Betrayal at the Spa: My Fiancé Was Caught with His Ex — My Revenge Was Unforgiving

My Colleague Sent Me a Photo of My Fiancé Chilling with His Ex in a Spa Resort — My Revenge Was Harsh

It should be magical to plan a wedding, right? Everything was OK until my coworker emailed a picture of my fiancé cuddling up to his ex at a spa. My retaliation? As vicious as my partner’s disloyalty. I got the last laugh, I promise!

All right, so I was supposed to be this joyful, enthusiastic soon-to-be bride who was busy organizing the wedding of my dreams. I had the venue, the outfit, and even the DJ playlist all planned out. However, all of that? totally thrown off course by a single picture I never requested…

I was kicking back on my couch last Saturday afternoon, half watching some reality TV show and half browsing Instagram. The drama of a couple bickering over wedding plans was playing in the background. What irony, huh?

“I can’t believe you want a chocolate fountain at our wedding!” The future bride cried out on screen.

“At least Mark and I don’t have these silly arguments,” I laughed to myself.

The buzz on my phone was unexpected. I looked down and noticed a message from this quiet coworker of mine named Claire. She’s one of those sweet, overly polite sorts, but we’re not close.

The text read as follows:

“Hi Cathy, I’m sorry if this is too much to ask, but isn’t this your fiancé? I believe I may have recognized him from our office holiday party.”

I gazed at the accompanying picture. My mind simply went into short circuit for a whole five minutes. Because, sure enough, there he was—my “loving” fiancé, Mark—looking effortlessly at ease while lounging by the pool at a posh spa resort.

It wasn’t just him, though. No, it would have been too simple.

Amanda, his ex, was sitting next to him, consuming what appeared to be a tropical beverage. With sunglasses resting on her eyes as if she didn’t care, she was wearing a bikini.

While I was at home, I assumed Mark was seeing his mother somewhere else. Really?

To be honest, I didn’t immediately start crying or hurling my phone against the wall. It was an astronomically intense, scorching fury. The thing about me, though? I don’t yell. I don’t act out in anger. I get intelligent. VERY SMART.

I refrained from texting him. I didn’t make a call. Knowing that he was expected home that Monday, I waited. I was prepared when he at last entered the room, appearing weary and innocent.

He said, “Hey, babe! “, put his suitcase down, and grinned broadly at me. I was missing you. What kind of weekend did you have?”

“Oh, you know,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Not as relaxing as yours, I bet.”

His face twitched just a little bit, but he didn’t realize it at first. After giving me a cheek kiss, he approached and asked, “What do you mean?”

I grinned. This was the turning point. “I got a picture from Claire. stated that although it appeared to be you at a spa resort, she wasn’t sure. Would you like to see?”

I took out my phone and displayed the picture to him. His eyes grew wide, as if his spirit had almost completely left his body.

“Hold on, what? Cathy, I-I can clarify; it’s not… It’s not what it looks like, I promise. Amanda simply said that it was a coincidence.

“Oh really?” I cocked my head to ask. “So, you’re telling me that while I was here thinking you were visiting your mama, you were actually out getting cozy with your ex?”

He stammered through his sentences in a fright. It’s not like that, I assure you. I’ll explain. Alright, it was a mistake. A grave error. I apologize! It will never occur again, I promise. I’m able to adapt!”

It was there. The iconic phrase. The one that dishonest people always turn to when they’re discovered.

I put on my most empathetic grin and replied, “All right. Say I give you another opportunity. You will have to provide proof.”

His eyes brightened as if he might truly succeed in getting away with this. “Anything, Cathy, I’ll do anything!”

Fantastic! You can begin by joining me for a hike tomorrow. You are aware of my passion for trekking.”

Now, for some background information. Mark? He’s not so much into trekking and the outdoors as he is about burgers and couches. The man sweats as he makes his way to the refrigerator. He didn’t hesitate, though.

“Yes, without a doubt. I’m on board.”

“Are you serious? You detest going on hikes.”

He gave a firm shake of his head. “No, no, I adore it. Simply put, I’ve been busy. However, I’m all for it. When do we depart?”

