I thought proposing to Natalie would be the start of our forever. Instead, it was the beginning of a nightmare. It took weeks of betrayal to realize I’d never really known her at all.
I felt my heart pounding as I knelt down on one knee in our living room. “Natalie,” I said, holding up the small velvet box, “will you marry me?” Her eyes went wide with surprise, then softened as she smiled.
A man proposing his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney
“Yes, yes, of course, yes!” she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She threw her arms around me, and I slipped the ring onto her finger. It sparkled just the way I’d hoped. I stood up, and we embraced, imagining the future we’d always talked about.
It felt perfect. We’d been together for two years, and it seemed like we wanted the same things—marriage, a family, a home. “We’ve always been on the same page,” I thought. “Same values, same future plans.”
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For the next week, everything was blissful. We told our families, and everyone was excited for us. We started talking about wedding plans, making lists, and dreaming of our future together.
Then, out of nowhere, things started getting weird.
A couple planning their wedding | Source: Midjourney
One night, I came home from work and found six women in my kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, confused. The countertops were covered with all the fancy food I’d been saving—caviar, fine cheeses, imported snacks—the works.
Natalie turned to me, smiling like everything was normal. “Oh, hey! You’re home!”
I looked at her, then at the women, then back at her. “Who are they? I thought I knew all your friends.”
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She just laughed. “These are my inner circle. I didn’t introduce them earlier because I wanted to wait until we were a ‘sure thing.’”
They just nodded, barely acknowledging me. I watched one of them scoop out the last bit of caviar onto a cracker, and my stomach tightened. I pulled Natalie aside.
“I was saving that stuff for a special night. Why didn’t you ask me first?”
She waved her hand, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Don’t be such a buzzkill, David. It’s just food. We can buy more.”
A smiling woman brushing the subject off | Source: Midjourney
I bit my tongue, not wanting to start a fight. But it bothered me that she didn’t seem to care how I felt about it.
A few days later, it happened again. I came home to find the same group of women lounging on the couch, watching TV. More of my expensive snacks were gone. I felt my frustration building.
I waited until they left before saying anything. “Look, maybe next time we can plan this out? You didn’t even ask me.”
A man having a serious talk with his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney
Natalie sighed, rolling her eyes at me. “You’re such a buzzkill. They’re my friends, and this is my home too now.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Was I being unreasonable? We were engaged, so maybe this was what sharing a life was supposed to look like. But it still didn’t feel right.
After the fourth unannounced visit, I finally snapped. “I’m locking up the fridge, Natalie. I’m serious.”
A serious man standing next to his fridge | Source: Midjourney
She just laughed. “You’re no fun,” she said, waving me off. “You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”
Then she insisted I come to dinner with her “inner circle” at a fancy restaurant. I agreed, hoping it would help smooth things over, but the dinner was a disaster. She’d chosen a fancy restaurant, and I had agreed, thinking it might smooth things over after the last few weeks.
But the moment I walked in, I knew I’d made a mistake.
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They were already seated when we arrived. The women were dressed up, sipping on expensive cocktails. As soon as I sat down, the questions started.
“So, David, what exactly do you do again?” one of them asked, leaning forward with a sharp smile.
“I work in finance,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.
Another one chimed in, her voice dripping with curiosity. “Finance, huh? That must be good money. What kind of house do you have?”
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I blinked, surprised by how direct they were. “I have a place just outside the city.”
“Must be nice,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “How much did it cost?”
I hesitated. “I’d rather not discuss that.”
They exchanged glances, then changed the subject. But every time I asked them something, they dodged it.
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“So, what do you do?” I asked the one across from me.
“Oh, you know, a little of this, a little of that,” she said with a vague smile.
“Where are you from?” I tried again.
“Here and there,” another one said, shrugging.
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I felt like I was being stonewalled, but they kept digging into my life, my money, my plans for the future. Natalie just sat there, smiling like everything was fine. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t the woman I knew. The woman I fell in love with had clear boundaries and respected mine. This was a complete stranger.
