I knew how much my fiancé loved me until he didn’t show up at the altar on our wedding day. A day later, I saw him signing papers in my father’s office without me knowing what it was about.
Brian and I visited our favorite fine-dining restaurant on the night of our sixth anniversary as a couple. He seemed very nervous, and I kept wondering why. “What’s wrong, Brian? Are you alright?” I asked him as he shifted in his seat a couple of times while looking behind me.
He nodded and tried his best to smile. “Yeah, of course, I’m okay,” he assured me. “It’s our anniversary and I couldn’t be happier.”
I smiled at his answer and proceeded to look at the menu. I had memorized the menu from all the times we’d been at the restaurant, but I still looked look over it for old time’s sake. By the time I looked up from the menu, I got the surprise of my life.
Brian was on one knee, and there was a group of musicians behind him, playing soft, romantic music with their violins. “Jane, honey. We’ve been together for six years now, and I’m more than certain that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Brian declared. “Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Of course, yes!” I said, jumping from my seat to give Brian a hug. I looked at the beautiful solitaire ring that Brian slipped on my finger and realized how long it would have taken him to save up for something so big and beautiful.
The following day, I went to visit my parents to let them know that Brian had proposed. My mom was delighted for me and gave me a big hug. However, my dad’s reaction was another story.
“You can’t possibly be happy marrying that man, Jane,” he told me. “What will become of you and your children? Will he even afford to buy you a house? To put your kids through private school?” he started to ask.
“Dad, how could you say that? Brian works hard, and I’m working too. We’ll figure it out together as every married couple does!” I shot back.
“How long did it take him to save up for that ring, anyway? As if that’s supposed to convince me that he can take care of you. If I were you, I’d give that ring back and call the wedding off. It’s not too late, Jane. There are many wealthy bachelors I can introduce you to – men that I can actually entrust my daughter and the future of my business with,” he told me.
I scoffed in disbelief, knowing all my dad ever cared about was money. I shook my head and left the house before I could say anything I’d regret.
Brian and I planned our wedding alone, with subtle help from my mom. Three months of preparation passed, and it was finally time for the big day.
Before the ceremony, Brian couldn’t find his sister and his niece. “Where are they?” he asked his mother. Reluctantly, Brian’s mom revealed that his niece Maxine had to be taken to the hospital for an emergency operation on her heart problem.
“Your sister’s been trying to find people she can borrow money from,” his mom told him. “The hospital won’t start on the operation unless they give a downpayment, but Maxine just doesn’t have that much time left. They need to start the operation as soon as they can.”
Without a second thought, Brian decided to approach my dad to ask for help. “Sir, I know this is going to sound bad, but I was wondering if you could lend me money for my niece’s operation. I had just spent most of what’s in my account on the wedding,” Brian admitted.
I decided to have a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop when I suddenly saw Brian looking around the area before entering my dad’s office building.
“I promise, I will pay you back in a month. I just need to get through the month before I get my paycheck,” he asked.
My father shook his head. “I knew you were up to no good,” he scoffed. “But yes, I will help you, on one condition,” he told Brian.
“What is it, sir? I’ll do anything,” Brian said without hesitation.
“You don’t need to pay me back for the money, but you need to disappear from Jane’s life. Run away, and never come back,” he declared.
Brian’s heart twitched upon hearing about my father’s condition. However, he remembered what his mom said about Maxine not having much time left, so he reluctantly agreed. It was his only chance to save his niece’s life.
A couple of minutes later, I was at the altar, weeping. Brian didn’t show up to the wedding, and everyone was trying to console me. “What happened? We were okay yesterday,” I cried. “Where did he go?” I kept asking, after hearing from guests that Brian was at the church earlier that morning.
The following day, my dad asked to meet me at his office. I was supposed to meet him in an hour and a half, but I arrived early.
I decided to have a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop when I suddenly saw Brian looking around the area before entering my dad’s office building. “What is he doing here?” I asked myself before deciding to follow him.
By the time I got the bill at the coffee shop, Brian had already entered the elevator. I had a feeling that he was on the way to my dad’s office, so I hurried up the next elevator to see what it was all about.
