I never thought I’d call off my wedding—until I found out my fiancé’s “boys’ trip” was actually a romantic getaway with his ex.
Jared had been acting strange in the weeks leading up to our wedding, but I brushed it off as pre-wedding jitters. Then I stumbled upon his flight confirmation—he and Miranda, his ex of three years, were booked for a week in Cancún. His excuse? “We need closure before I marry you.”
Heartbroken but determined, I reached out to Liam, my ex from college who’d always been my “what if.” Together, we decided to give Jared a taste of his own medicine. We showed up at the airport the same day, luggage in hand, acting like we were jetting off together. Jared’s face went pale.
But the joke turned serious when Liam suggested we actually take the trip. Seven days in the sun, talking for hours, remembering why we’d fallen for each other in the first place. By the time we landed back home, I knew—I was calling off the wedding.
A year later, Liam and I said “I do” in a quiet beach ceremony. Jared? He never got his closure with Miranda. But I got mine—and a love I should’ve never let go.
