Love grows further within you when there's trust in the relationship. However, when that trust is betrayed, love quickly dies. And when your partner cheats on you, I believe it doesn't happen from a lack of love. I feel it comes from an insufficiency of respect and selfishness.

Tristan's always shown me love. And he's given me everything I always wanted, as I did in return. But somewhere in our relationship, something went wrong. And that's okay—things happen. I'm just glad I discovered what I had before we said our I do's. The last thing I want to do is spend all my money on a dream wedding that'll only soon end in a messy divorce.

"So, when will you fill us in with what you're up to?" Alondra asked as I lifted the doormat outside Tristan's front door to grab his spare key. "And what were those strange comments about Tristan you said to us earlier?"

"What I said to you girls is true," I told my friends as I shoved the key into the door lock. Then, with my hand on the door handle, I turned, facing Alondra, smiling. "Remember when you told me you saw Tristan and Harvey at the mall and thought it seemed like they were acting a little too friendly with one another?"

"Yeah," Alondra acknowledged, her eyes slowly widening. "Why?"

"Well. You were right about what you saw. They have been a bit friendly with one another... and. They involved Miranda with their sexual escapades."

All the girls, in unison, squealed, "What?!"

I opened the door for them, saying, "Apparently, Harvey and Tristan discovered they're into open-faced sandwiches and polishing sausages."

"No way! Are you serious?" Jasmine vocalized, surprised as she stepped inside. "If that's true. How the hell have you been so quiet? And why haven't you said anything to us about it until now? The night before you get married?"

I set my bag on the floor, then turned to my curious friends, giving them my reasoning behind my zipped lips. "I haven't said anything because I'd been plotting my revenge since finding out, and I didn't want it getting back to Tristan."

"None of us would've said anything," Trisha said. Looking at me with a hurt look in her eye and her hands firmly gripping her hips, she wondered, "Now I'm curious, and I'm sure the others are as well. How long have you known about this?"

"About a week or two after Tristan returned from his "work trip" two months ago," I said, finger-quoting work trip.

Jasmine's face turned to shock.

"Girl, how have you been so calm all this time? I would've immediately confronted my man if I learned he was betraying me. Actually, I wouldn't have confronted him. I would've gone Mike Tyson on him! How on Earth did you not beat the shit out of him after you found this out?"

It was hard not to. There were many times I had a chance to show him what I knew and beat the crap out of him, but I chose to wait for the right time to expose his infidelity ways—our wedding.

I shrugged a shoulder. "I figured the best way to get revenge would be to remain calm and play it off by acting as if I knew nothing. Since I knew the wedding was only a couple of months away, I felt the best way to wreak vengeance on Tristan would be to embarrass him in front of his family at the wedding."

"Is this why he asked that you go cheap on the wedding?" Kristine asked.

"Probably," I nonchalantly said. "Tristan's dad did lose a lot of money when the stock market crashed. That wasn't a lie. But in all honesty, I don't believe his parents asked for their money back. Instead, I feel Tristan wanted me to go cheap because he had a guilty conscience. He knew he'd been unfaithful and felt guilty that his parents were paying for our wedding. So, not wanting to upset them, he lied to me, telling me his parents wanted their money returned. Then, he insisted I go cheap to save him the embarrassment of his parents paying for a high-end wedding that he knows will fall apart."

"So, Harvey, Miranda, and Tristan have been doing the pump, suck, and munch?" Carmen asked, a stunned look on her face.

"You got it," I answered, lowering to my bag and unzipping it.

"This is just wild! How did you find out?" Kristine asked.

While removing the items from the bag and displaying them on the floor for them to see, I admitted, "One night, when Tristan came home from work, I noticed something was off with him. I didn't think anything of it until he was in the shower when his phone repeatedly went off. Assuming something was wrong, I looked. It was Harvey saying he couldn't believe it took them fifteen years to figure out they were more than best friends and how happy he was that Miranda understood what the two of them were trying to figure out and thrilled about her offering to have a threesome so they could continue exploring their sexual needs and desires."

All of my friends' eyes widened, and their mouths dropped.

Since there was more I wanted them to know, I continued, "Instead of forwarding Harvey's messages to my phone. I took pictures of them. Then, curious to see how stupid he was, I checked Tristan's photo gallery. The idiot had numerous pictures of the two and three of them having sex. There was also a photo of Miranda with both dicks on her lips. Then I looked at the dates taken, and my heart shattered when I saw it happened when he was supposedly out of town for work."

"He took pictures of them having sex and didn't lock his phone to keep you from seeing them?" Jasmine asked, surprised.

I laughed. "His phone was definitely locked. It took me days to figure out the password. After figuring it out, while he was asleep, I'd check his phone every night until last night. Any messages from Harvey and Miranda I took pictures of."

"I'm floored!" Trisha shouted. "I never would've suspected Tristan to do anything like this."

Me either.

"I never imagined it either. I was so shocked when I saw what I did. I didn't know what to say or think. Tristan never indicated that he was struggling with his sexual orientation. And given Harvey and Miranda are married, and how he's been friends with Tristan since they were ten years old, I never would've suspected they had a thing for each other."