When I arrived, I saw Brian, my dad, and my dad’s lawyer in the same room. Because the glass windows were soundproof, I could not hear what they were talking about. Instead, I watched my dad’s lawyer hand Brian some papers, which he signed before shaking hands with the other men in the room.
I couldn’t stop myself from barging in at that point. “What is this?! What are those papers and why are you here?!” I yelled.
My dad had a smug look on his face as if telling me he knew this would happen all along. “Your groom here just agreed not to see you ever again in exchange for money,” he told me.
I looked at Brian with the most painful look of betrayal. “Is that true?” I said, trying not to choke from the tightening in my throat that came after hearing what my dad had said.
“I’m sorry, Jane. It’s Maxine. She’s dying, and she needs an expensive operation to save her life,” Brian cried. “Yesterday, I asked your dad for help, and he said he’d help me if I didn’t attend the wedding. I’m sorry, Jane. I can’t bear losing my niece,” he sobbed.
“He just signed the agreement that he would never show up in your life ever again. If you hadn’t shown up, the papers stated that he would not be allowed to tell you the truth, either. But now that you’re here, I guess it’s better for you to know that he replaced your relationship for money,” my dad said, slamming the papers on the table.
“How could you do this to me?!” I yelled at my dad. “My life is not some toy you can just play with! You ruined my relationship, and you ruined what was supposed to be the best day of my life!” I cried.
“What kind of father are you?! I never want to see you again,” I said before leaving his office.
I could feel my knees grow weak, and before I could even reach the elevator, I collapsed on the floor, crying. “Why?” I cried to nobody in particular. It was then that I felt Brian’s arms wrap around me.
“I’m sorry, Jane,” he cried. “I love you with all my heart, but I also couldn’t allow Maxine to die. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
“You are the kindest, most selfless man I know,” I told Brian. “I know you only meant well. But I hope you had told me instead of going to my dad. That way, we still could have continued our wedding, and we could have helped Maxine together.”
Brian nodded and sighed upon realizing his mistake. “I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t at the church yet, and your dad was the first one I saw when I heard the news. I’m sorry, Jane,” he apologized to me.
“I understand if you never want to see me again, but I wish you could give me a chance to prove to you how much I love you. I really do, Jane,” he tried to assure me.
“I know you do, Brian, and I love you just as much,” I replied.
That day, we decided to talk about our lives and what we could do moving forward. We visited Maxine at the hospital and paid for the surgery after getting refunds from our wedding suppliers. Maxine successfully underwent surgery, and she once again became the lively, loving girl we all once knew.
Three months passed, and Brian and I decided to start a new life together. We moved to a different city to start fresh, and I decided to cut my dad out of my life for good.
“I hope you understand why I had to do this, mom,” I said when I told my mom my decision of keeping away from dad. “It’s for my own good. He was too toxic for me, and I just couldn’t take it.”
It pained my mom to hear this, but she completely understood where I was coming from. “I will always be here for you, dear,” she assured me. “Please visit me, and always keep in touch. I can’t bear not seeing you for a long time.”
With my mom’s blessing, Brian and I got married in a simple celebration. Only my mom, his parents, a few of our close friends, and his sister and niece were in attendance.
Before leaving town, Brian and I mailed the check my dad had issued back to him. Since then, I never heard from him again. After quitting my job at the family company, he blocked my credit cards and any chance of receiving an inheritance.
With the money I had saved up for years and with Brian’s, too, we were able to buy a small house in the suburbs. I got a job at another company, and together, we worked hard to raise our three children in a loving environment.
What can we learn from this story?
Never let money get in the way of your relationship. Jane’s dad thought getting Brian away from her would be as simple as giving her money. However, when Jane found out the truth about what her dad did, she was angrier with him than with Brian, as she knew Brian was in a difficult situation that left him with no choice but to agree to her dad’s wishes.
Always be honest with your spouse and work through life’s challenges together. When Jane found out the truth, all she wanted was for Brian to have told her the truth, to begin with. That way, they could have avoided what happened at the wedding and continued on. Ultimately, they were able to work through their issues and work together to save Maxine and start a new life together without her dad in the picture.
