My husband and I were together for seven years. I thought we were happy until I realized something had changed. Late calls, hiding the phone, a mysterious smile. But what hurt me the most? The person he cheated on was my best friend.
When I found out, I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg him to stay. Instead, I devised the perfect revenge.
A few months later, the two were planning a wedding. Yes, you read that right, cheating on me wasn’t enough for him; he wanted to marry her. And me? I was on the guest list.
I arrived in the sexiest dress I could find: red, tight, with a high slit. Everyone was looking at me, especially the groom. I saw his throat tighten when he saw me.
And just as they were about to say “yes”, I raised my hand and said: “Excuse me, but I have something to share with all of you”.
They looked at me in shock. The groom turned pale, and the bride, my former “best friend”, stared at me as if I were a ghost.
I took the USB stick out of my purse and handed it to the registrar. A video began playing on the screen behind them. Recording? Messages and videos of my ex-husband cheating on his new bride… with another woman.
In seconds, chaos reigned in the church. She screamed, he tried to rip the USB drive from me, but it was too late. I took a glass of champagne, raised a toast, and said, “Good luck!”