I expected a fairytale wedding, but betrayal turned it into a nightmare. Jeff proposed under a starlit sky, promising a wedding to remember. He insisted, “It’s once in a lifetime, Phoebe. We deserve a gorgeous wedding.” So, I agreed to handle the $25,000 expenses while he bought us a house.
On the wedding day, Jeff was nowhere to be found. Panicking, I called the planner, only to hear, “The ceremony was yesterday.” Shocked, I discovered Jeff and his lover Amy had scammed me and another groom, Mike, using our money for their own wedding and honeymoon.
Determined to seek justice, Mike and I tracked them down in the Maldives. “They can’t get away with this,” I told him. Confronting them, we reported their fraud and had them arrested. Our shared ordeal brought Mike and me closer, eventually leading to love.
Years later, Mike proposed, and our modest yet beautiful wedding was a celebration of true love. “To new beginnings and the sweetest revenge,” we toasted, having turned a nightmare into a dream come true.
