Imagine the shock of walking in on your fiancé proposing, only it’s not to you, and the ring is an identical copy of yours. That’s what happened to me, Jessica. But here’s the twist: I don’t take betrayal sitting down.

Jack, my fiancé, proposed to me after just six months, making me believe it was a love story for the ages. But life had other plans. A work opportunity in another city strained our relationship. When I surprised him at our favorite restaurant, I found him proposing to another woman.

People clapped as he dragged me outside, revealing his plan to marry her for money, then divorce her. Disgusted, I agreed to keep quiet, but I had a different plan. In the restroom, I revealed everything to his fiancée. Together, we confronted him, exposing his scheme.

Walking away, I knew I hadn’t married that scumbag. Sometimes, the best revenge is moving on.