He Married Me with Ulterior Motives—So I Rained Down Hell on Him

Early in my pregnancy, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I walked in on my fiancé and my best friend tangled in bed—the bed meant for our wedding night.

Neither of them showed a shred of remorse. Instead, my fiancé humiliated me further by publicly calling off our engagement, turning me into the laughingstock of everyone we knew.

Just when I thought I had hit rock bottom, Ian Seymour, my childhood friend, suddenly dropped to one knee before me.

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he said. “I’ll take responsibility.