My ex-husband was moving on, ready to marry again, but something about his fiancée didn’t sit right with me. At work, I overheard Lindsey—one of my waitresses—bragging about scamming her wealthy fiancé. The plan? Marry him, divorce him, take the money, and run back to her real boyfriend, Leo. My blood ran cold when I realized Aaron was the target.
When I warned Aaron, he didn’t believe me—said I was jealous. He shouted, accused me of not wanting him happy, and stormed off. But I couldn’t let him walk blindly into heartbreak. So I set a trap: a romantic dinner for two, just for Lindsey and Leo, under our restaurant’s cameras.
That night, Aaron came. He saw it all—Lindsey kissing Leo, laughing like it was all a game. She even threw her engagement ring at him when caught. Aaron left in silence, but I saw him break down outside, grief etched in every line of his face. My heart ached, even though I’d done the right thing.
Later, he showed up at my door, red-eyed and shaken. “You were right,” he whispered. I didn’t gloat—I never wanted to be right like this. He hugged me, and I hugged him back. Not as his ex-wife, but as someone who still cared enough to save him from being destroyed.
