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Planning a wedding is meant to be magical, but mine hit a major snag. It all started when a colleague sent me a photo of my fianc\u00e9, Mark, cozying up with his ex at a spa. My revenge? Brutal, and oh, did I get the last laugh!<\/p>\n
I was in the midst of wedding planning bliss, choosing dresses and venues, when my phone buzzed with a message from Claire, a polite but distant work colleague. Her message read: \u201cHey Cathy, isn\u2019t this your fianc\u00e9? Saw him at the company Christmas party.\u201d<\/p>\n
Attached was a photo of Mark lounging at a fancy spa, looking relaxed. Next to him? His ex, Amanda, in a bikini. I thought he was visiting his mom!<\/p>\n
Fury took over. I didn\u2019t call or text him. I waited. When he returned on Monday, looking all innocent, I was ready.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHey, babe! Missed you. How was your weekend?\u201d he asked, grinning.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, not as relaxing as yours,\u201d I said, keeping my cool.<\/p>\n
He looked puzzled. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out my phone and showed him the photo. His face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, what? I-I can explain. It\u2019s not what it looks like,\u201d he stammered.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally? So while I thought you were visiting your mom, you were actually with Amanda?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Mark panicked. \u201cNo, no, it was a mistake. I\u2019m sorry! I\u2019ll change!\u201d<\/p>\n
I pretended to consider. \u201cOkay, you can prove it. Join me for a hike tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark, a couch potato, reluctantly agreed. The next morning, I took him on a grueling trail. He struggled from the start, panting and begging for breaks. I played the understanding partner, urging him onward.<\/p>\n
\u201cCathy, I think I\u2019m dying,\u201d he gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be dramatic. We\u2019ve barely started,\u201d I said sweetly.<\/p>\n
After eight hours of hiking, he collapsed. I knelt beside him and, with a smile, said, \u201cWE\u2019RE OFFICIALLY OVER!\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s face went from exhaustion to shock. \u201cWait \u2014 WHAAAT?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard me,\u201d I said, grabbing my backpack. \u201cI\u2019m done. Enjoy your new life with Amanda.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCathy, don\u2019t leave me here!\u201d he pleaded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I can,\u201d I said, heading down the trail. I left him stranded with no phone signal, walking back to my car, which I had driven home, leaving him to find his own way down.<\/p>\n
That night, Mark arrived at our apartment, exhausted and stranded. I\u2019d packed his things and left them on the porch with a note:<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for the hike! Enjoy your new single life. Hope Amanda enjoys your sweaty company. P.S. Changed the locks. Don\u2019t bother knocking!\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark had to call Amanda for a ride.<\/p>\n
As for me? I ignored his desperate calls and voicemails. I treated myself to a glass of wine and started planning a solo trip to Europe. Maybe a new adventure was just what I needed.<\/p>\n
Looking back, I might have staged a \u2018bear attack\u2019 or tricked him into running from a fake snake. But for now, I\u2019m focusing on my new life, free of cheating fianc\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
So, what would you have done? Forgive or seek revenge? Share your thoughts!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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