After 35 years of being the “reasonable one,” I found my fiancé in bed with my best friend—no apology, just betrayal. I walked out, vowing never to make life so easy for a man again.
That night, I met Adam—my taxi driver with warm brown eyes and a quiet kindness I hadn’t felt in years. Mid-breakdown, I joked about marrying someone out of spite. “Why not tomorrow?” I asked. He didn’t laugh.
By morning, we were standing at the courthouse. I wore my unworn wedding dress. He wore a navy suit. It was revenge. A stunt.
Until the next day, when he showed me a photo: Adam wasn’t just a driver—he was heir to a billionaire, choosing simplicity over status. We spent a weekend on his yacht, just to spite my ex. But then… dinners, laughter, love.
Two years later, we have a daughter named Ava. That “stunt” wedding? Still going strong.
Some say it was reckless. Maybe.
But sometimes, a broken heart leads you exactly where you’re meant to be.
