XSTORIES4U: Tales of Love, Lies, and Betrayal - Book 2

Part 29 Engagement Party Surprise: Betrayal Unveiled!

When he slipped his grandmother's ring onto my finger, I thought my life was a fairy tale—until the day his grandmother and his ex-wife stormed into our engagement party, shattering the illusion. His grandmother, red-faced and furious, demanded the ring back, claiming it was meant to stay in the family. Before I could process the shock, his ex-wife, smirking, revealed they were still legally married. My world spun as his grandmother berated me, calling me a thief, while his ex-wife gloated about how she was still the rightful owner of everything, including him. My fiancé, caught between them, stuttered out excuses, but his betrayal was undeniable. The crowd watched, whispers slicing through the air like daggers, as I realized the depth of his deceit. I ripped the ring off, threw it at his feet, and left, my heart shattered yet strangely liberated. I later learned his ex-wife had been living with his grandmother all along, plotting to destroy our engagement from the start. But what they didn't know was that I wasn't as helpless as I seemed. Anger simmered beneath my heartbreak, and as days passed, I pieced together the lies they had woven to entangle me. That ring was only the beginning of a far darker scheme, one that would change everything.

A week later, I received a call from an unknown number. It was Jordan, my fiancé's ex-best friend, someone who had been mysteriously absent from the engagement party. He asked to meet in person, claiming he had something to tell me—something that might turn everything around.

Over coffee, Jordan revealed a startling truth: my ex-fiancé, his grandmother, and his so-called ex-wife were tangled in a web of financial fraud. The ring had been a crucial part of their scheme. His ex-wife wasn't just his past lover—she was his accomplice, and together, they had a long history of scamming women out of money, gifts, and inheritances. The ring itself had a forged history, deceptively valuable on paper but worthless in reality.

"You're not the first," Jordan told me grimly. "But you can be the last."

Jordan explained that the grandmother—bitter and greedy—was the mastermind. She had coached her grandson to lure wealthy women into engagements, then stage dramatic breakups to keep any valuable assets gifted during the relationship. The ex-wife played her role in the aftermath, intimidating the victims into silence with lies of ongoing legal ties to him. Their plot was diabolically effective—until now.

That night, I decided I wouldn't let them get away with it. I wanted revenge. And with Jordan's help, I set a plan in motion that would hit them where it hurt the most—their reputation and money.

At the ex-wife's birthday party a few weeks later, I crashed the event. They were shocked to see me, assuming I had quietly disappeared like their past victims. But this time, I wasn't alone. Jordan was with me, armed with copies of incriminating documents he had obtained from their previous victims. Text messages, financial records, and even secret videos of my ex-fiancé discussing the scam were all in our possession.

In front of the gathered crowd—friends, family, and business associates—I gave a speech, sweet and polite at first. Then, slowly and deliberately, I began peeling back the truth:

How the grandmother orchestrated their schemes,How the ex-wife pretended to be scorned but was an active partner in crime,And how my ex-fiancé preyed on women, luring them into his web of lies.

The crowd fell into stunned silence, faces turning pale as the weight of the revelations hit them. And then, Jordan played the videos. Every whispered lie, every fraudulent word—projected for all to see.

Pandemonium erupted. Business partners stormed out, family members gasped in horror, and whispers of lawsuits and investigations filled the air.

My ex-fiancé's grandmother tried to stand, shouting about betrayal, but someone in the crowd—an old friend of hers—shouted back:
"How many lives did you ruin, Marion? You'll pay for this!"

And just like that, their empire of deceit crumbled.

The best part? I had saved my final twist for last. Before walking out of the party with Jordan at my side, I made sure to deliver the perfect parting blow.

"By the way," I said loudly, holding up a second, identical ring I had secretly commissioned—a flawless copy of the original. "I never gave your precious ring back. What you have is a cheap replica. Enjoy!"

The look on their faces was priceless. The real ring was now in my possession, and I knew exactly what to do with it.

The next morning, I sold it to a private buyer—for a fraction of what it was worth, but enough to start fresh. I donated part of the money to the victims of fraud and kept the rest to fund a new chapter in my life, free from deceit and manipulation.

As for Jordan? He and I weren't just allies—we had become something more. A bond forged from shared anger, redemption, and the desire for justice.

And as I walked away from the wreckage of my past, I knew one thing for certain: fairy tales don't exist. But revenge? Revenge was very, very real.