I sold my parents’ lake house and my car to fund Jake’s dream farm, trusting every word he whispered about “our future.” That morning, I kissed him goodbye and left for the bank with every last cent we had. But when his phone rang in my purse — we’d switched by mistake — a woman’s soft voice said, “I’ve been waiting for you all night…” My world cracked wide open.
Instead of going to the bank, I followed the trail. The texts on his phone made it clear — Jake wasn’t just chasing a farm, he was chasing her. When I confronted the woman, Alex, she was just as shocked as I was. She thought she was the one Jake planned to marry, and she’d already sold her inheritance for him. Two women, two lies — and one man playing us both.
So we set a trap. I told Jake I’d wired him the money; Alex promised she’d hand over the rest. At the restaurant, I watched from the next table as he swore his love to her while blaming me for “bleeding him dry.” That was our signal. I tore off a wig, leaned over his shoulder, and said sweetly, “Hi, honey. Looks like your big deal’s almost closed, huh?” He went pale.
