Why My Rich Older Fiancé Almost Called Off Our Wedding 2 Weeks Before We Were Supposed to Say “I Do”: Part 1

I had just cheated on my older fiancé less than two weeks before our wed­ding, and came home to find out that he knew what I had done.

There was no way around this fight, so I just didn’t say any­thing at all as Kee­gan yelled at me in the door­way of our home. He vented his jeal­ousy, anger, and dis­ap­point­ment in my actions. He said he was call­ing off the wed­ding, because I was a whore. He threat­ened DNA test­ing of our child, because he said that I had oblit­er­ated his trust. He yelled so loudly that he woke up our sleep­ing baby, along with my best friend Laura and her boyfriend, who crashed at our place after Laura’s party.

Laura went to check on the baby while the boyfriend tried to calm Kee­gan down, but it didn’t work. My silence was irri­tat­ing him even more. He wanted me to say some­thing, he wanted me to con­firm or deny his accu­sa­tions. He wanted me to give him the ammu­ni­tion he needed to feel every­thing he was accus­ing me of. But I just stood there, look­ing at my feet like a child does when they are in trou­ble. “Say some­thing!” Kee­gan screamed in my face as he cupped my cheeks and pulled my eyes up to his, forc­ing me to look him in the eye. “Say some­thing. Any­thing, Vivian, please,” he pleaded.

It’s a ter­ri­ble feel­ing isn’t it, the way you feel right now? Well, now you know how I felt when you were f*cking Anne and Can­dice,” I said softly before push­ing his hands away from my face and walk­ing upstairs to hold my baby. Anne and Can­dice were the two women Kee­gan had sex with while we were together.

Keegan’s jaw dropped. It wasn’t denial, it wasn’t a con­fes­sion, and it wasn’t what he wanted to hear—it was his fiancée sound­ing like she was try­ing to get revenge for his sex­ual adven­tures. Laura kissed me on the fore­head and left with her boyfriend. She knew full well that I had slept with Brian, but it wasn’t her place to say any­thing. “Text me if you still need help with the wed­ding favors in a few days,” she said as she was head­ing out the door.

Kee­gan came upstairs and just stood in the hall­way, star­ing at me as I cud­dled and rocked our baby girl back to sleep. Once she was back in her crib asleep, I headed towards the bath­room, but Kee­gan quickly grabbed my arm to stop me as he leaned against the wall. I had never seen that look in his eyes before…

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.