3 Unbelievable Stories of People Who Objected at Weddings

Weddings can be quite stressful, but the most worrisome part must be during the wedding vows when the officiant asks if anyone objects. In the following stories, bridesmaids, future stepchildren, and even the future mother-in-law halt the proceedings for various reasons, leaving the bride and groom shocked!

These tales reveal how uncertain life can be, even when you believe you’ve found the right person. During their weddings, the couples’ vows were suddenly stopped, with one objector claiming the groom was already married!

All My Bridesmaids Objected at My Wedding except One
I thought my wedding day would be one of the best days of my life. I was one of those girls who had spent hours dreaming about her wedding.

Even while watching romantic comedies, I would sit with my phone in hand and take notes, imagining my perfect wedding. I would take ideas about the dress, the magical venue, and even the cake that looked too perfect to cut into.

I wanted it all.

So, when Tim proposed, I was ready with my fairytale wedding planned out!

“Our wedding is going to be the best one yet,” I said as we lay in bed one day.

“I have absolutely no doubt, Amber,” he said, grinning.

I gathered my closest friends from all over the country, ready to ask them to be my bridesmaids. I wasn’t going to do it without them. When Tim and I met in college, they were right there and remained beside us the entire time.

Of course, they agreed to be my bridesmaids, and we sat and planned every detail together, with me trusting them completely.

Until they gave me a reason to doubt them.

On the big day, we were standing at the altar. Tim and I had just said our vows. It was so close. We were nearly married. We were almost husband and wife, and just one last question from the priest and our fates would be sealed.

“If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest said.

I looked around the venue, waiting for someone to break the silence.

“We object!” three of my bridesmaids yelled.

Everyone started gasping and whispering!

The three bridesmaids looked at each other and then at Sara, my fourth!

Sara blinked back tears and shook her head.

“Are you guys crazy?” she exclaimed.

“Sara,” Audrey, my maid of honor, said. “We spoke about this; you know what’s happening!”

“Look at the cake!” Mel shouted. “Doesn’t it remind you of anything!?”

Sara turned to look at the wedding cake, and her face went pale as if she suddenly remembered something important.

Everything was just as I planned.

I am sure, dear reader, you really want to know what’s going on. Well, let me explain…

A week ago, three of my bridesmaids, Audrey, Grace, and Mel, arranged for us to meet at a coffee shop. When I walked in, they looked at me with grim faces.

“Amber,” Audrey said. “We need to talk about something.”

I expected them to talk about a bachelorette party or something like that. I knew they had wanted to plan one for me, but I didn’t want one.

I told them that if they wanted to throw me something, then a themed high tea would be the perfect way to go.

But what they told me wasn’t something that I expected to hear. At least, not about Tim.

Grace ordered coffee and thick slices of cake before they shared their news.

“We saw Ellie with Tim,” Audrey said. “They were walking together, holding hands and kissing.”

My breath caught in my throat. For a moment, I didn’t know how to breathe.

“What are you talking about?” I gasped.

Mel pulled out her phone, her hands shaking slightly.

“We didn’t want to believe it either, but we’ve been keeping an eye on them. Here’s a photo.”

She gave me her phone. And there it was…

A photo of Ellie, my friend and other bridesmaid, kissing my fiancé, his hands holding onto her tightly.

My world shattered.

When I returned to our apartment that evening, I waited until Tim fell asleep on the couch. The moment I heard his snores taking over the living room, I grabbed his phone and went to the bathroom, locking myself in.

The evidence spoke for itself! It was undeniable! The pictures, the messages, and even videos of Ellie randomly recording herself doing things!

It was intimate. They clearly had a connection that ran deep. Deeper than any commitment that Tim lied to himself about. It turned out that Tim had been cheating on me with my so-called friend for the past six months!

I felt a mix of rage and heartbreak as I scrolled through their messages! But amidst it all, a seed of an idea began to form…

I wasn’t going to let them off that easily. I still wanted to wear my wedding dress, even if I wasn’t going to marry Tim at the end of the day.

It was simple. I wanted revenge, and I wanted everyone to see their true colors. But I was devastated.

My plan was simple yet devious. I ordered custom cake toppers made from their pictures.

Ellie always wore red lipstick, had a big tattoo on her arm that she loved to show off, and always carried her little dog, Bjorn, everywhere with her.

These details were all meticulously added to the cake toppers.

When the guests saw the cake, it would have been clear. Or if not the guests, then at least Tim and Ellie would realize I knew the truth.

Fast forward to the wedding.