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I Accidentally Discovered My Husband’s Cheating through an IG Post — My Public Yet Dignified Revenge Shook His World
During her seemingly joyous baby shower, Lora exposes her husband’s infidelity through a slideshow that shocks not only him and his mistress but also family and friends gathered under the guise of celebration. Follow along with this dramatic unmasking that not only shatters the facade of a happy family but also sets the stage for a decisive and meticulously planned fallout.
As I watched the soft morning light filter through the curtains, I cradled our six-week-old daughter, Lily, in my arms.
It was just another quiet morning, except it wasn’t. Tom was packing his suitcase again for the first time since Lily was born.
Before, his frequent travels were just a part of our routine—I’d kiss him goodbye and count the days until his return. But this time, everything felt different.
“Are you sure you have everything?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as Tom moved around our bedroom, gathering his belongings.
“Almost ready, Lora. I just need to grab a few more things,” Tom replied, his voice calm and reassuring. He glanced at Lily, sleeping peacefully against my chest. “I know this is hard. It’s just a week.”
A week. Seven days might not seem long, but to a new mom still figuring out how to juggle sleepless nights and endless diapers, it felt like an eternity.
“I just… I’ve never been alone with her, not really. What if I do something wrong?” My voice cracked slightly with the weight of my unspoken fears.
Tom stopped and sat next to us on the bed. He took my hand in his, squeezing gently. “Lora, you’re doing amazing. Honestly, you’re a natural at this. And hey, I’m just a phone call away, okay?”
I nodded, attempting a brave smile. “I know. It’s just—all those nights we talked about teamwork and now, suddenly, I have to do this solo.”
“We are still a team,” he reassured me, brushing a kiss on Lily’s forehead. “No matter where I am, we’re in this together.”
As he zipped up his suitcase, the reality of the impending solitude pressed down on me. I wasn’t just scared; I was terrified of being alone, not for my sake, but for Lily’s. What if she needed more than I could give?
Tom pulled us into a hug, his suitcase standing at the door like an unspoken barrier. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “We’ll get through this. We always do.”
And with that, he was gone. I watched his car disappear around the corner and closed the front door gently behind me.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of feedings, diaper changes, and tender moments trying to soothe Lily’s fussing. By the time her cries finally gave way to sleep, the sun had set, leaving a calm evening to unfold.
I walked to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of hot chocolate, and sat on the balcony of our bedroom to unwind. It was my moment of respite, a brief pause in the constant demands of new motherhood.
I picked up my phone and opened Instagram, eager to immerse myself in something other than chores and diapers—a much-needed escape into the virtual world.
I scrolled through the vibrant pictures, catching glimpses of lives uninterrupted by the relentless needs of a newborn. Deep down, I felt a pang of longing—for the days when spontaneity was a given, not a luxury.
That’s when I stumbled upon our local celebrity, Anna Wren’s page, and without a second thought, I began browsing through her latest posts, unaware of the shock that was about to hit me.
She was celebrating at a new high-end restaurant downtown, her smile as radiant as the flash on the camera. The caption boasted about a night out with friends, a reminder of the world outside my baby-centric universe.
I zoomed in on the photo to admire the restaurant’s chic decor—a blend of modern and vintage that gave it a cozy yet elegant vibe. That’s when I saw them. In the softly blurred background, unmistakable even from a distance, was Tom.
He was sitting across from a woman, engaged in what looked like an animated conversation. I squinted, my heart pounding as recognition dawned.
It was Eliza, his university friend—the one who had never hidden her disdain for me. The one he had assured me was just a friend, someone I shouldn’t worry about.
The hot chocolate turned cold in my hands as I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Why hadn’t he told me about meeting her?
He was supposed to be on a business trip, confined to meetings and solo dinners, not cozy catch-ups with old friends who clearly didn’t think much of his wife.
Feeling a mix of anger and betrayal, I took a screenshot of the image. My next steps were unclear, but I knew I needed to confront him. This wasn’t just about his whereabouts; it was about trust, about the reality of our partnership now tested by distance and silence.
