Two weeks ago, I married my husband—and he invited his ex. She showed up in a silver gown more stunning than mine, acting like the day was hers. When I asked her to leave, he and his mom said I was “overreacting.”
After the wedding, I moved into the house he’d once shared with her. Her name was still on the mailbox. She had a key. She’d drop by, cook dinner, even wear his old shirts. He said I was too sensitive.
Then I found out he paid for her dress—the one she wore to our wedding—while I wore a clearance-rack gown. Later, a stranger messaged me: she’d been dating him just months before our wedding.
That was it. I packed my things, filed for an annulment, and left.
His ex later admitted he’d lied to her too. We realized we’d both been played.
Now I’m living by the coast, working at a bookstore café, and finally breathing again.
Because when someone truly wants a life with you, they don’t keep their ex’s ghost sitting at your wedding table. They make space for you.
