She lives in her head a lot. She hasn’t even realized that we’re spending so much time together.”
Jake: “She thinks that you’re helping me with the wedding planning. Haha.
You know, if it were you walking down the aisle, I wouldn’t feel this horrible. I’m not meant to be with Tamara. We both know that.”
It had moved so far past flirting.
And it had become clear to me — this wasn’t a crush. This was their plan to erase me. I kept scrolling, my eyes blurring as I moved through their betrayal and confession.
And then I found exactly what I was looking for. Jake (after forwarding my Pinterest board): “What do you think about this for our wedding, my love?”
Maddie: “This is it. This is perfect!
Rustic and cozy, I adore it. We just have to figure out what we’re going to do about… her.”
Her.
Me.
I was nothing but an obstacle to them. And they didn’t even hide it. I kept scrolling, desperately wanting to stop, but terrified of missing vital information if I did.
There was another message from Maddie, sent the same night she and I had sat on my couch, sipping wine while I showed her the bridesmaid dress options. Maddie: “She showed me more dresses again, Jake. I feel bad but also…
this is kind of her thing — being clueless.”
Jake: “Well, at least she’s good at planning. We’ll get all the benefits when she plans the wedding of our dreams, Mads.”
I had to set the iPad down. My palms were sweating.
I walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and couldn’t even bring it to my lips. How long had this been happening right in front of me? And what kind of person do you have to be to let your best friend plan the wedding you’re stealing from her?
A moment later, a message popped up in real time. Jake: “Emily at the venue is asking too many questions. I think she feels bad for Tam.
We’ll just keep everything under my name until it’s done. She’ll understand at the wedding… we just need to rip the Band-Aid off.”
Rip the Band-Aid off.
They were going to let me walk into a room full of people I loved — people who thought they were watching me start a new life — and pull the rug out from under me?
I picked up the phone and called Maya, my sister. I couldn’t say anything for the first 15 seconds; I just cried. “Tam,” she said, her voice sharper than usual.
“What happened, sis?”
“Jake is marrying Maddie,” I whispered. “It’s all in their texts. Everything.”
My sister didn’t gasp or yell.
“I’m coming over, Tam,” she said. When Maya arrived, I handed her the iPad without speaking. She scrolled in silence, the look on her face told me that she was taking in every single word.
She was still — the scary kind of stillness she gets when her brain goes into battle mode. After a while, she closed the case and looked up at me. “We’re not blowing up tonight,” she said calmly.
“We’re going to handle this the smart way.”
And in that moment, I knew I wasn’t going to fall apart. I was going to ruin them — and they would deserve every moment of it. Over the next two days, Maya and I threw ourselves into our revenge plan.
It wasn’t really revenge, to be honest. It was just me trying to control my own life again. With my sister’s help, we closed the joint account Jake and I shared.
I removed his access to my credit card. I moved my dress and anything sentimental to my sister’s apartment. And then I informed the landlord that we’d be splitting the lease.
Then I called my dad, Pete. He didn’t say anything at first; he just let me speak. “You don’t need to do this alone, my Tam,” he said.
He and my stepmom, Diana, were at Maya’s the next morning. No one tried to defend Jake or Maddie. And I couldn’t figure out if that hurt more than it helped.
Had they expected this behavior from my fiancé and my best friend? How long had I been blind to this entire thing?
The rehearsal dinner was held at a warm, candlelit restaurant Jake’s mom, Catherine, had picked. She called it “intimate and elevated.”
Jake met me there and kissed my cheek before we walked inside, like we weren’t standing on the edge of a cliff.
“The next time we’re here, you’ll be my wife,” he said. “Right. Almost there, huh?” I said, managing a smile.
Maddie looked pale under the warm lighting, her eyes ringed with exhaustion. She kept glancing between me and Jake, her smile twitchy, and her posture stiff. If guilt had a scent, the whole table would’ve reeked of it.
Halfway through the meal, once the drinks had settled in and the atmosphere had softened, I rose and tapped my glass. The sound echoed in the room, drawing quiet smiles and a few playful cheers. “I just want to thank you all for being here,” I began.
“It means the world to have both our families together. Especially before a day that’s supposed to be all about love and trust.”
Jake looked up at me, grinning like he’d won something. “And thank you,” I said, turning to him.
“For handling so much. For taking my Pinterest board and making it into a dream. You did it all, babe.
From the contracts to the paperwork.”
“Someone had to keep the bride sane,” Jake said, chuckling. “Actually, it was one of the venue coordinators who reminded me that I should probably look at those documents myself.”
I pulled out my phone. With one tap, the restaurant’s TV came to life behind me — Maya had already arranged it with the staff.
Up flashed the wedding contract. “Bride: Maddie L.
Groom: Jake Thomas W.”
The room froze. Forks stopped mid-air, glasses hovered.
And Catherine leaned forward, squinting at the screen as her hand went to her chest. “What is this?!” Jake demanded. “This,” I said calmly.
“Is the wedding you planned. Just with your mistress, not me.”
Gasps rippled through the room. Maya stepped forward and placed a small stack of printed screenshots in the center of the table.
“In case anyone needs context,” she said. Catherine flipped through the pages, her face blanching with every swipe. “Jake,” she said in a cracked voice.
“Tell me this isn’t real.”
“We didn’t know how to tell Tamara,” he said quickly, eyes darting. “Things changed. It got complicated.
We —”
“So instead of just ending things with me respectfully,” I said. “You let me plan your wedding with her?”
“We didn’t want to hurt you, Tam,” Maddie said, standing up. “You’re so sensitive.
We thought if we waited… told you after…”
“After what? After I handed you my wedding on a silver tray?
Do you know how much of my savings went into that wedding?”
“You don’t own Jake, Tamara,” Maddie said, her eyes sharp. “You don’t own the barn. Or the date.
You own nothing.”
My dad stood so fast his chair clattered behind him. “And Jake doesn’t own my daughter. Both of you, you’re disgusting.
Get out.”
Jake’s mouth opened, but no sound came. “You’re making a scene,” he finally muttered. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said with a smile.
What no one at the table knew yet was that I had already called the venue. Emily had answered and I’d told her everything — from the texts, to the contract, to the months of deception I’d just uncovered. Her silence on the other end wasn’t shocked, just sad.
Like she’d known. Like she’d been waiting. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Whatever you need, we’ll make it right. I promise, Tamara.”
The manager agreed to reclassify the event under my name. He removed all mentions of “wedding” from the booking.
Jake and Maddie were erased from the file. Their deposit stayed behind — the venue’s policy, not mine. So at the rehearsal dinner, I ended my little toast with one final line:
“Tomorrow’s event is still on.
Same time, same place. But it’s not a wedding anymore — it’s a celebration of the truth.”
The room was quiet for a beat. Then Maya clapped once.
Then someone else joined, and it rippled through the space until people were cheering — Jake’s family included. It wasn’t out of cruelty, it was because they were proud. Because I wasn’t the one who should be ashamed.
Jake and Maddie left in a storm of whispered excuses and slammed doors. Not a single person followed. The next morning, I wore the white jumpsuit I had planned to change into for my wedding reception.
“You’re still showing up,” she said. “Might as well show up in white.”
When I stepped into the barn, it hurt. Every garland and fairy light reminded me of what I’d almost walked into blind.
But then I saw them — my people. The ones who stayed. I didn’t get the wedding I planned.
But I got something better. I got my out… and I got my freedom.
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