When Lexie’s husband, Cameron, learned that his parents had lost their jobs and would have to leave their home, he was deeply troubled. Lexie felt for him and decided to let her mother take them in, even though they didn’t have room themselves.
Cameron’s parents, Jessica and Roger, moved into Lexie’s mother’s spacious home, which was already adapted for her mother’s wheelchair needs. Initially, things seemed to go smoothly, with Jessica cooking meals and Roger helping with yard work. However, that didn’t last long.
Soon, they started to complain about their living situation. They were unhappy that Lexie’s mother occupied the first floor and criticized the simple meals she provided. Despite finding jobs, Jessica as a librarian and Roger as a proofreader, they refused to buy their own groceries.
Concerned for her mother, Lexie noticed that Jessica and Roger were even suggesting that her mother move to a nursing home. When Lexie confronted her mom about it, her mother assured her that she could handle the situation.
A few days later, Lexie’s mother told Jessica and Roger to pack up and move downstairs, claiming she needed a nursing home. However, instead of moving to the first floor, her mother called social services for help.
The next day, social workers arrived, ready to assist Jessica and Roger in finding social housing. They were furious and confronted Lexie and Cameron. Jessica shouted that it was unfair, while Roger claimed they had done so much for Lexie’s mother.
Cameron felt torn between his parents and his wife, but Lexie defended her mother, reminding them that they had taken advantage of her kindness. Despite their protests, Jessica and Roger were told they would have to find their own way.
Though angry, they were eventually placed in a small apartment near their jobs. Afterward, Cameron worried it was all his fault, but Lexie reassured him that his parents had been ungrateful.
That night, Lexie suggested they visit his parents to check on them. The next day, they found Jessica and Roger surrounded by unpacked boxes and the smell of burnt toast. They admitted to their wrongdoings and realized they had taken advantage of Lexie’s mother.
Cameron expressed his disappointment in them, explaining how their behavior affected him. Lexie stayed quiet, allowing Cameron to speak his mind while they all shared a meal. On their way home, Cameron stopped to buy flowers for Lexie’s mother, showing his appreciation for her kindness.
I Paid an Actor to Be My ‘Groom’ at a Fake Wedding to Get Revenge on My Ex, but Then We Had a Dramatic Plot Twist
I hired an actor to be my “groom” at a fake wedding, all to get revenge on my cheating ex. But as we stood at the altar, exchanging fake vows and a not-so-fake kiss, I never could have predicted how this elaborate charade would completely upend my life.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to stage a fake wedding for revenge. But there I was, staring at my phone, scrolling through photos of Charlie and Samantha’s latest date night. My stomach churned.
“Screw this,” I muttered, tossing my phone aside. That’s when the idea hit me. If Charlie wanted to flaunt his new relationship, I’d show him I could do one better.
I called my cousin Tess. “Hey, you still friends with that actor guy?”
“Ryan? Yeah, why?”
“I need a favor. A big one.”
Two days later, I was sitting across from Ryan in a coffee shop, outlining my ridiculous plan.
“So let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé at a fake wedding?”
I nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous. “I know it sounds crazy, but —”
“I’m in,” Ryan interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Sounds like fun.”
Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into wedding planning. Dress shopping, venue booking, inviting friends who were in on the plan — it was exhausting but exhilarating.
“You sure about this, Nat?” my friend Kira asked as we picked out flowers.
“Absolutely,” I lied, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.
I nodded, and our lips met. It was just acting, I told myself, ignoring the unexpected flutter in my chest.
After the ceremony, we posed for countless photos. Ryan’s arm around my waist felt oddly comforting.
“You’re a natural,” I murmured as we smiled for another shot.
“What can I say? I’m a method actor,” he winked.
That night, I posted a flurry of wedding photos on social media. “Found my true love,” I captioned one. “New beginnings,” on another.
“Are you sure about this?” Kira asked when I told her. “It’s not just part of the act?”
“It’s real,” I assured her. “Unexpected, but real.”
Things were going great until Charlie found out. He started spreading rumors that our relationship was a sham, that I was paying Ryan to be with me.
When Ryan heard, he was upset. “I thought we were past all this,” he said, his voice tight.
“We are!” I insisted. “Charlie’s just being a jerk.”
I smiled, watching Ryan chat animatedly with the photographer. “Sometimes the craziest plans lead to the best outcomes,” I mused.
As I reflect on everything that’s happened, I can’t help but marvel at the journey. What started as a misguided attempt at revenge led me to true love and personal growth I never expected.
Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. And while I wouldn’t recommend staging a fake wedding as a path to happiness, I can’t regret the choices that led me here — to Ryan, to love, and to a future brighter than I ever imagined.
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