"So, Tristan doesn't want his family to know he's been engaging in a sexual affair with his best friend and wants to continue with the wedding, using you as a prop to disguise the fact he likes men, too," Trisha said, coming up with the same conclusion I'd come up with.

"Exactly..." I agreed, holding up bags of glitter for my friends to grab. "I thought we'd pour this fun, shiny stuff on top of all his fan blades."

Carmen took the hot pink colored glitter bag from my hand, asking, "So what about tomorrow? Are you not showing up?"

The corners of my mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I'll be there. I'll put on a show by walking down the aisle with my father, looking happy as can be, and I'll also go through with the ceremony. But... when it comes time to say our vows, that's when I'll expose Tristan's infidelities."

Kristine's eyes grew wider yet. "How are you going to do that?"

"Tristan doesn't know this yet, but I informed the priest the other day that I wrote my own vows. And I told him that while saying my vows, there'll be a slideshow playing for our guests to see."

"I'm nervous already for you," Alondra said, a worried look in her eye. "What do you think Tristan and Harvey will do or even say when that happens?"

I shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know, and I don't care. It's not like they can lie about what they did since the evidence will be out in the open for the entire world to see."

"I can't believe you're planning to expose him like that in a house of worship," Jasmine scolded. "Isn't that huge a no-no?"

"Again, I don't care. For the last two months, Tristan played me for a fool. Now it's time to make him look like one. So... are you all ready to have some fun?"

My friends looked down at the display of items I spread out on the floor, and then they looked at the bags of glitter I handed them. Trisha looked at me, nervousness written all over her face. "Tristan could press charges on us for this. Especially if we ruin his property,"

Like it wasn't a big deal, I shrugged, saying, "So? He can do whatever he wants. He has been anyway, so why not get him back for embarrassing me and making me look like someone I'm not? If he needed more than just me, he should've called off the wedding and broken up with me. But no. He continued acting like I was the only one he loved, and we'd be happy spending the rest of our lives together. So, he deserves this. If the coward calls the police, then so be it. I'll expose him again in court."

Kristine excitedly clapped her hands. "There's no way I'm letting Tristan throw dust in Kinsley's eyes or allow him to mislead her any longer. Cheaters always need to be exposed, and I refuse to let her do this alone. He's the asshat." She aimed her finger at me. "Not you." She spun on her heel, looking around the home, and excitedly shouted, "All right, girls. Let's do this!"

I clapped my hands. "Great! I'm glad you're willing to help!" I looked at the others and said, "I hope you are too."

"We are," the others said in unison.

My friends are awesome.

"I love you girls," I gushed, grinning from ear to ear. "Now. Let's have fun getting back at him." I cheerfully said, glad they're willing to help piss off Tristan. "I have more items in my trunk, which is still open."

When I drove away from Tristan's parent's home, I noticed him getting into Harvey's truck, which confirmed he wasn't driving for the rest of the night. So, I first went to Tristan's garage to see if he brought his vehicle home. Excitement coursed through me when I saw it parked inside, and I began shaking the aerosol paint can.

On the driver and passenger side of his car, in hot pink, I spray-painted: I cheated on my fiancée with my best man, Harvey. On the windows, I used colored chalk and wrote: I'm a cheater.

One might say I'm being ridiculous or childish by spray painting his car. But they're not in my shoes. He lied, betrayed me, and took me as a fool. Instead of cheating on me and carrying on with his affair with his best friend and his wife, he should've broken up with me.

Cheaters don't deserve to be treated nicely.

When I returned inside and saw my friends pouring glitter on top of the fan blades, I headed to the bathroom, where I grabbed his toothbrush and used it to scrub the inside of the toilet. I returned it to the toothbrush holder, then added some odorless and colorless blue dye to his shampoo bottle. I also threw his razors into the garbage I'll be taking with me.

Next, I went out to my car, removed the blow-up dolls, brought them inside, blew them up, and positioned them on the bed with the female sandwiched between the two male blow-up dolls. Then I spray painted Three's a fucking crowd on the wall above the bed, where my lovely display of the blow-up dolls lay.

Kristine entered the room, and as she snapped pictures, she loudly cheered, "Oh, that's brilliant! I love it!"

Laughing, I responded, "I thought so, too!"

Her arm formed around my shoulders. "What else would you like us to do? Carmen and Trisha are hanging up the pictures all over the walls. Alondra used shaving cream to write I love the taste of bone sauce and cheater on his bathroom mirror." Kristine laughed. "And Jasmine is exposing Tristan's infidelity on some cheating websites she found online."

You can all do whatever your little hearts desire. "Whatever you can think of that'll embarrass Tristan and freak him out."

"Okay!" she sang.

Grabbing the toilet paper I'd brought, I went outside, toilet-papered all the trees and bushes in front of his house, and then hung up his boxers on the trees for his neighbors to see.

