My Ex-Husband Invited Me to His Wedding, so I Hired an Actor as My Plus-One
We both realized the same thing at once.
We had shown up as revenge dates against the same affair.
Back at my apartment, we opened champagne, laughed until our sides hurt, and talked for hours. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen by someone who understood exactly what betrayal does to a person.
We did not rush anything after that.
We texted. Then had dinner. Then went to a small theater downtown.
And slowly, something real grew between us.
Eight months later, I still do not know where this story ends.
But I know this:
Adam invited me to his wedding because he wanted to see me lonely.
Instead, I walked in with the man whose life he had also helped ruin—and together, we watched his perfect celebration fall apart.
Then I went home with the first decent man I had met in years.
