While standing in the church with the man she loved the most, a young woman looked at the priest when he asked if anyone had a problem with the marriage. Suddenly, an elderly man barged into the church, telling the priest he was against the wedding.
“You’re gorgeous!” Myron told Hilary minutes after meeting her at a party for the first time.
Hilary felt butterflies in her tummy when she saw him look at her from head to toe. It had been ages since a man last complimented her, and she couldn’t recall what it felt like when a man held her hand while looking into her eyes. Her last relationship was nothing short of miserable because of her ex’s anger issues.
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However, meeting Myron at her friend’s party gave her a ray of hope. It made her feel she could try her luck again and date this man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the room.
Myron stayed by her side the entire evening, cracking jokes while telling her everything about him. He wanted to impress her during their first meeting because he thought she was the perfect girl for him.
The following day, Myron and Hilary met in a park, discussing their interests, goals, and life problems while walking together. Their discussion only made them grow closer, compelling Myron to ask her for a date the next day.
“Hilary, I think you are the girl I have been looking for all this time,” Myron said. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“What?” Hilary’s hands went to her face, covering everything except her glistening eyes and forehead. She couldn’t believe the man she had met two days ago wanted to start a relationship with her.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Myron repeated his question, looking into Hilary’s eyes.
“Yes!” she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Myron.”
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Hilary was delighted to start a relationship with him because her last relationship had left her heartbroken. She believed Myron’s love would help her heal, unaware he was keeping secrets from her.
However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds.
Soon, Hilary introduced him to her parents, and he took no time to win their hearts. He told them he had lost his parents at a young age and missed them a lot.
“Don’t worry,” Hilary’s mother said. “We are your parents now, okay? You can share everything with us. We’re always here to support you!”
Hilary felt relieved when her parents accepted her boyfriend. Their approval made her believe she had made the right choice by dating him and thought she was ready to spend the rest of her life with him.
The couple dated for five months before Myron made his next move. He took Hilary to an expensive restaurant on a date and knelt while everyone looked at him.
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“Hilary, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to share all my happiness and sorrows with you,” Myron said. “Will you marry me?”
While others in the restaurant gasped, Hilary couldn’t believe Myron had proposed to her in front of so many people. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw him on his knees, looking straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Yes!” Hilary said as she held his hands and pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him while tears trickled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe the man she loved the most wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
Since Hilary was head over heels in love with Myron, she didn’t feel that everything was happening too quickly. A man she had only known for five months suddenly wanted to be her life partner, but she couldn’t sense that the timing of his proposal was too odd.
However, when Hilary told her parents about it, a grain of doubt crept into their minds. They thought it was strange of Myron to propose to her too soon, but their suspicions vanished when they talked to him and saw how much he admired their daughter. Soon, the couple began preparing for their wedding, unaware that fate wouldn’t allow them to tie the knot.
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During the preparations, Hilary noticed many things about her soon-to-be husband that she had never seen before. During one of the discussions, she noticed Myron was interested in the material side of things.
“I’m so excited about all the stuff people will bring us!” he said, his eyes sparkling with greed.
“There’s going to be a lot of expensive gifts. I can’t wait!”
Although Hilary did not say anything to him then, she thought it was strange of him to think about the gifts. She wanted him to talk about their relationship, future, and how they would support each other after marriage, but it seemed like Myron was interested in other things.
“I guess he’s just acting immature,” Hilary thought, unaware of Myron’s plans.
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A few days before the wedding, Myron came to Hilary’s house and told her something she wasn’t expecting. “I think we should have a prenuptial agreement. What do you suggest?”
“Yes, I think that’s a smart decision,” Hilary said after a moment’s thought. “We should be prepared for the worst.”
“Exactly!” Myron exclaimed. “I think we should add a clause that states that if you initiate a divorce, you would have to pay up a fortune!” he chuckled coldly.
She thought it was strange of him to bring up a prenup, and she couldn’t be entirely sure if he was joking about it.
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Later that day, Hilary called her lawyer and asked about the clause. She thought Myron was acting selfish, but the lawyer assured her this clause was quite common.
“Don’t worry, Hilary,” the lawyer said. “The same rule would apply to Myron if he initiates divorce.”
“He would pay me the same amount?” Hilary asked.
“Yes,” the lawyer replied.