About a month ago, I found women's panties hidden in his car, along with briefs that weren't Tristan's. So, I brought those along and superglued them to his outside front window. Then, using the window chalk, I wrote the names of the owners of the undergarments below them. I also wrote: I hope having sex with your best friend and his wife was worth it!

They're right when they say time heals all wounds. When I first found out what Tristan had been up to before I killed him, I wanted to break up with him. I was hurt, angry, upset, confused, and depressed. I also wanted to call off the wedding. But after thinking about what I wanted to do, I felt the best way to get revenge on my cheating fiancé was to expose and embarrass him in front of his unsuspecting family at our wedding.

For two long months, I bit my tongue and pretended to be excited about marrying Tristan. It was tough acting like nothing was wrong and that I knew nothing, especially whenever Tristan tried having sex with me. Fearing he'd give me an STD or yeast infection, and the thought of the skank's rotten crotch touching my skin or Harvey's dried-up cum falling off Tristan's body onto mine, I came up with every excuse I possibly could to not give him my pussy.

Someone might accuse me of it being my fault Tristan strayed and continued doing it since I refused to give him sex, but that was never the case between us. In the five years we've been together, I gave him sex whenever he wanted it. It never mattered where we were or what time of the day it was; he got his dick wet from my pussy, and my mouth.

Howbeit, even though Tristan got his dick wet whenever he wanted, it still wasn't enough for him not to want to stuff another woman's muffin, fish for brown trout, or smoke the cockpipe.

So, if that's what Tristan enjoys and it makes him happy, he can continue doing it without me because I won't have any part in it. I refuse to share.

"What else do you have that you'd like us to do?" Carmen asked as she stepped beside me, admiring the artwork on Tristan's front window.

Facing her, I asked, "Did anyone turn off the water heater?"

"Jasmine did. And Trisha made a large heart in the middle of his living room with your battery-operated candles. She turned them on and placed the giant picture you had of Harvey and Tristan fucking right in the center of the heart." Carmen laughed. "And Kristine snapped pictures of everything we did."

"Perfect. Now, we need to go to the reception hall and finish setting everything up there." I raised my hand, dangling the key from my middle finger. "I stopped by there earlier and got a key from them. Once we're done with that... we're done for the night."

"What about the church stuff? How are you going to get that all there tomorrow?"

I grinned. "I was there this morning and set it all up."

Carmen's eyes widened. "They know what you're doing?"

"Somewhat," I admitted, grinning. "They know I'll have a slideshow playing during my vows." I snickered. "They don't know what exactly I'll be showing. They believe I'm showing pictures of Tristan and me."

"You're going to cause the priest to faint. If he doesn't do that, he'll want to douse you of holy water."

My eyes rolled at the last comment. "They need to douse Tristan in it," I scoffed. "He's the one hiding in a closet and holding onto dark secrets. I just hope his parents or grandparents don't have a heart attack and keel over from what they'll see."

"They just may," Carmen suggested, grimacing at the thought of it.

"His family needs to know. And what better time to expose his cheating ways than at our wedding?" I said, grinning wider, motioning her to follow me. "Come on, let's grab the others and head to the reception hall."

I may be losing my mind exposing Tristan this way, but I can't pretend with him any longer. After wasting five years of my life and this past year planning a wedding that'll never be, all because he couldn't remain faithful, Tristan's getting what's coming to him.

As a result of his selfishness, I'm giving him everything he deserves—humiliation.

When we got to the reception hall, I brought my friends to the kitchen, removed the cake from the refrigerator, and then set it on the counter for them to see what I'd done to it.

They all laughed after realizing what the wedding cake topper was.

"Girl, you didn't!" Jasmine squealed, then laughed harder. "Where in the world did you find those?"

"My mom made them," I admitted, laughing. Then, I shocked my friends when I proudly said, "My mom and dad are both in on this."

"Two dicks, a pussy between them, a picture of all three of them having sex behind it, and a sign saying: What goes around comes around. And another sign saying: In case you didn't know, karma has no menu. You're getting what you deserve. Have a happy life! I know I will! Kinsley," Kristine read out loud, laughing.

"Wow. That's good," Alondra gleefully said, smiling, her finger repeatedly pointing at the cake topper.

I brought them to the centerpieces and said, "These need to go on all the tables."

They busted out laughing again.

"I'm dead," Jasmine quipped, choking on her laughter. "And you'll be dead once Tristan finds you."

"I'm not worried," I happily said, brushing Jasmine's comment off as I eyed the pictures of Tristan swallowing Harvey's cock—balls deep, and of them having a threesome. Those will be displayed on either side of the cake. "Let's get this over with so we can go bar hopping, celebrating our shenanigans before the bars close."

If you cheat on a good woman, karma will ensure you end up with the shit you deserve. So it's a good thing I hired someone to take pictures of Tristan, Harvey, and Miranda's faces when they see what I've done—during the vows. After I leave the church. And at the reception hall when they get another one of my surprises.

Hopefully, all three of them will show up at the reception hall. If they don't, they have another thing coming because I have everything set up to be livestreamed. The live video will also go to all our attendees' cell phones, including theirs.

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