My Fiancé Said He Was on a Christian Retreat with His Male Cousins – But What I Discovered in His Bible Made Me End Things

I used to believe Aaron was the perfect, God-fearing fiancé. That belief shattered the day I found his “camping trip” gear untouched in the basement—including the Bible he swore never left his side.

Inside it, hidden among the pages he claimed held sacred reflections, I found love notes—lipstick kisses, motel receipts, and one chilling line: “Meet me at the cabin again soon.”

My hands shook as I called the motel. “Aaron and Claire,” the clerk confirmed. Claire. My best friend. My maid of honor.

I confronted her. Silence. Then she hung up. Guilty.

Aaron came home, frantic. “It was a mistake! She means nothing!” he cried.

But I’d already seen the truth. “Your Bible told me everything,” I said coldly.

Then I dropped the final blow: “I haven’t called Claire’s husband yet… but I will.”

He collapsed. I walked out.

Betrayed? Yes. Broken? No. Because I saw the truth before saying “I do.” And that truth set me free.