“You don’t have to worry about anything. Most people add this clause to their prenup agreement.”
Hilary felt relieved after talking to her lawyer and felt terrible for thinking Myron was greedy. She called him and said she was ready to sign the prenuptial agreement. However, another strange incident made her doubt his intentions.
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A few days later, Hilary was cleaning Myron’s cupboards when she stumbled upon a divorce certificate with Myron’s name. “What is this, Myron?” Hilary immediately confronted him. “You never told me you were married!”
“Hey, calm down!” he replied. “It’s not what you think. Trust me.”
“How much more are you hiding from me, Myron? We are getting married in a few days!” Hilary yelled.
“Listen to me,” he held her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. “This marriage was a mistake. I was young and impulsive when I married this woman. It’s in the past now and means nothing to me!”
“Why should I believe you?” Hilary rolled her eyes and looked away.
“I swear this marriage means nothing to me,” Myron said. “All I want to do is forget about it, and that’s the only reason I never told you about it. Trust me, honey.”
“I’m marrying you in a few days, and I have no idea who you are!” Hilary started crying. “I’m starting to doubt my decision now.”
“Come on,” Myron hugged her. “You know how much I love you. Why would I ever lie to you, my love? Stop crying, please.”
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Once again, Myron cleared Hilary’s doubts through his magical words. He convinced her he wasn’t keeping any secrets, but the truth was otherwise.
“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle.
A day before the wedding, Myron was talking to someone on the phone at Hilary’s place.
“If you mess it up, I won’t be able to vouch for myself!” he whispered, unaware that Hilary overheard him.
Once he hung up, she asked him who he was talking to. “What you said sounded so suspicious!” she said. “What’s going on, Myron?”
“That was my ex-girlfriend,” Myron rolled her eyes. “She was threatening to show up at the wedding.”
“Really?” Hilary asked.
“Yes,” Myron said confidently. “She has lost her mind or something.”
Yet again, Myron had managed to deceive her, though Hilary’s heart grew restless with each pang of doubt and suspicion. Little did he know she would learn about his true intentions sooner than he expected.
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Hilary woke up early on her wedding day and started getting ready. She was excited to marry the man of her dreams but had no idea what awaited her inside the church. She couldn’t wait to see what her groom looked like.
Once she was ready, she went to the church with her family and was delighted to see how well everyone had dressed up for her big day. All her friends and family were waiting for her to walk down the aisle and stand beside Myron.
She walked down the aisle holding her father’s hand while everyone looked at her. Once she reached the altar, the priest began reading the wedding vows. Then, he asked the guests if anyone was against the marriage.
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“I am against this marriage!” an unknown man shouted while walking down the aisle. “I can’t allow Myron to marry this innocent girl.”
Suddenly, the guests started whispering amongst themselves while Hilary gasped in shock. She looked at Myron, who was staring at the man angrily.
“I warned you, Myron, didn’t I?” the man grumbled. “You refused to listen to me, so now you must bear the consequences.”
Suddenly, a team of police officers barged into the church while Myron tried to escape. However, he couldn’t get away because the police had surrounded the church from all sides. They arrested and dragged him outside while Hilary kept asking Myron what was happening.
“Where are they taking him?” she cried. “What have you done, Myron? Why don’t you stop them?”
Hilary collapsed on the ground and cried hysterically.
Why did he do this to me? Why did he play with my feelings? Hilary thought she would faint from the pain of what was unfolding.
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Then, the man who had canceled her wedding walked toward her. “I’m so sorry for what you are feeling right now,” he said. “The police arrested Myron because he was accused of repeated fraud.”
“What?” Hilary gasped. “But how do you know that?”
“I’m Myron’s estranged father,” the man said. “You can call me Mr. Brown.”
“But he said his parents had passed away,” Hilary was shocked.
“I know he keeps lying to girls,” Mr. Brown said. “He cut ties with me when I discovered he was a professional gigolo and was looting girls by marrying them for money.”
“What?” Hilary couldn’t believe her ears.
“I tried my best to stop him, but he never listened,” Mr. Brown said. “I had given up on him until the police knocked on my door one day asking me if my son lives here.”
“Myron had given my address everywhere because he knew the police would come after him,” Mr. Brown continued. “I got so sick of this but knew he wouldn’t stop. His mother cheated on me the same way.”
