My 70-Year-Old Father-in-Law Married a 25-Year-Old Tutor—What We Found on Their Wedding Night Left Us Frozen (3 of 3)

My father-in-law locked himself in his room. The sound of that lock clicking shut was colder than the night air.

The bride vanished into the darkness, leaving behind nothing but a torn dress and a house heavy with humiliation. By dawn, she was gone—and so was my father-in-law’s spirit.

Since that night, he’s never worn cologne again. His suits stay hidden in the closet. Now he spends his evenings hunched on the porch, staring at the horizon like a man who aged ten years in a single night.

The wedding that should have crowned his happiness became the one that ended it.