My Fiancé Cheated On Me

I thought my life with Mark was flawless until I spotted a hotel reservation for two. In Spain, I met Daniel, whose wife had her own secrets. Together, we hatched a plan for revenge that led to an unforeseen outcome.

Seated on my couch, I aimlessly flipped through wedding magazines scattered on the table. Just a week ago, Mark and I were planning our dream venue and honeymoon. Everything seemed picture-perfect. But then, something changed.

“Spain again?” I asked Mark, a hint of disbelief in my voice as he mentioned his upcoming trip. “Hadn’t you just returned?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact. “It’s work, babe. You know how it goes.”

That evening, he took off on his business trip, leaving me behind, bored out of my mind. I’d cleaned everything, coped by diving into hobbies.

Previously, we’d chat frequently during his trips. But our conversations dwindled, reducing to mere glimpses of contact. I’d find myself looking at the phone, hoping it would ring.

That night, while clearing my inbox, I stumbled upon a hotel reservation for two. Initially, I chuckled, thinking Mark might have muddled our vacation plans with his hotel booking in Spain.

But as the details unfolded, my heart sank. Champagne and strawberries. Strawberries, which my body couldn’t bear!

What’s this? He’s not alone there! He must be with someone. Perhaps, SHE is enjoying those strawberries right now!

“No, this can’t be,” I murmured, pacing frantically, my phone gripped like a lifeline.

The email felt like a burning ember in my hand. I knew it deep down. My gut twisted. With haste, I rang Claire, my closest confidant.

“You need to breathe,” she urged, though her voice was strained with anything but calmness.

“I have to go to Spain, Claire. I need firsthand evidence,” my voice quivered.

“But you dread flying,” she reminded.

“Sitting here, watching my world collapse is worse,” I insisted, fingers tapping away at the flight booking.

***

The journey to Spain was unpleasant from onset. Squashed seats, stale air, and my thoughts swirling in turmoil.

What if Mark’s genuinely remorseful? What if he begs for forgiveness? Or worse, what if my fears are true?

Distracted, I gazed out the window when unexpectedly, a fateful spill of tomato juice stained my jeans. Could my luck worsen?

“I’m so sorry!” The man beside me fumbled with napkins, horrified. “I’m just really clumsy today.”

“It’s alright,” I replied, trying to mop up the stain.

Things like this happen. What else could go wrong today?

“Let me make it up to you. How about a drink? Unless you’d rather sit in awkward silence with juice-soaked jeans,” he offered.

Despite everything, I laughed. “Sure, why not? Anything to lighten the mood.”

“I’m Daniel,” he introduced with a charm. “I promise, I’m usually better with tomato juice.”

“Rebecca here. And trust me, this isn’t the worst of today.”

“Oh? Now you’ve piqued my interest,” he responded.

“I’m flying to confront my fiancé in Spain. He’s… likely cheating on me.”

“That’s… tough,” Daniel acknowledged.

“Yeah, found details of a romantic setup at a hotel. The whole works,” I sighed.

“Ouch,” he winced. “And here I thought this was bad. But you’re right, it fits the day’s theme.”

Swirling his drink, Daniel added, “Well, get this. I’m off to catch my wife in the act in Spain too. Suspicious, huh?”

I blinked before bursting into laughter. “You’ve got to be joking!”

“Wish I was,” he chuckled. “Two betrayed souls aboard a plane. The universe has quite the sense of humor, doesn’t it?”

“What are the odds of us sitting next to each other?” I marveled.

“I’d say pretty slim,” Daniel said, raising his glass in an impromptu toast. “To bad luck and unusual coincidences?”

We both laughed, clinking glasses in agreement.

***

By the time we touched down, the tomato juices forgotten. Larger concerns loomed. As we moved to collect our luggage, Daniel turned my way.

“Where are you staying?” he wondered.

“Here,” I replied, pointing to the place on my GPS.

He laughed. “So am I. Surely, this isn’t a joke? Assigned to share a room, perhaps?”

Turns out, it was precisely what happened. The hotel had overbooked, the overwhelmed clerk offering us a shared room.

Overcome with exhaustion and curiosity, I agreed. Stunned silence followed as we looked at each other, contemplating our unreal situation.

“I guess this is just another chapter,” Daniel joked with a smirk.

“Fate must want us as roommates,” I added, chuckling.