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It turned out that Mr. Brown had contacted Myron to warn him when he learned about Hilary. The father wanted his son not to play with Hilary’s feelings, but Myron refused to listen.
“It was you who called him yesterday?” Hilary asked. “He lied to me that it was his ex-girlfriend.”
“It was me,” Mr. Brown said.
“I called him, but he didn’t listen to me. So I had to call the police.”
Whatever Myron did in the past few months started making sense to Hilary. She finally understood why he had been acting so strangely.
“Thank you for saving me, Mr. Brown!” she said. “I owe you for saving me from getting robbed.”
Soon, Myron’s case was taken to court, and the judge ordered him to compensate every woman he had conned. A few months later, Hilary received her share of the settlement but decided not to keep it.
“This is for you, Mr. Brown,” she said while handing him the money. “Thank you for saving me!”
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What can we learn from this story?
- You can’t get away with deceiving people. Myron thought he would keep marrying women for money, unaware he would soon get caught. He wouldn’t have conned multiple women if he knew his father would send him to jail one day.
- Sometimes, you have to take a difficult step for your loved ones. It wasn’t easy for Mr. Brown to send his son to jail, but he did it because he wanted to teach Myron a lesson.
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Meu marido trouxe para casa uma amante grávida e me disse para ir morar com minha mãe – minha vingança foi dura
Oito anos de casamento se despedaçaram em um rápido suspiro quando meu marido Mike trouxe para casa sua companheira grávida e ME CHUTOU PARA FORA de casa. Eu fiz as malas, tudo bem, mas o que eu desempacotei foi um plano de vingança tão brilhante e cármico!
Oito anos. Aproximadamente 2.922 dias. Cerca de 70.128 horas. A cada segundo, meu coração continuava martelando apenas um nome — MIKE, meu marido. Eu achava que ele me amava com a mesma intensidade. Ah, como eu estava errada! Sou Michelle, uma esposa fiel que amava seu marido loucamente, até aquela noite fatídica em que meu mundo virou de cabeça para baixo e de dentro para fora… 💔
Retrato de uma jovem triste | Fonte: Midjourney
Era uma terça-feira à noite quando minha vida decidiu sair dos trilhos. Entrei na nossa sala de estar, cansado de um longo dia de trabalho, apenas para encontrar uma mulher grávida sentada no nosso sofá, comendo batatas fritas.
No começo, pensei que talvez tivesse entrado acidentalmente na casa errada.
Mas não, lá estava nosso papel de parede floral feio que Mike insistiu em manter, e lá estava Mike, parecendo que tinha acabado de engolir um porco-espinho.
Uma mulher grávida sentada no sofá | Fonte: Midjourney
“Ei, Michelle”, ele disse, sua voz tão casual como se estivesse me pedindo para passar o sal. “Precisamos conversar.”
Fiquei ali, congelado, meu cérebro tentando computar a cena diante de mim. A mulher grávida sorriu sem jeito, a mão na barriga, parecendo que estava fazendo um teste para uma novela.
“Esta é Jessica”, Mike continuou, gesticulando para a incubadora humana em nosso sofá. “Ela está grávida. Do meu filho. Isso… simplesmente aconteceu. E decidimos ficar juntos.”
Uma mulher boquiaberta em choque | Fonte: Midjourney
Esperei pela piada. Certamente, isso era alguma pegadinha elaborada para um novo reality show. Talvez eu ganhasse um carro se não surtasse?
Mas o rosto de Mike permaneceu sério, e Jessica continuou sorrindo aquele sorriso irritante.
“Mike”, eu disse lentamente, “o que você quer dizer com ‘simplesmente aconteceu’? Você tropeçou e caiu nela—?”
Mike teve a audácia de parecer ofendido. “Chega, Michelle! Isso é sério. Acho que é melhor você se mudar. Você pode ficar com sua mãe. Jess e eu ficaremos com a casa.”
Um homem de aparência séria sentado no sofá | Fonte: Midjourney
Pisquei. Uma vez. Duas vezes. Três vezes. Não, ainda não é um sonho.
Eu estava meio que esperando Ashton Kutcher aparecer e me dizer que eu tinha sido enganada. Mas, infelizmente, nada de Ashton. Apenas meu marido infiel e sua companheira grávida.
