Jared swore his bachelor trip was just hiking with friends. But days before, his groomsman Dylan let slip it was actually a “closure trip” with Jared’s ex. Details didn’t add up—Bali, Cancún, morning, evening—so I made a plan.
The next morning, I showed up at the airport in white—with Dylan. There was Jared, laughing with Miranda. His face drained when he saw me. I smiled, handed him an envelope, and said, “Here’s your closure.” Inside: annulment papers.
Gasps echoed through security as I walked away, dignity intact. Months later, Jared emailed that Miranda had left him and begged me back. I replied with a photo of me and Dylan at the beach: “Thanks for teaching me what I deserve. Hope you find closure—for real this time.” Then I blocked him.
Sometimes the best wedding is the one you cancel.