“In the early. At five in the morning, be prepared.”

His expression wavered a little, but it lifted immediately. It is five in the morning. I’m going to set my alarm.

I brought him to the steepest, hardest trail I could find the following morning.

We got going early, and within the first five minutes, it was clear that Mark was not going to enjoy this. He was immediately wondering, “How much longer?” and was sweating and panting.

“Oh, just a little bit more,” I repeated, my voice as honeyed as I was.

After two hours, he was pleading for pauses. He was grasping his knees like an old man, his face beet red. But all I could do was smile. Mark, my dear, we still had a long way to go!

“Cathy,” he exclaimed, “is it possible for us to take a break? For a brief moment only?”

I frowned as I glanced at him and pretended to think about it. “Not once more! We’ve hardly even begun. You said how much you enjoyed hiking, right? Come on, it will be worth it for the view at the top!”

He gave a feeble nod, obviously regretting his life decisions. “That’s right… that’s right. Let’s proceed.”

The route grew steeper and trickier as we ascended higher. There were moments when Mark was virtually crawling.

He gasped, “Cathy, I think I’m dying.”

Maybe I patted him too hard on the back. “Sweetheart, don’t be too emotional. It’s merely a quick workout. Did you not mention that you’ve been exercising?

His perspiring face betrayed his perplexity as he turned to face me. “What? I didn’t say it at all.

“Ah! Then, it had to have been someone else. My error.”

After eight grueling hours, we made it to the top, at which point he flopped against a boulder, drained his water bottle, and shot me this optimistic glance.

“I succeeded! See? I promised to demonstrate my ability to change.”

I knelt next to him, grinned, and kissed his hot cheek.

“WE’RE OFFICIALLY OVER, BABY!”

His expression changed from sheer tiredness to sheer disbelief. “Wait — WHAAAT?”

“You heard me,” I murmured as I got to my feet. “I’ve finished. I will not wed you. I now know how far you would go to save your butt, which is what I wanted to see. Amanda seems worth it, I think.

Panting, he climbed to his feet. “Cathy, please wait. You’re not being sincere. I simply accompanied you on this entire mountain hike! I can’t just let you go from here!”

“Oh, I can,” I said, putting my rucksack over my shoulder as soon as I spoke. “And I will.”

After that, I turned to jog down the trail. He called out to me, but I continued on.

“Cathy, hold on! You will have to wait at the car for me.”

I said over my shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave the keys for you,” without looking around.

The trouble is, I didn’t leave the keys behind! Mark was left alone at the top of the mountain with no phone coverage and nothing to descend save for his own two feet while I drove the car home.

Later that evening, as he wandered into our apartment’s parking lot, I had previously packed up everything he had and placed it on the porch with a note:

“I appreciate the hike. Have fun living your new single life. I hope Amanda likes spending hot days with you.

P.S. The locks are new. My new Rottweiler pup may want to talk to you if you even consider knocking on this door ;)”

It seems he had to give his ex a call to come get him. I suppose she did have some usefulness after all!

What about me? I’m still getting used to everything. It’s funny how one picture can completely change someone’s perspective on life. But really? I believe I escaped a gunshot.

My phone was inundated with missed calls and messages from Mark the following day. The majority of them I ignored, but one voicemail stood out to me:

“Please, Cathy. Is it possible for us to discuss this? I’m sorry; I really do adore you. I swear, it was an error. Please give me a call back.”

I immediately erased the message from my memory. I then went ahead and got a glass of wine and began looking through vacation websites. Perhaps all I needed was a solo trip to Europe.

What actions would I have taken differently? I could have arranged a ‘bear attack’ and captured his scared response on camera to create a viral video. Alternatively, I could have informed him that there was a snake on the path and observed him attempt to run for the first time in a long time. That would have been a viral hit on YouTube!

Who knows? I might giggle when I look back on this in years to come. But I’m concentrating on myself right now. A new life, new activities, and a new apartment. And definitely no more fiances that cheat.

What then would you have done, ladies?