Outside the restroom, Dad and Cindy were waiting, looking like they’d seen a ghost.
Dad handed me another note, his hand shaking. “Read it, but brace yourself,” he said. I could barely hear him.
The note was a bombshell.
Alex, my fiancé, was cheating on me with someone named Mara. Their flirtatious, intimate texts were right there on the paper. They had been together for a long time, even before Alex and I decided to get engaged. The last message was them planning to hook up after our “honeymoon.”
My world just stopped.
“Why? How did you get this?” I asked, my voice barely there.
Cindy looked at me, her eyes full of pain and anger. “I’ve been suspicious of Alex. Saw him sneaky with his phone, heard whispers. So, I did what any friend would do — I looked out for you.”
Turns out, she’d hired a private investigator two months back and uncovered Alex’s truth.
My heart sank that the man I had loved truly and deeply turned out to be a liar and a cheat.
Dad was there for me, solid as ever. “We got the report today. Waited till the last minute to decide. We couldn’t let you marry him, not after knowing this,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.
I saw the sadness in his eyes. Dad raised me single-handedly after Mom passed away when I was just two. It was his dream to see me get married.
I felt numb. Betrayed. “I need a moment,” I whispered, trying to process it all.
After a while, I knew what I had to do. “We need to expose him,” I said firmly. “But how?”
Cindy gave me a small smile. “I have a plan. But it’s going to need a bit of acting on your part. Can you do it?”
I nodded, desperate for some justice. Cindy outlined her plan.
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