I’m 36 and just hit that point where I realized… time’s flying. I want a family. Kids. A future. But after three years with Anthony, the guy never even hinted at marriage. It felt like that word was banned or something.
One afternoon, during my lunch break, I asked him to meet me. Lately, he’d been dodging conversations—”busy,” “no time to talk.” Yeah, right.
So I just blurted it out.
Me: “Anthony, it’s been three years. Where is this going?”
Him: “Going?”
Me: “Us. I want more. Maybe live together? Build something?”
And then he goes: “So you want me to marry you?”
Me: “What?? No! I just… have you even thought about it?”
He sighed and muttered, “Here we go…”
I lost it. We argued. Then he said, “Fine. I’ll take you to the theater. You’ll never forget this day.”
And wow, he was right.
I got all dressed up. Felt like something big was about to happen.
I saw him. He smiled, hugged me, and said…
“Meet Elizabeth. My wife.”
Yes, you read that correctly! His wife—whom I knew nothing about until that moment—was right there.
In that instant, I knew I had to take revenge, something just as painful as what he had done to me. And the next day, I started putting my plan into action.😳👇 See less