Planning a wedding was supposed to be magical—until my colleague sent a photo of my fiancé, Mark, cozying up with his ex, Amanda, at a spa. My revenge? Just as brutal as his betrayal.
I was excited about my wedding, everything planned—until that fateful Saturday. While half-watching reality TV, I received a message from Claire, a polite colleague. She sent a photo: Mark, relaxed at a spa, and next to him, Amanda in a bikini. I’d thought he was visiting his mom. Rage consumed me, but I kept my cool, plotting my next move.
When Mark returned, he was all smiles, asking about my weekend. “Not as relaxing as yours, I bet,” I replied, casually showing him the damning photo. His face fell as he stumbled for excuses, insisting it was just a coincidence. I played the understanding partner and suggested he prove himself—by hiking with me the next day.
A couple lying on the sun lounger beside the pool | Source: Midjourney
Mark, a couch potato, agreed, thinking he could charm his way out of this. I took him to a grueling trail. After two hours, he was gasping for breath, begging for breaks. I smiled sweetly, enjoying his misery. When we finally reached the top after eight exhausting hours, I revealed my real plan: “We’re officially over, baby!”
His shocked expression was priceless. I left him panting on the mountain while I jogged down, leaving him with no car keys. By the time he stumbled home, I had packed his things outside with a note: “Thanks for the hike! Enjoy your new single life.”
Apparently, he had to call Amanda for a ride. I ignored his desperate messages and focused on myself, planning a solo trip to Europe instead.
In the end, one photo turned my life upside down, but I dodged a bullet. No more cheating fiancés for me! What would you have done in my shoes?