Then the conversation took a turn that left me speechless. They started talking about relationships, modern ones, and what they called “evolving dynamics.”
Women talking in a restaurant | Source: Pexels
“Polyamory is so misunderstood,” one of them said, twirling her wine glass. “It’s all about love without limits.”
“Yeah, and staying friends with exes. It’s just being mature, right?” another added.
I glanced at Natalie, expecting her to be as uncomfortable as I was, but she was nodding along. “I mean, we shouldn’t be too hasty about these things,” she said lightly.
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I nearly choked on my drink. “What?” I said, staring at her. “You’ve always been clear about wanting monogamy. And you’ve never been into staying friends with exes.”
She looked at me with a small, tight smile. “People can change, David. It’s important to keep an open mind.”
I felt like the ground had shifted beneath me. Who was this person? The woman sitting next to me, agreeing with all these strangers, wasn’t the Natalie I knew. I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there, feeling completely blindsided.
A shocked man in the restaurant | Source: Midjourney
When the bill came, I was already planning my exit. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. But then one of the women slid the bill across the table towards me.
“You can cover this, right?” she said, almost like it was an order.
I stared at her, then looked at Natalie, waiting for her to say something.
She just shrugged. “Come on, you’re the guy.”
A man talking to the woman | Source: Pexels
I couldn’t believe it. My jaw tightened, but I didn’t want to make a scene. I paid for my part and stood up. “I’m done here,” I said, feeling utterly disrespected. I walked out without looking back.
The next day, I tried to talk to Natalie, but she brushed it off, saying I was being “fragile” and “toxic.” She apologized, blaming it on work stress, but I wasn’t buying it. Something was off, and I could feel it.
Then came the incident with the golf clubs.
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I was at work when I got an alert from my Nest Doorbell. I checked the footage and saw Natalie and one of her friends carrying my golf clubs out of the house. My expensive set, the one my dad gave me.
I called her immediately. “Natalie, why are my golf clubs leaving the house?”
She sounded annoyed. “Oh, I told you I was lending them to Emily’s boyfriend, remember?”
“No, you didn’t,” I said, feeling the anger rise. “Get them back here now.”
A man arguing with a woman | Source: Midjourney
She tried to argue, insisting that I’d agreed, but I cut her off. “You have one hour to return them, or I’m calling the cops.”
Forty-five minutes later, they were back, but they were dumped carelessly on the living room floor. No apology, no explanation. Just complete disregard for something that meant a lot to me.
I confronted her, but she started talking about my “toxicity” again. I’d had enough. “If this is your true self, maybe I made a mistake.”
A woman shouting at the man | Source: Midjourney
She freaked out, begging for another chance, blaming it on stress again. But I was done. I didn’t want to hear any more excuses.
The final straw came when she planned a party at my house without asking. I told her no, but she ignored me. So, on the day of the party, I changed the locks and went to a friend’s house.
My phone blew up with 14 missed calls.
“How dare you change the locks when I’ve got 15 people waiting outside?” she shouted when I finally answered.
A woman shouting into her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I told you no party, Natalie. Actions have consequences. We’re done.”
I hung up, went home, and walked past the confused guests standing outside. I locked the door behind me and blocked her number.
And that was it. The engagement was over. The woman I thought I knew was gone, replaced by someone I couldn’t trust. I felt a strange sense of relief as I locked the door behind me, shutting out the chaos and reclaiming my life.
A calm man in his living room | Source: Midjourney
I sat in the living room, the silence almost jarring after weeks of chaos. The ring sat on the coffee table, a small reminder of what I thought we had. I stared at it for a moment, then leaned back, feeling a sense of peace and clarity I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I Saw My Fiancé Proposing to Another Woman in Front of His Family
I Saw My Fiancé Proposing to Another Woman in Front of His Family
Imagine walking into a surprise that flips your world: your fiancé, on his knee, but not for you. Worst of all, the ring was an identical copy of yours. That happened to me, but here’s the thing: I don’t take betrayal lying down.
