I Paid an Actor to Be My ‘Groom’ at a Fake Wedding to Get Revenge on My Ex, but Then We Had a Dramatic Plot Twist

I hired an actor to be my “groom” at a fake wedding, all to get revenge on my cheating ex. But as we stood at the altar, exchanging fake vows and a not-so-fake kiss, I never could have predicted how this elaborate charade would completely upend my life.

I never thought I’d be the kind of person to stage a fake wedding for revenge. But there I was, staring at my phone, scrolling through photos of Charlie and Samantha’s latest date night. My stomach churned.

“Screw this,” I muttered, tossing my phone aside. That’s when the idea hit me. If Charlie wanted to flaunt his new relationship, I’d show him I could do one better.

I called my cousin Tess. “Hey, you still friends with that actor guy?”

“Ryan? Yeah, why?”

“I need a favor. A big one.”

Two days later, I was sitting across from Ryan in a coffee shop, outlining my ridiculous plan.

“So let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé at a fake wedding?”

I nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous. “I know it sounds crazy, but —”

“I’m in,” Ryan interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Sounds like fun.”

Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into wedding planning. Dress shopping, venue booking, inviting friends who were in on the plan — it was exhausting but exhilarating.

“You sure about this, Nat?” my friend Kira asked as we picked out flowers.

“Absolutely,” I lied, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.

I nodded, and our lips met. It was just acting, I told myself, ignoring the unexpected flutter in my chest.

After the ceremony, we posed for countless photos. Ryan’s arm around my waist felt oddly comforting.

“You’re a natural,” I murmured as we smiled for another shot.

“What can I say? I’m a method actor,” he winked.

That night, I posted a flurry of wedding photos on social media. “Found my true love,” I captioned one. “New beginnings,” on another.

“Are you sure about this?” Kira asked when I told her. “It’s not just part of the act?”

“It’s real,” I assured her. “Unexpected, but real.”

Things were going great until Charlie found out. He started spreading rumors that our relationship was a sham, that I was paying Ryan to be with me.

When Ryan heard, he was upset. “I thought we were past all this,” he said, his voice tight.

“We are!” I insisted. “Charlie’s just being a jerk.”

I smiled, watching Ryan chat animatedly with the photographer. “Sometimes the craziest plans lead to the best outcomes,” I mused.

As I reflect on everything that’s happened, I can’t help but marvel at the journey. What started as a misguided attempt at revenge led me to true love and personal growth I never expected.

Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. And while I wouldn’t recommend staging a fake wedding as a path to happiness, I can’t regret the choices that led me here — to Ryan, to love, and to a future brighter than I ever imagined.