I was about to marry the man I loved—until I realized he never loved me at all. Alex always defended me from his judgmental mother, Martha, so I never suspected they were working together. But one accidental phone call revealed their real plan: to take my lake house after the wedding.
I had called Alex to ask for milk. When he didn’t hang up, I heard him and Martha gloating about how easily I trusted him. “She’ll sign everything over once we’re married,” he said. My stomach turned.
Instead of confronting him, I played along. I let him bring me legal papers, pretending I’d sign them. But on our wedding day, I stood before our guests and played the recording of their conversation. The room fell silent. Alex turned white.
“There won’t be a wedding,” I said before walking out.
Now, the lake house is still mine, and Alex is just a lesson learned. Some love stories don’t have happy endings—but sometimes, walking away is the happiest ending of all.
