitting he may have misjudged him.\n Sometimes, love isn\u2019t about perfect timing or logical choices. It\u2019s about trust, creativity, and a little bit of risk.\n And Andrew?\n He wasn\u2019t just my husband. He was the masterpiece I never saw coming.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I remember that day as if it happened just yesterday. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life\u2014my wedding day. 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