I hired an actor to be my “groom” at a fake wedding, all to get revenge on my cheating ex. But as we stood at the altar, exchanging fake vows and a not-so-fake kiss, I never could have predicted how this elaborate charade would completely upend my life.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to stage a fake wedding for revenge. But there I was, staring at my phone, scrolling through photos of Charlie and Samantha’s latest date night. My stomach churned.
“Screw this,” I muttered, tossing my phone aside. That’s when the idea hit me. If Charlie wanted to flaunt his new relationship, I’d show him I could do one better.
I called my cousin Tess. “Hey, you still friends with that actor guy?”
“Ryan? Yeah, why?”
“I need a favor. A big one.”
Two days later, I was sitting across from Ryan in a coffee shop, outlining my ridiculous plan.
“So let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé at a fake wedding?”
I nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous. “I know it sounds crazy, but —”
“I’m in,” Ryan interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Sounds like fun.”
Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into wedding planning. Dress shopping, venue booking, inviting friends who were in on the plan — it was exhausting but exhilarating.
“You sure about this, Nat?” my friend Kira asked as we picked out flowers.
“Absolutely,” I lied, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.
I nodded, and our lips met. It was just acting, I told myself, ignoring the unexpected flutter in my chest.
After the ceremony, we posed for countless photos. Ryan’s arm around my waist felt oddly comforting.
“You’re a natural,” I murmured as we smiled for another shot.
“What can I say? I’m a method actor,” he winked.
That night, I posted a flurry of wedding photos on social media. “Found my true love,” I captioned one. “New beginnings,” on another.
“Are you sure about this?” Kira asked when I told her. “It’s not just part of the act?”
“It’s real,” I assured her. “Unexpected, but real.”
Things were going great until Charlie found out. He started spreading rumors that our relationship was a sham, that I was paying Ryan to be with me.
When Ryan heard, he was upset. “I thought we were past all this,” he said, his voice tight.
“We are!” I insisted. “Charlie’s just being a jerk.”
I smiled, watching Ryan chat animatedly with the photographer. “Sometimes the craziest plans lead to the best outcomes,” I mused.
As I reflect on everything that’s happened, I can’t help but marvel at the journey. What started as a misguided attempt at revenge led me to true love and personal growth I never expected.
Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. And while I wouldn’t recommend staging a fake wedding as a path to happiness, I can’t regret the choices that led me here — to Ryan, to love, and to a future brighter than I ever imagined.
Baby who weighed 16 pounds in 1983 is now an adult and still known for his huge size
When twenty-four-year-old Patricia Clarke found out she was carrying her second child, in 1983, an amazing adventure started. Her family was notorious for producing enormous babies, so she had a sneaking suspicion that her child would be a little larger than average. However, she had no idea how large her child would end up being.
Kevin Robert Clark is the baby boy Patricia gave birth to. At birth, he was unusually large—more than sixteen pounds! This makes him possibly the largest infant in New Jersey as well as the largest baby ever born at Community Memorial Hospital. Kevin was thankfully healthy even though he was too big for a typical crib and newborn clothes.
People were initially drawn to Kevin because of his size. He even made appearances on TV programs like “Saturday Night Live” and “Good Morning America,” and he was widely discussed across the nation.
But Kevin’s development didn’t end there. He continued to develop, reaching a height of 5 feet 7 inches by the time he was 12 years old. He stood six feet five inches tall in junior high. Kevin found comedy in the fact that others were now enquiring about his height. “I like to joke that I’m 5-foot-21,” he said. I inquire about miniature golf when someone asks if I play basketball.
Kevin is 39 years old and has a height of 6 feet 9 inches. He was in the military before and resides with his 6-foot-6 wife and Great Dane. He claims to have accepted his unusual size and grown accustomed to being larger than nearly everyone else.
Kevin’s life has been an adventure in navigating attention and people’s curiosity, but he appears to be doing well. He’s a fantastic example of living a confident life and accepting what makes you unique. We are very inspired by Kevin’s tale and hope that all of his future pursuits turn out well!
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