My mind was a tangled mess of emotions as I replayed the scene from Anna’s Instagram over and over. Tom, my husband, the father of our daughter, was on more than just a business trip. He was out there betraying our family.
But I wasn’t going to let my shock cloud my judgment. I needed to be strategic, meticulous.
First, I confirmed the hotel where Tom was staying by matching it with Anna’s tags about her influencer event. I had to be sure, absolutely sure.
So, I called my friend Mia, who had never met Tom. I asked her to do something that felt straight out of a spy movie—go to the hotel and take photos discreetly.
The pictures she sent back left no room for doubt: there was Tom and Eliza, unmistakably close, holding hands, kissing—a bitter confirmation of my worst fears.
The urge to confront him was overwhelming, yet I chose to wait. I planned every move with precision, as if setting up dominoes.
Quietly, I began funneling money into a separate account, knowing I might need every penny for what was coming. I met with a divorce attorney to understand my rights and the implications, especially concerning our newborn daughter, Lily.
His next business trip was my opportunity. I sent a bouquet of flowers to Tom’s hotel room with a note, carefully imitating Eliza’s handwriting, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, I can’t wait for many more.”
It was subtle but sharp, a dagger cloaked in velvet. The flowers were timed to arrive when Eliza was likely with him, planting seeds of doubt and paranoia.
When Tom returned, I kept my composure as if nothing had changed. Yet, under the calm surface, I was orchestrating the final act of my plan.
I suggested a belated baby shower, a seemingly innocent celebration with our close friends and family. I insisted we invite Eliza, claiming it would be nice to finally connect with his friends from Uni.
Tom, surprised by my suggestion, hesitantly agreed.
The day of the shower, our home filled with laughter and light chatter, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. As guests cooed over Lily and exchanged pleasantries, I prepared the last piece of my revenge.
Midway through the event, I started a slideshow—cute photos of Lily, her milestones, and us as a new family. I even threw some in there with Tom’s extended family members.
Then, as the room hummed with warmth, the images shifted. There on the screen was the Instagram photo of Tom and Eliza in the background, unnoticed until now. The room fell silent. The next photos were Mia’s—clear shots of Tom and Eliza’s intimate moments.
The reaction was immediate and visceral. Whispers erupted around the room; Tom’s face drained of color, turning him ghostly pale. Eliza, caught in the glaring truth, stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she rushed out, humiliated.
The aftermath was chaotic. The room was still buzzing with the murmurs of our stunned friends and family as Tom turned to me, desperation etching his features. “Lora, please, let me explain. It’s not what it looks like,” he pleaded, his voice cracking under the strain.
I looked at him, my expression steady and resolute. “Save it, Tom. There’s nothing you could say to change what I saw. What we all saw.”
“But Lora—”
“No,” I cut him off firmly. The decision was made. “I’ve heard enough, Tom. Your actions spoke louder than your words ever could.”
I turned away from him, addressing the room briefly. “Thank you all for coming today. I think it’s best if we end the gathering now.”
As the guests slowly filed out, the whispers of disappointment and sympathy followed them out the door. Once everyone had left, I dialed my attorney, the evidence of Tom’s betrayal clear and undeniable. “I want to proceed with filing for divorce,” I informed her, my voice steady, backed by a painful certainty.
“Understood,” my attorney replied. “I’ll prepare the necessary paperwork. We have everything we need.”
Days later, the fallout continued. Tom’s parents, having learned of the incident, invited him over. I wasn’t there, but I heard about it from Tom later, his voice hollow. “We can’t believe you would do something like this,” his mother had said, disappointment heavy in her tone.
“We’re removing you from our will. You need to think about the consequences of your actions, especially how they affect your daughter.”
Tom recounted the meeting to me over the phone, a note of disbelief in his voice. “They’re serious, Lora. I’ve lost everything.”
“Yes, Tom,” I replied, my tone devoid of warmth. “You have.”
Whatever came next, I knew we would face it together, just me and my Lily, and that was enough.
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