“This wedding can wait,” he said firmly.
A murmur spread across the estate.
“Today I’m not just marrying the woman I love,” he continued.
“I accept her past. All of it. And if this boy is your son… then he’s my son too.”
Soft sobs echoed across the garden.
But he wasn’t finished.
“There’s something else,” he said.
He turned toward the staff.
“Get the car ready. We’re going to the hospital.”
The bride looked at him, confused.
“I did some digging when I heard about a homeless man who found a baby years ago,” he admitted.
“Walter Hayes… is my biological father.”
Gasps erupted.
“We lost contact years ago. I didn’t know he was living on the streets.”
He looked at Mateo, voice breaking.
“That man saved you. Before either of us could.”
For the first time, Mateo cried freely.
“So… I have a family?” he asked.
The groom knelt in front of him, smiling through tears.
“No,” he said gently.
“You have two.”
The wedding party—bride, groom, guests in formalwear—arrived at the hospital together.
In a quiet room, Walter lay pale but conscious.
He blinked in disbelief as Mateo entered… followed by the bride and groom.
Mateo rushed to his side.
“You were right,” he whispered through tears.
“My heart found them.”