Lately, my fiancé Andy was constantly “working late,” and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. One evening, after he ducked into the shower, his phone buzzed—and I checked it. I hated myself for it, but I had to know.
To my shock, I found a group chat called “Andy and Kira”—with my mom, brother, and sister in it. Kira, my best friend, had been secretly seeing Andy for months. And worse? My family had known and helped him hide it.
Screenshots flew. I set them to send automatically during our rehearsal dinner.
That evening, the restaurant was beautiful, everyone all smiles—except me. Andy gave a heartfelt toast. Kira beamed. My blood boiled.
Then 5:30 hit. Phones buzzed. Gasps filled the room.
Faces dropped. Mom looked sick. Andy went pale. Kira panicked.
Andy tried to explain. Kira begged for forgiveness. My mom shouted at my aunt, who screamed back. The room turned into a battlefield.
Kira had the nerve to ask if we could still be friends. I slapped her. Andy called out—I shut him down cold.
“You’re the most pathetic man I’ve ever seen.”
Before I left, I flipped the wedding cake.
“Enjoy your sweet life, lovebirds!”
Outside, my Aunt Teresa hugged me. “You did the right thing,” she said.
I smiled through tears. Andy had paid for the wedding. He wouldn’t get a penny back. And I’d made sure his boss saw those insulting messages he’d sent Kira.
I walked away heartbroken, but free.
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