“Tudo bem”, eu disse calmamente. “Vou arrumar minhas coisas e ir embora.”
Mike pareceu aliviado, provavelmente pensando que tinha se safado fácil. O sorriso de Jessica se alargou, como se ela tivesse acabado de ganhar na loteria. Mal sabiam eles, a loteria estava prestes a acertá-los de volta, e acertá-los com força.
Uma mulher de coração partido na porta | Fonte: Midjourney
Subi as escadas, arrumei uma mala com algumas coisas essenciais e fui embora sem dizer mais nada.
Enquanto eu dirigia para a casa da minha mãe, o choque passou, e a raiva tomou seu lugar. Mas essa não era qualquer raiva. Era o tipo de raiva que faz você querer fazer algo espetacularmente estúpido e incrivelmente satisfatório.
No dia seguinte, coloquei meu plano em ação.
Primeira parada: o banco. Entrei lá como uma mulher em missão, o que eu era. Congelei nossa conta conjunta mais rápido do que você consegue dizer “idiota trapaceiro”.
O olhar no rosto do gerente do banco quando expliquei o porquê não teve preço. Tenho certeza de que ele estava mentalmente tomando notas para seu próximo romance.
Uma mulher do lado de fora de um banco | Fonte: Midjourney
Depois, visitei um chaveiro.
Lembro-me de ouvir Mike dizer a Jessica que eles ficariam fora por três dias, o que me daria tempo de sobra para executar meu plano mestre. Era como se o universo estivesse conspirando a meu favor, e quem era eu para discutir com o destino?
Minha próxima parada: minha casa. A mesma casa aconchegante que Mike e eu moramos juntos, planejando um futuro que agora era um desastre total.
O chaveiro intrigado provavelmente pensou que eu era louco, rindo enquanto eu o fazia trocar todas as fechaduras da casa. Posso ter exagerado um pouco e pedido as fechaduras mais complicadas e de alta tecnologia disponíveis. Ei, se eu fosse fazer isso, faria direito. E grande.
Um chaveiro consertando uma fechadura de porta | Fonte: Midjourney
Depois vieram os carregadores.
Dei a eles as chaves reservas e programei para que empacotassem tudo o que eu tinha, que era basicamente tudo o que havia na casa. Até levei o papel higiênico. Vamos ver como Mike e Jessica gostam de usar folhas!
Mas a peça de resistência? Ah, isso ainda estava por vir. Eu tive uma ideia brilhante que tornaria essa vingança não apenas doce, mas duradoura.
Rolos de papel higiênico em uma cesta | Fonte: Midjourney
Enviei convites para festas. Muitos deles. Para a família de Mike, nossos amigos, seus colegas de trabalho, até mesmo para aquele vizinho intrometido que sempre reclamava do nosso cachorro atrasado.
O convite dizia: “Venha celebrar a nova vida de Mike! Festa surpresa na nossa casa, amanhã às 19h!”
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Então, encomendei um outdoor. Sim, um outdoor. Um enorme. Foi entregue e instalado no nosso gramado da frente, impossível de não ser notado.
Em letras grandes e em negrito, proclamava: “Parabéns por me abandonar por sua amante grávida, Mike! Espero que o bebê não herde sua infidelidade!”
Dei um passo para trás para admirar meu trabalho, me sentindo como uma fada madrinha travessa que tinha acabado de conceder o desejo mais irônico do mundo. Com um sorriso satisfeito e um movimento dramático de cabelo, eu me afastei da cena, ansiosamente antecipando o caos que estava prestes a se desenrolar.
Um outdoor do lado de fora de uma casa | Fonte: Midjourney
Na noite seguinte, bem na hora, meu telefone tocou. Era Mike, e ele parecia estar com um aneurisma.
“Michelle!” ele gritou, sua voz atingindo oitavas que eu não sabia que ele conseguia alcançar. “O que diabos está acontecendo? Por que tem gente na nossa casa? E o que há com esse outdoor insano?”
“Ah, isso?”, eu disse, tentando soar inocente. “Só uma festinha de inauguração para você e Jessica. Você não gosta das decorações?”
“Decorações? É um circo aqui fora! E por que não consigo entrar na casa?”
