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My fiancé, Liam Evans, cheated on me the night before our wedding.
He forgot to change the default phone number in the hotel booking app-
So the confirmation text for his little “romantic getaway” got sent straight to my phone.
I showed up outside his hotel room with my family and half our wedding party-
And stood there listening to some seriously R–rated sounds coming from inside.
My brother banged on the door.
‘Open up! Vice squad!”
Liam opened the door… and nearly pissed himself when he saw everyone standing there.
And the girl in his bed?
The one he swore was “just a good friend“?
Naked. Hiding under the covers. Couldn’t even look at us.
slapped both of them. Hard.
‘Next time you get a room, genius, remember to update your contact info.”
‘And you? Congrats, the wedding’s yours now. Hope you like cake.”
Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day.
And the night before? I couldn’t sleep. Too excited. Too nervous. Too in love.
Liam and I had been together for seven years.
Back in high school, nobody thought we’d last.
We were the classic “teen couple that’s gonna crash and burn.”
Teachers gave us detention.
Our parents tried to break us up.
But somehow, through all the drama, we stuck it out.
Time, distance, fights–it only brought us closer.
After seven years, people actually called us “couple goals.”
Both our families finally got on board.
We all sat down at my parents‘ house and picked a date together like one big happy Brady Bunch.
We settled on Memorial Day weekend-
Perfect timing, but hell to plan.
Every decent venue and vendor was booked solid.
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Our parents worked their asses off to pull it together.
Then three months ago, I started feeling sick and lost my appetite.
Turns out I was pregnant.
Liam saw the test results and just broke down crying-
Like full–on sobbing, holding the paper like it was made of gold.
I took every photo we’d ever taken together, threw in our engagement video and my ultrasound results, and made a reel.
I posted it on TikTok, and it went viral overnight.
Hundreds of thousands of likes.
People in the comments were all,
“This is what real love looks like.”
‘Maybe I can believe in love again.”
They said we were lucky-
That we’d found the right person at the right time.
And I believed that too.
Tomorrow was the big day.
I couldn’t stop imagining how beautiful it would be.
How I’d walk down the aisle, how he’d look at me like I was his entire world.
I got out of bed–again–walked to the vanity,
Lifted up my invisible dress and did a little twirl in the mirror.
“Liam’s lucky as hell,” I whispered to myself, blushing like a fool.
Just as I was heading back to bed,
My phone buzzed.
I picked it up and saw a text message:
“Mr. Liam Evans, your reservation for the Lovers‘ Suite at XXX Hotel, Room 312, has been confirmed. Please check in at the front desk.”
I blinked.
Spam? Scam?
These days even smart people get fooled–hackers fake everything now.
I almost ignored it.
But then I remembered something.
Back in college, we used to sneak off on weekend trips–he once set the default contact number in his hotel app to my phone.
“Babe,” he’d grinned, “this way, wherever I go, you’ll know.”
I laughed at the time.
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“What, you think I don’t trust you or something?”
He said, “If I ever lie to you, may God strike me down with lightning!”
It felt so sweet back then.
So pure.
Then COVID hit, and the getaways stopped.
We graduated. Started working.
Life got busy.
We forgot all about that old setting.
But now, I stared at that message for a full minute.
Was Liam booking a room… with someone else?
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