Forced to Marry a Dog I Said No — His Family Went Crazy

On the day of the wedding, it was almost noon, yet my fiancé still hadn’t come to pick me up.

Dressed in my wedding gown, I waited at the door, finally spotting the limousine.

But stepping out of the car was not my groom—it was a dog in a tuxedo.

Holding the leash was my fiancé’s first love, Lily Harper.

She smiled and said, “I used Tarot cards to predict for Eric Collins, and they showed that the wedding ceremony would bring him misfortune. So Eric decided to let this dog take his place in the ceremony.”

Tears streamed down my face as I questioned my fiancé, but Eric only said, “This dog has been with me since childhood. He’s like a brother to me.”

“It’s only standing in for me at the wedding, not in the bedroom.”

I called my future mother-in-law, but Margaret Collins thought I was being unreasonable.

Impatiently, she said, “If you truly love Eric, you shouldn’t let him take such risks.”

“Lily’s reading showed bad luck—you’d better believe it might be true.”

Heartbroken, I turned instead to Daniel Walker, who had pursued me for ten years.

When Eric’s family heard the news, they nearly went mad.

On the wedding day, as noon approached, Eric still hadn’t appeared.

The scheduled time had long passed, and no one had come to fetch the bride.

The photographers and stylists looked at each other, faces full of pity as they glanced at me.

I even overheard whispers: “Could the groom have run away?”

Embarrassed, I walked to the door, scanning the distance, but still saw no limousine.

I called Eric.

A woman answered instead: “Sophia, are you getting anxious? Sorry, we’ll be right there.”

My brows furrowed. “Who are you? Where’s Eric? Let me talk to him.”

She ignored my question and cheerfully said, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Eric arrives safe and sound.”

Then she hung up.

I tried again—no answer. One more time—the phone was off.

I stood at the doorway, restless and uneasy.

Just then, the limousine finally arrived.

Excited and relieved, I lifted my gown and hurried forward in high heels.

But when the car door opened, a half-human-sized German shepherd leapt out.

Startled, I screamed and stumbled backward, tearing my dress as I fell.

Then I heard laughter.

Lily jumped down from the car, tugging at the dog’s leash.

“Sorry, Sophia, I forgot to hold onto the leash just now.”

The dog bared its teeth at me, barking fiercely, and I didn’t even dare look it in the eyes.

A moment later, Eric got out of the car.

To my shock, he wasn’t even wearing a tuxedo—just casual clothes.

I grabbed his arm. “Eric, hurry and change.”

But Eric said, “Get in the car first. There’s no time. Once we’re at the venue, just explain that we were delayed by traffic.”

I climbed in, only to realize Eric didn’t follow.

Turning back, I saw Lily pushing the dog into the seat beside me.

The beast nearly pounced on me. Terrified, I screamed and bolted from the car.

Eric’s temper flared—not at Lily, but at me.

He pointed at me and snapped, “Sophia Bennett! What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to get in the car?”

I shot back, “This is our wedding limousine! Besides the driver, it should only be the bride and groom inside. Why bring a dog?”

Lily smiled sweetly. “Sophia, today he is your groom. The two of you should ride together.”