Paige loves her career, even if it means being away from home often. After a business trip, she overhears a cryptic conversation between her husband, Victor, and their four-year-old son, Mason. This moment marks the beginning of her marriage unraveling.
Paige and Victor endured four miscarriages but emerged stronger, or so she thought. When Mason was born, he became their focus. Despite Paige’s demanding job as a clothing brand executive, Victor managed their home life, even changing his work schedule to be more present for Mason.
After a three-day trip, Paige returned home eager to see her family. However, the house was quiet, and she overheard Victor telling Mason not to tell her about something that would make her sad. Sensing trouble, she tried to dismiss it but struggled to sleep that night.
On her next business trip, she received a series of photos from Victor featuring Mason with a new toy—and a pair of blue shoes in the background that weren’t hers. Alarmed, she scrolled through more pictures, discovering evidence of another woman in their home.
Returning home, Paige found Mason napping. Upon entering her bedroom, she overheard muffled sounds confirming her fears. When she opened the door, Victor was with another woman, who quickly fled to the bathroom. The confrontation was chaotic, filled with accusations and heartbreak.
Victor tried to shift blame, claiming Paige was never around and needed to consider his feelings. Paige, devastated, realized that her vows had meant something to her, while Victor had betrayed them.
After recounting the ordeal to her family, they encouraged her to have Victor move out. Although he denied the affair, he didn’t contest the divorce, desperately trying to maintain some dignity.
Reflecting on the signs she had ignored, Paige was determined to rebuild her life for herself and Mason. She knew she had to be stronger and smarter moving forward.
I Paid an Actor to Be My ‘Groom’ at a Fake Wedding to Get Revenge on My Ex, but Then We Had a Dramatic Plot Twist
I hired an actor to be my “groom” at a fake wedding, all to get revenge on my cheating ex. But as we stood at the altar, exchanging fake vows and a not-so-fake kiss, I never could have predicted how this elaborate charade would completely upend my life.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to stage a fake wedding for revenge. But there I was, staring at my phone, scrolling through photos of Charlie and Samantha’s latest date night. My stomach churned.
“Screw this,” I muttered, tossing my phone aside. That’s when the idea hit me. If Charlie wanted to flaunt his new relationship, I’d show him I could do one better.
I called my cousin Tess. “Hey, you still friends with that actor guy?”
“Ryan? Yeah, why?”
“I need a favor. A big one.”
Two days later, I was sitting across from Ryan in a coffee shop, outlining my ridiculous plan.
“So let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé at a fake wedding?”
I nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous. “I know it sounds crazy, but —”
“I’m in,” Ryan interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Sounds like fun.”
Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into wedding planning. Dress shopping, venue booking, inviting friends who were in on the plan — it was exhausting but exhilarating.
“You sure about this, Nat?” my friend Kira asked as we picked out flowers.
“Absolutely,” I lied, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.
I nodded, and our lips met. It was just acting, I told myself, ignoring the unexpected flutter in my chest.
After the ceremony, we posed for countless photos. Ryan’s arm around my waist felt oddly comforting.
“You’re a natural,” I murmured as we smiled for another shot.
“What can I say? I’m a method actor,” he winked.
That night, I posted a flurry of wedding photos on social media. “Found my true love,” I captioned one. “New beginnings,” on another.
“Are you sure about this?” Kira asked when I told her. “It’s not just part of the act?”
“It’s real,” I assured her. “Unexpected, but real.”
Things were going great until Charlie found out. He started spreading rumors that our relationship was a sham, that I was paying Ryan to be with me.
When Ryan heard, he was upset. “I thought we were past all this,” he said, his voice tight.
“We are!” I insisted. “Charlie’s just being a jerk.”
I smiled, watching Ryan chat animatedly with the photographer. “Sometimes the craziest plans lead to the best outcomes,” I mused.
As I reflect on everything that’s happened, I can’t help but marvel at the journey. What started as a misguided attempt at revenge led me to true love and personal growth I never expected.
Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. And while I wouldn’t recommend staging a fake wedding as a path to happiness, I can’t regret the choices that led me here — to Ryan, to love, and to a future brighter than I ever imagined.
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