My fiancé, Jared, said his bachelor trip would be super chill—just hiking with two buddies. But three days before he left, I ran into his groomsman, Dylan, at the mall, and he goes:
“So cool of you to be chill about Jared’s closure vacation. A whole trip with your ex before getting married? Bold. My girlfriend would NEVER, but hey—respect!”
I was shocked but smiled like I totally knew. I needed details.
“Oh yeah, that evening flight’s annoying though,” Dylan added, squinting at me.
“Evening? It’s at 8:40 a.m. on Tuesday.”
I just nodded. “Right! Probably need to toss his umbrella in. Bali’s rainy, huh?”
And Dylan, dead serious, goes: “Bali? I thought it was Cancún…”
So I went home. Didn’t cry, didn’t scream—just made a plan and one call.
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The next morning, I showed up at the airport wearing white… and not alone. I spotted them at security—Jared and his ex, Miranda, laughing like this was a damn rom-com.
I walked right up, smiling, and called him.
“Jared!”
He turned, and his face drained when he saw me standing there—because I wasn’t alone. I was with Dylan.
Jared blinked rapidly, his fake grin collapsing. “Wha—what are you doing here?” he stammered.
“Oh, just thought I’d surprise my future husband on his bachelor trip,” I said sweetly. “But silly me—I didn’t realize it was a honeymoon rehearsal with Miranda.”
Miranda’s smile faltered, but she didn’t back away. “This isn’t what it looks like,” Jared mumbled.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because it looks like the man I was supposed to marry is off to Bali—or Cancún, depending on which lie he remembered—to play house with his ex.”
Dylan folded his arms. “Dude, seriously? You told me this was just a closure talk. You’re out here lying to everyone.”
Jared’s jaw tightened. “It’s not like that!”
“Oh, it’s exactly like that,” I said, slipping my hand into my bag and pulling out a crisp envelope. “And lucky for you, I came prepared.”
He frowned. “What is that?”
“Your closure,” I said, handing it to him. Inside were the annulment papers my lawyer had drafted—already signed on my end.
Gasps rippled through the security line. Jared’s eyes darted from me to Miranda to Dylan, like a cornered animal.
“You—you can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am,” I said, smiling. “You wanted closure? Now you’ve got it. Congratulations, Jared—you’re free.”
I turned, looped my arm through Dylan’s, and walked away as Jared called after me, his voice breaking. But I didn’t stop.
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The wedding was off. My dignity was intact. And Jared? Well, he was left standing in the middle of an airport with nothing but a ticket to nowhere and a woman who would never be me.
Epilogue
Three months later, I was sipping coffee on my porch when an email pinged on my phone.
It was from Jared.
“I made a mistake. Miranda and I aren’t together anymore. She left two weeks after Bali. I miss you. We can fix this. Please.”
I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my latte.
Fix this? After trying to play me like a fool, after planning a secret honeymoon with his ex before even saying “I do”?
I didn’t even bother replying. Instead, I attached a photo—me and Dylan, smiling at a beach resort. A caption underneath read:
“Thanks for teaching me what I deserve. Hope you find closure—for real this time.”
I hit send and blocked him.
As for me? I didn’t just dodge a bullet—I dodged an entire warzone. And I finally realized: sometimes, the best wedding you’ll ever have is the one you cancel.
