Caught on Camera: My Fiancé Kissing My Best Friend Hours After I Left for a Trip — Their Regret Was Instant

I Got a Photo of My Fiancé Kissing My Best Friend Just Hours after I Left for a Business Trip — They Soon Regretted It

Two months before our wedding, my fiancé cheated on me—with my best friend, no less. For months, they have both been lying to me in front of me, and all I have done is provide them with love and financial support. To put it mildly, I am devastated and heartbroken. When I found out, my entire world fell apart, leaving me immobile. But I mustered the courage to organize my thoughts and make plans on what to do next.

I traveled to another location last month for a business trip. Two hours later, as I was getting settled into my hotel, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Emily, my sister. I was heartbroken by a photo she sent me.

It was an image of my closest friend Liz and fiancé Mike flirting provocatively outside of a cafe. The cafe where Mike and I went on our first date, not just any cafe. It was a kick to the gut to see them together in such plainly rude manner.

I was utterly devastated. After three years of dating, Mike and I were getting married in two months. Liz, too? Ever since we were in diapers, she has been by my side. My mind was racing as I sat there, fixated on the picture.

I simply couldn’t fathom how they could deceive me in such a manner. Liz’s parents couldn’t afford to pay for her college education, housing, or car, so I had to pay for everything. She has received financial assistance from me for the past three years. Liz was having an affair with my future husband while simultaneously assisting me with the wedding arrangements.

Mike, too? I gave him free housing in my flat so he could save his wages for the business he has always wanted to start. I take care of 90% of the housework so he can unwind after work, and I’m entirely in charge of our four dogs.

I felt very foolish. I mean, how could I be that dumb?

However, I knew it was plenty as soon as I saw that picture. I couldn’t just ignore it. It would be too light to only cause a scandal when they had to pay for what they did. I instantly pulled myself together and denied my feelings.

I might have lost it because the grief was too much for me to bear. Rather, I used my fury as fuel. I thought up a scheme and went about quietly making preparations.

I first gave our family lawyer a call and laid out the circumstances. We had to be sure Mike was not claiming my condo or anything I had. Fortunately, he had not resided there long enough to acquire any legal rights.

I also made sure he had no ownership rights over our four dogs. On paper, I am the legitimate owner of all of them. Furthermore, it’s not as though he had a sentimental bond with them.

In addition, I worked with my attorney to ensure that Mike did not access any funds from our fully funded bank accounts. I transferred all the funds from our joint account to my personal account, and I verified with the bank that since it was in my name, neither Mike nor Liz would be able to access it if they called.

Being the primary account holder and having a good rapport with the bank manager was, I suppose, a blessing. I was aware that if their cards were denied, Mike and Liz could have to call the bank. I then texted them both, pretending to be the bank calling to tell me about a problem with one of my accounts that led to it being temporarily disabled.

By the time I finished all the calls, I was still in my hotel room, and before I knew it, dusk had fallen. My business meetings were rescheduled until the next week because I knew I wasn’t in the correct frame of mind to concentrate on them. My manager was considerate enough to recognize my predicament.

I spent the night making plans for the next days. Mike was at work the following morning, so I took the car home. That same day, I was moving into a rented apartment temporarily, so I asked my mom and sister to help pack everything I had from the apartment Mike and I shared.

In addition, we packed up Mike’s belongings and left them outside the flat in plastic bags. I made sure to grab everything that came from my pocket, including the Xbox I gave him as a gift and our shared iPad that I paid for. I also made sure he couldn’t get in by changing the locks.

By the time we were done, it was almost four in the afternoon. Soon afterward, we drove to my last-minute apartment, and I made the decision that it was time to finally give Liz her due.

Since I was making monthly payments for the car, she had been driving it under my name for the previous year. Thus, I filed a stolen car report. To take my name off of the guarantor list, I also gave Liz’s landlord a call. “Please ask for the rent directly from Liz,” I said.

I’m happy to report that Liz was arrested for car theft. I’ve also heard that her landlord requested proof of her ability to pay rent when she arrived home. Unfortunately, her money was going toward material things, thus she was unable to manufacture them.

In addition, I had my attorney write a letter that Liz reimburse me for the cost of her college education. Luckily, she had left me a note previously saying she would reimburse me for every penny I spent on her schooling.

The hardest part was ahead of me. I had to call off our nuptials. As I called our caterer, venue, and other wedding vendors to cancel, my feelings suddenly returned. The majority of them were unable to reimburse me because the wedding was too close.

I concluded that keeping the already-paid-for things would be a waste of money. Thus, I hosted a party. I informed my visitors that I was going to commemorate a difficult gift that prevented me from making the worst choice of my life.

Mike and Liz had no idea what I knew until that moment. I therefore shared the picture of them making out on Facebook for our “Save the Date” event, which included Mike’s boss in addition to all of our relatives and friends. I cut off all communication and social media access for the two traitors.

I’d warned all but Mike’s parents beforehand, so they weren’t surprised. Telling them what had transpired, I paid them a visit on what would probably be my last visit. They gave me a hug and expressed regret for their son’s actions.

Later on, I found out that when Mike attempted to go back to their house, they closed their doors to him. They informed him that the best thing that had ever occurred to him was gone. In addition, they wouldn’t talk to him because of his acts, which showed disrespect for them.

I was also contacted by Liz’s family to apologize. They made the decision to stop talking to her and to give her a lesson as well.

Mike has been attempting to get in touch with me by texting my phone from various numbers and setting up multiple Facebook profiles to give me message requests. I didn’t read his messages, but there were multiple apologies in the notification preview.

Even if Mike and Liz received their just desserts, my heart was still too wounded. I asked my employer if I might move, thinking I would need a fresh start, and they replied they could.

I bought a house with a backyard for my pet babies after moving to a new city. I also made a bigger investment in my health by signing up for various exercise programs and events. Though it’s been quite the journey, I’m doing lot better now. I’ve been content to concentrate on myself and I adore my new home. Since everything that happened, I haven’t seen or spoken to Mike or Liz, and I’d be content to keep it that way.

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