So we ended up sharing the room. Two met by chance, each heart betrayed, bound as strangers in an unfamiliar land. Absurd, yet fitting.

***

We settled our space, each respecting other’s boundaries. Finding the air less awkward, we opted for lunch on the balcony with the view.

I paused mid-meal, a startling sight by the pool. There was Mark. And he wasn’t alone.

Too comfortable with another woman. They seemed entirely too close. Panicking, I crouched behind the railing.

“That’s him,” I pointed to Daniel, my hand trembling. “Him, with her.”

I expected Daniel to voice something comforting. Instead, he tensed up beside me, subtly dropping down to spy as well.

“That’s… Brenda,” he said, less as a question, more concerned.

We both spied through the railing like children, my fiancé with his wife. Betrayed by our closest ones.

I met Daniel’s eye. “They’re… cheating on us with each other.”

“This is like a bad sitcom.”

He hushed me for silence as we strained to listen to their chat, Brenda chatting calmly of her plans of leaving Daniel and using his wealth. Mark, shockingly supportive of this scheme.

“Are you… wealthy?” I inquired, amused.

“Not quite,” he said with a bitter chuckle.

For a moment, we sat frozen, reflecting on the ridiculousness of it all. A mere second later, a spark ignited in Daniel’s gaze.

“Why don’t we give them a taste of their own medicine?” he proposed.

“Meaning?” I asked, awaiting the plan he clearly thought about.

His grin hinted adventure. “Let’s fake being in love, make a scene when we know where they’ll dine tonight. It’ll give them something to buzz about.”

My mind struggled with the craziness of the idea.

“It’s… ludicrous.”

“Precisely,” Daniel confirmed. “The perfect kind of ludicrous.”

It was childish, absurd, unlike me. Yet exactly what I needed.

Hours passed as we plotted. Daniel, surprisingly, had a keen eye for fashion. At one point, he assessed my wardrobe distastefully.

“You dress as if you’re a grandma at 40,” he teased.

“Excuse me?” I laughed. “Thought this sophisticated, refined look was your type.”

Then, unexpectedly, he produced a breathtaking red dress from his bag.

“Bought this for Brenda,” he quipped with confidence, offering it to me. “But looks like it’ll flatter you far more.”

I stared between him and the dress and laughed. Things were definitely about to get interesting.

***

That evening, stepping from the taxi, I felt… powerful for the first time in days. Daniel dressed sharply, looked like a cover model. And as for me…?

Well, let’s say the red dress unveiled a version of me I barely knew. Unrecognizable in the best way.

“Ready?” Daniel asked, extending an arm and a grin.

“As ready as I’ll get,” I replied, taking his arm confidently.

We strolled into the restaurant like we owned the stage. The moment we walked past Mark and Brenda, their eyes locked on us.

Mark’s jaw dropped. Brenda froze, fork suspended. I held Daniel’s arm tighter, resisting my giggle. It was perfect.

Stopping at their table, Daniel leaned in, his voice clear.

“Care to join us for dinner? Such a small world, indeed.”

Mark and Brenda exchanged uneasy glances, offering a tepid nod. What followed turned into an awkwardly amusing dinner I cherished.

Brenda barely spoke. Mark visibly uncomfortable, shifting. Daniel, charmingly composed, flourished with charisma.

“So, how long in Spain, Mark, Brenda?” Daniel queried casually.

“A few days,” Mark mumbled. “Just… a spontaneous getaway.”

Daniel seamlessly floated, “Oh, spontaneous! Love such trips. We ought to try, eh darling?”

I smiled, adorning Mark’s baffled look. “Certainly. Spontaneity can be thrilling. But nothing rivaling your trip!”

Mark turned crimson; Brenda’s poise frayed.

“We… were about to leave,” Brenda murmured.

Then, Daniel’s grand finale. He retrieved a velvet box, slowly opening it to reveal exquisite diamond earrings.

“Brenda, these were for you. But I think they better suit my dear Rebecca.”

Brenda’s look of horror was priceless, my grin uncontainable.

“You’ll never see my dime,” Daniel stated, his tone suddenly no-nonsense. “Let’s consider this a closure.”

A wink from Daniel prompted our exit, arm steered. Despite not what I’d foreseen boarding that flight, I realized I’d released a life I erroneously craved. And instead discovered something wiser. I found myself.

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This narrative is influenced by real-life accounts and penned by a professional writer. All events and characters depicted are fictional. Images are for illustrative purposes only.