One week before my dream wedding, everything changed. I was ready to marry Sean — charming, successful, and the love of my life. We met at a corporate event two years ago and clicked instantly.
At my bachelorette party, my friends hired a fortune teller as a joke. But when she insisted on speaking to me alone, things took a strange turn. She warned me not to marry Sean without first visiting his country house — a place I’d never heard of.
Unable to shake the feeling, I asked Sean’s mom, Jean, about it. She confirmed the house existed and offered to take me there. But when we arrived, it was far from abandoned. Toys in the yard. A freshly painted door. And inside? A pregnant woman with three children — all calling Sean “Dad.”
The woman, Rebecca, said she’d been engaged to Sean for two years. He had told her his mother was dead. She had no idea about me — just as I hadn’t known about her.
Heartbroken and furious, Jean and I confronted Sean. His excuses unraveled fast: he’d been leading two lives, lying to both of us, and trying to keep it all under wraps.
I ended the engagement and promised Rebecca I’d help her hold him accountable. Together, with Jean’s support, we ensured Sean would provide for his children through legal action.
In the end, he lost everything — including his company and our trust. But out of the wreckage, a new bond formed between two women who deserved better. And that, to me, was the sweetest revenge: turning his lies into something real and unbreakable.
Leave a Reply