As a high-end wedding planner, I thought I had seen it all. But nothing could have prepared me for the day I organized a lavish wedding for a wealthy heiress named Victoria. The event was flawless, with every detail perfectly executed. The moment the groom’s limousine arrived, I was eager to finally meet the mysterious man who had left all the planning to his bride. When the door opened, my world stopped. Stepping out was my own husband, Jacob, who had vanished six months earlier after emptying our joint bank accounts. He was using a fake name and was about to marry another woman.
I was frozen in disbelief. This was the man I had loved and trusted, the one who had disappeared without a word, leaving me heartbroken and in financial ruin. Now he was here, smiling and shaking hands as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I knew I had to expose him. I confronted him in front of the guests, but he denied knowing me. Victoria’s brother, a detective, nearly had me removed from the event. But I wasn’t giving up that easily. I devised a clever plan to catch him in the act. With the help of a makeup artist friend, I disguised myself as Victoria’s elderly aunt and presented a fake valuable diamond to the crowd. As I predicted, Jacob took the bait and tried to steal it, leading to his arrest. Victoria was grateful, and she even offered me a job as her personal assistant. Sometimes, the best revenge is living well and turning the page on your own terms.
