I’ve always wanted to attend a wedding where one of them said no, never thought it’d be mine.
Whenever I hear about these types of situations I always wonder why wait to the day of the wedding? The answer came to me in different ways. Sometimes the information about their future cheating spouse arrives on the day of their wedding, while they’re getting ready in there dressing room. Sometimes they catch them in a compromising position a night before the big day.
Some other times they find out a week before but convince themselves to go along with it for their own sake or the sake of the family. They decide to forgive and try to forget, and it’s all goes well until the morning of the wedding. Then the reality kicks in and they start to question if that is truly the person they want to spend their lives with.
It does always come in the morning though. For some it happens when they walk down the aisle. They start to watch their life flash before their eyes. What they have been through and what they are going to go through for forever.
Then there are the ones that find out much earlier, when they have enough time to call it off. But yet they wait. Some do it out of spite, with malicious intent to embarrass and humiliate the person. Others convince themselves that the situation is not that big a deal and that by the wedding day they would have gotten over it.
They fear the humiliation of being the one who had their wedding cancelled. They fear the stigma, the gossip, the stares, the conversation, the everything.
The cowards that are too weak to walk away at any point end up going through with it and regretting it for the rest of their lives. The delusional ones convinced themselves that the person will change, tragically pathetic. I do have pity on those that have no choice in the matter. Those that are forced into it regardless of the circumstances or consequences. It’s unfortunate that they have to pay for the crimes that they didn’t commit.
So many circumstances and situations.
Mine isn’t any different, so let’s dive in.
About two months ago I came across a lady. I had traveled for conference in which she as well was attending. During the networking portion of the event a colleague introduced us. She was a lovely woman, and we had a long conversation that led to us exchanging business cards. We weren’t really in the same line of business, so I didn’t require her services until a friend asked if I knew anyone in her line of work.
I handed over the card and moved on, not knowing that was the beginning of the end. Two days later my friend requested that we urgently needed to meet, so we did that very evening. Right there on her living room couch my world crumbled before me.
Who was I about to marry? Apparently, I was about to marry a married man and father of two. The lady I met at the conference with his lawfully wedded wife who he’d been married to for five years. She was all but happy to show her family pictures to my friend during their meeting, and then her lovely husband (my fiancé) came to pick her up.
You might be wondering about that incident, and I’d like to let you know that he doesn’t know my friend but she definitely knew him. She doesn’t live in the same city as us so he never got a chance to meet her. She came into town recently to help me with the wedding.
We went full FBI mode then and there and found nothing but evidence. Wedding pictures, birthdays, gender reveal, baby showers, anniversaries, the whole shebang! The only difference between the man in those pictures and man I knew was that the name he gave me as his first name was actually his middle name. Everything else checks out.
All the business trips or at least most of them were to meet his actual family. About a week later while I was still contemplating the best way to tackle this, I got another bombshell. He was planning to use me for money to take care of himself.
The plan was to propose a business idea to me and his wife, obviously at different occasions. Get us to invest in it and then he’ll leave us both the start a new life elsewhere.
How did I find out?
My friend did some digging and turns out she knew someone that does business with him. He was all but happy to tell her of this new con his friend was running and asking if she’d like to join in.
The kicker? We wouldn’t be his first victim’s. He’s made a business of it, while actually running a legitimate business with the money. I was impressed to say the least. He’s a bastard but a smart one anyways.
So I spent the last couple of weeks thinking and contemplating what I wanted to do and how I’d like to go about it. And I came up with this devilishly delicious plan which is why I’m all dolled up for my wedding, about walk down the aisle and ruin this man’s life.
It’s Showtime!
No one here is aware of my plan besides my friend who helped me find out.
The bridal march song comes on and I’m escorted down the aisle by my father to what is supposed to be my forever. I developed myself, waited patiently, and carefully weeded out the trash of men coming into my life only to end up with a full on garbage truck. It is what it is I guess. But I’ll be getting my last laugh.
I’m the picture-perfect bride smiling ear to ear. If only they’d look close enough to see it’s not a smile of happiness but one of vengeance.
‘Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?’
I look at the officiants and back at the groom, the smile falling off my face as I give him a menacing glare and say ‘NO’. Gasps fill the audience as he looks at me stunned. Before he can gather himself to ask what’s wrong the doors burst open and the police surrounds us.
He’s arrested right there at the altar. The bewildered look on his face is enough to bring a smile to my face. As he’s whisked away, I burst out laughing. He looks at me in shock not understanding what is happening as he’s dragged off and my laughter intensifies.
This charade is over and now I’m left to deal with the aftermath and I couldn’t be happier.
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