Um homem assustado falando ao telefone | Fonte: Midjourney
Não consegui evitar uma risadinha. “Bem, querida, você me disse para me mudar, lembra? Você nunca disse nada sobre ficar lá. Só me lembrei que a casa está somente em meu nome. Então, troquei as fechaduras. Oopsie!”
Houve um longo silêncio do outro lado. Eu quase conseguia ouvir as engrenagens em seu pequeno cérebro tentando processar o que estava acontecendo.
“Para onde devemos ir?”, ele finalmente gaguejou.
“Nossa, não sei, Mike. Talvez a mãe da Jessica adoraria ter você? Ouvi dizer que hormônios da gravidez e sogros combinam muito bem.”
Uma mulher sorridente falando ao telefone | Fonte: Midjourney
Desliguei, sentindo-me mais leve do que em anos. Mas espere, tinha mais!
Nos dias que se seguiram, cortei os serviços públicos, cancelei a TV a cabo e me certifiquei de que todos os nossos bens conjuntos fossem transferidos para meu nome. Anunciei a casa para venda, certificando-me de mencionar no anúncio que ela vinha com uma “instalação de arte bônus no gramado da frente”.
Mandei entregar os papéis do divórcio para Mike no trabalho. Pedi especificamente para o carteiro se vestir de mulher grávida. Só por diversão.
Mas o universo ainda não tinha terminado com Mike. Ah, não, ele tinha guardado o melhor para o final.
Um homem boquiaberto em choque enquanto segura alguns papéis | Fonte: Midjourney
Uma semana depois, recebi uma ligação de Jessica. Sim, aquela Jessica. Ela estava chorando tanto que eu mal conseguia entendê-la.
“Michelle”, ela soluçou, “sinto muito. Eu não sabia… quero dizer, Mike me disse que vocês dois estavam separados. E agora… agora ele está falido e sem teto, e eu estou grávida, e não sei o que fazer!”
Quase me senti mal por ela. Quase.
“Bem, Jessica”, eu disse, tentando manter a alegria fora da minha voz, “ouvi dizer que o circo está sempre procurando por novos números. Talvez vocês dois pudessem formar uma dupla de malabaristas? Você faz malabarismo com o bebê, ele faz malabarismo com suas mentiras?”
Ela não gostou do meu humor. Tsk! Tsk!
Silhueta de uma mulher grávida segurando um smartphone | Fonte: Midjourney
Acontece que, quando Jessica descobriu que Mike estava sem teto, falido e era motivo de chacota na cidade, ela decidiu que talvez ficar com um cara que não tinha dinheiro, casa e futuro não fosse uma ideia tão boa assim.
Ela terminou com ele mais rápido do que você consegue dizer “Karma é uma merda!”
A última vez que ouvi falar, Mike estava morando em um apartamento minúsculo, tentando juntar dinheiro suficiente para pagar as contas e alimentar sua barriga faminta. Sua família o havia cortado, enojada com seu comportamento.
Eles até me enviaram uma cesta de frutas e um cartão de desculpas. Comi as frutas enquanto relaxava na minha nova jacuzzi.
Quanto a mim? Bem, a casa foi vendida com um bom lucro. Mudei-me para um lugar novo e lindo, comecei meu próprio negócio e adotei um gato. Dei a ele o nome de Karma.
Uma mulher com seu gato de estimação | Fonte: Midjourney
Então, sim, minha vingança pode ter sido um pouco exagerada. Mas sejamos realistas, trazer para casa uma amante grávida e tentar me expulsar da minha própria casa? Isso não é apenas cruzar uma linha, é saltar com vara sobre ela e então atear fogo na vara.
No final, aprendi uma lição valiosa: quando a vida lhe der limões, não faça apenas limonada. Esprema esses limões nos olhos daqueles que lhe fizeram mal e, então, sente-se e observe-os tropeçando cegamente. É muito mais satisfatório.
E lembrem-se, pessoal: trapaceiros nunca prosperam, mas os traídos com bom senso de humor e talento para o dramático? Ah, nós nos damos muito bem!
Uma mulher alegre sorrindo | Fonte: Midjourney
Aqui vai outra história : Um homem chamado “Bradley” postava constantemente comentários maldosos sob minhas fotos no Facebook. Quando descobri sua identidade, fiquei chocado. Não era um hater qualquer. Era alguém próximo a mim.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
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