I’m Jessica, and I was living what I thought was a love story for the ages with Jack, my fiancé. The idea of a whirlwind romance is only really great in movies, where you don’t know what happens after the credits roll.
I was naive and thought Jack was the one. He proposed to me just six months into our relationship at my favorite restaurant. We even got applause from other people. I gushed about it to my friends, being a little braggy about it, and I believed all his promises. Our connection felt destined. Life, however, had its own plans.
Man putting a ring on a woman’s finger. | Source: Unsplash
I got an opportunity at work. It was just a six-month contract, but in another city four hours away. Jack and I made a plan to see each other once a month if the plane costs weren’t so high. That first month, he came to visit me, and we had a fantastic time, getting to know a new city together.
The second month, I went back, visited my family, and started wedding planning. We picked a date! It was supposed to be two months after my contract ended. After that, I got too busy. Jack did, too, at his job, or so I thought.
We didn’t see each other for an entire month. So, on a whim, I decided to surprise him. I flew back without telling him and headed straight to that same restaurant where this all began. I didn’t know if I wanted to plan a special dinner, but the staff knew me and would help.
The problem is that I didn’t expect to find Jack already there. And even worse, I saw him proposing to another woman at the very table where he had asked me to marry him. My jaw was on the floor the entire time, and for a second, I thought I was reliving my memory.
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People around them clapped. I think the woman had brought her family. Jack stood after putting the ring on his new fiancée and must have sensed something because he turned and saw me. His lips thinned, and I knew this was no mistake or misunderstanding.
I wanted to scream and shout and call him every name in the book. But nothing came out, and then, he said something to the other woman and rushed to me, determined.
“Let me go,” I seethed when he grabbed my arm, but he dragged me outside.
“Jessica, listen to me!”
Man wiht angry face, pointing his finger at his head. | Source: Unsplash
“I WON’T LISTEN TO ANYTHING, YOU SCUMBAG!”
“Don’t scream!” he snapped, staring daggers at my face. “This is for us!”
“What?” I asked, outraged.
“I’m only marrying Monica for her money. I’ll divorce her as soon as I can, and you and I will be able to retire early,” Jack said.
Was his explanation supposed to sway me? What the hell was he thinking? I didn’t say a word. He kept talking about meeting Monica a while ago and why this was a good idea. Spoiler: it wasn’t!
Moreover, all my love for him had vanished the second I saw him on his knee for someone else. In fact, as he kept talking, I started to think. I could walk away right now, and he would be happy, tricking this woman into marriage for her money.
Woman smirking. | Source: Unsplash
I didn’t have to let that happen. My face broke into a smile, and Jack grinned, too.
“I see you understand now,” he gushed. “So, you agree to keep this secret? We’d have to move our wedding date, but still…”
“Fine,” I said, nodding.
He asked me to leave, and I agreed. But when he wasn’t looking, I ran and hid in the restaurant bathroom. I knew Monica would have to come in.
When she walked in, I took a deep breath and told her everything. I showed her pictures of Jack and me, the texts, and, most damning of all, my engagement ring—which was identical to hers. Her mouth dropped just like mine.
Woman taking off a diamond ring. | Source: Shutterstock
I also told her why Jack was doing this and my plan. Monica was a gem. We walked together back to the dining area, and I had the pleasure of seeing Jack’s face go pale.
Almost as if we had planned it, Monica and I removed our rings and threw them at his face. The room went quiet, but soon, it was filled with our story. We told everyone what Jack had done to us and his scheme.
When we were done, Monica hugged me and went to her family. I walked away from the restaurant, with the entire staff watching in shock…and admiration. Telling my family wasn’t fun, and dealing with the aftermath was annoying.
But I had to look on the bright side: I hadn’t married that scumbag.
Woman walking through nature. | Source: Unsplash
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