My Fiancé Cheated On Me, So I Teamed up with His Lover’s Husband for Ultimate Revenge — Story of the Day

I raised my hand to shush him as we strained to hear their conversation. Brenda’s voice floated up, calm and collected like she was talking about the weather.

She was telling Mark her plan to divorce Daniel and live off the money she’d get from him. Mark, to my horror, was encouraging her, saying how great it would be.

I chuckled. "Are you… rich?"

"Not rich enough for her." He let out a bitter laugh.

We sat there for a moment, absorbing the insanity of the situation. Then, Daniel’s face lit up with an idea.

"Why don’t we give them a taste of their own medicine?"

"What do you mean?"

His kind of grin suggested nothing good was about to happen.

"Let’s pretend we’re madly in love. Make a scene. We know where they’ll be having dinner tonight. Let’s give them something to talk about."

My brain was struggling to keep up with the absurdity of the suggestion.

"That’s… ridiculous."

"Exactly," Daniel said. "It’s the perfect kind of ridiculous."

It was childish, absurd, and completely out of character for me. But it was exactly what I needed.

For the next few hours, we plotted. Surprisingly, Daniel had a sharp sense of style. At one point, he looked at my wardrobe and groaned.

"You dress like a grandma at 40," he teased.

"Excuse me?" I laughed. "I thought you liked this sophisticated, mature look."