“Is that Ellie and Tim on the cake?” Tim’s brother asked, looking closely.

“Oh my God, it is! How could they?!” another guest asked.

Ellie’s face turned ashen, and she stammered.

“Amber,” she began. “I can explain everything!”

Tim tried to intervene, his voice desperate. He grabbed my hand tightly, forcing me to look at him.

“This isn’t what you think it is!” he said, his eyes wide.

But it was too late. The damage was done. The guests’ reactions were a mix of shock and disgust. I had been sitting with this for an entire week.

I had gone to my final wedding dress fitting, knowing that I wouldn’t marry the man I loved.

I had tasted wedding cakes, knowing that my face wasn’t going to be on the wedding topper.

I had sat with my pain for an entire week.

“Amber, please let me explain!” Ellie pleaded, holding my hand.

“There’s nothing to explain, Ellie,” I replied, my voice cold and shaky. “Everyone can see who you truly are now.”

As the guests continued to murmur and gossip, I turned to my bridesmaids.

“Thank you,” I said to them, my voice softening.

My girls came forward and hugged me tightly. We walked out together, leaving Ellie and Tim to deal with the aftermath of their actions. It wasn’t the wedding I had envisioned at all, but there was something special about it.

In the end, it had turned into a day of truth and revelation.

I took my friends to the hotel suite that Tim had paid for, as we had planned to spend the night there before flying off to Greece the next morning.

But during the week, I had canceled our flights and reimbursed myself, planning to take a trip when the dust settled.

Now, I’m sitting and having a cup of coffee on the balcony, trying to figure out my next move. I think the most difficult part of this is the fact that Tim and I had been living together.

Our lives were intertwined, and now, we had to try and untangle it all.

I didn’t know how I was going to do it. I just knew that it was time for a new chapter. I may have lost a fiancé and a friend. But I gained a deeper friendship with the rest of my bridesmaids.

The very friends who would protect my heart going forward.

My Fiancé’s Little Daughter Objected at Our Wedding, ‘Daddy, Don’t Marry Her, You Already Have a Wife’
I always dreamed of a wedding day filled with joy, love, and excitement, and as I walked down the aisle, I thought that dream was coming true.

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, mingling with the scent of fresh roses. Jonathan stood at the altar, looking as handsome as the day we met.

It had been three years since we first crossed paths at a friend’s barbecue. I wasn’t looking for love, but Jonathan’s warmth and easygoing nature pulled me in.

What began as casual conversations about work and books soon became long evenings filled with laughter. We clicked instantly, and within months, I couldn’t imagine my life without him!

One evening, not long after we started dating, Jonathan dropped a bombshell over dinner.

“Abigail, there’s something you need to know,” he confessed. “I have a daughter. Her name’s Mia, and she’s four. I need you to think about whether you’re ready for that. Because if this doesn’t work for you, I’d rather know now.”

“A daughter?” I echoed. “You have a daughter?”

The thing is, I hadn’t seen this coming. It was not because I thought Jonathan was hiding anything but because we’d been so caught up in the whirlwind of getting to know each other that it hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“She’s my world, Abigail,” he said. “I don’t want you or her to be unhappy. If you need time to think this over, that’s okay. I just… I need to be upfront about it.”

I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. I could sense that he was preparing himself for rejection.

“I need to think about this,” I said carefully. “Not because I’m unsure about how I feel about you, but because I want to be sure I can give her, and you, what you deserve.”

“That’s all I can ask. Take your time.”

Over the next few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jonathan’s words. I pictured a little girl with Jonathan’s warm eyes and wondered what her life had been like. Would she welcome me, or would she see me as an intruder? Was I ready to take on the role of a stepmom?

When I finally made up my mind, I asked Jonathan to meet me at our favorite coffee shop.

As he sat down, I took a deep breath and said, “Jonathan, I’m in this for the long haul. If Mia is part of the package, then I want to meet her.”

“Thank you, Abigail!” he smiled, feeling absolutely relieved. “That means the world to me!”

“When can I meet her?” I asked.

Jonathan chuckled.

“How about this weekend?” he suggested. “She’s been asking about you ever since I told her I was seeing someone.”

The following Saturday, I was standing outside my boyfriend’s house, holding a small bag of cookies I’d baked the night before.

My heart raced as he opened the door with Mia peeking from behind his leg.

“Abigail, this is Mia,” Jonathan said warmly, stepping aside.

Mia’s bright eyes studied me for a moment before she smiled shyly.

“Hi,” she said, clutching a stuffed bunny to her chest.