After their marriage was arranged due to a business agreement between their parents, Jason and Aria had no choice but to get to know each other quickly. A few months in, the couple were expecting their first baby. But now that Lily is seven months old, Aria begins to wonder if Jason is really happy…
I wasn’t supposed to overhear it. But maybe I was meant to.
There’s something about family gatherings that always feels familiar. Warm. Chaotic. Comforting.
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Today was no different.
Our daughter, Lily, was seven months old, and every time we visited Jason’s parents, she was the center of attention. Jason’s mom fussed over her, while his aunts and uncles passed her around, taking turns cooing and doting on her.
I sat on the couch outside, watching them, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.
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“She’s just such a beautiful baby, Aria,” Jason’s aunt said. “Look at those eyes!”
I smiled at her, wondering how different everything could have been if Jason’s family hadn’t accepted us as we were.
Jason was in the kitchen with his mom, helping prepare dinner and getting everything ready for the grill outside. He always seemed so at ease in these moments, slipping effortlessly into the role of devoted son, loving husband, and doting father.
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It hadn’t always been that way. At least, not in the beginning.
We were married young. I mean, I was only 20, and Jason had just turned 21. Our marriage was arranged by our parents in an effort to strengthen a business deal.
At first, I hated everything about it. I mean, Jason and I were only given two months to get to know each other before the wedding.
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I wasn’t sure if love could grow in such a short amount of time. Especially between two people who were practically strangers.
But we tried.
And day by day, we learned each other’s quirks, built trust, and started creating a life together.
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“I know that our relationship is based on our parents, Ari,” Jason said one day when we were getting ice cream together. “But we’ve both decided that we’re in this for the long haul. Right?”
“Right,” I agreed, adding chocolate sauce to my sundae.
“We can be happy, Aria,” he said, picking the cherry off my ice cream.
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Things moved fast after that. We got married at a vineyard my father owned. And just a few months into our marriage, I found out I was pregnant with Lily.
The news hit us unexpectedly, and we were both hesitant about keeping our baby.
“What do you want to do?” he asked me one morning when I sat and looked at the pregnancy test.
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“Keep her. I think the baby is a girl,” I said.
And just like that, it was decided.
Neither of us were prepared for it, but Jason stepped up in ways I hadn’t expected. After the business deal went through, my parents moved to a different state, leaving me to fend for myself in my marriage with a baby on the way.
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Instead, Jason spoke to his parents and decided to take a year off work from his job at his father’s company to support me.
From that moment on, he was by my side, through every bout of morning sickness, every doctor’s appointment, and every sleepless night.
I leaned into his support, but at the back of my mind, I wondered if he ever felt the weight of it all. Jason was many things, but emotional wasn’t one of them. He rarely talked about his feelings and what this new life together meant to him.
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But today, as the noise of family surrounded me, I couldn’t help but think about how far we’d come.
I stood up and quietly headed down the hallway, planning to check on Jason and Salma, my mother-in-law, in the kitchen.
But halfway there, I heard his voice.
I paused, not wanting to interrupt. He was speaking in a tone that I’d never quite heard before.
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“I don’t know what I’d do without Aria and Lily, Mom,” Jason said softly.
I froze in place, my heart pounding. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but something about the way Jason said my name held me captive.
His voice lowered.
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“She’s changed my life, Mom. Like before, I was just interested in parties and chilling on the boat. But now? I wake up every day and think about how lucky I am. I mean, I never really imagined this kind of happiness.”
I stayed hidden just around the corner from the kitchen arch, straining to hear every word. My mind raced as I tried to process the depth of his emotion.
Jason wasn’t the kind of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve like this. And if I’m being really honest, I had been wondering whether our little life was good enough for him.
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We had gone from strangers to married to being parents in less than a year. Everything was rushed. So, I wondered whether his feelings for me were true.
But now? Hearing this?
I wasn’t so insecure anymore.
“I wouldn’t be half the man I am without her,” he continued.
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There was a pause, and all I could hear was something being chopped.
“That’s beautiful, honey,” Salma said. “I’m glad that you feel this way. You know, when Dad and Aria’s father came to their arrangement, I wasn’t sure about it because of your age. I thought that we were setting you two up for divorce or failure in general. But you guys hit it off and made something wonderful.”
“I don’t tell Ari enough, but she’s everything to me. And Lily, my God! That little girl has taught me more about love than I ever thought possible.”
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“That’s the love of a parent, my boy,” Salma said. “And the feeling that comes with being in love and at peace with your relationship.”
Tears filled my eyes, and I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to hold back the sob that threatened to escape.
Jason had no idea that I was there, listening to the most beautiful confession I had ever heard. I wanted to run into the kitchen, wrap my arms around him, and tell him how much those words meant to me.
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But I stayed rooted to my spot, overwhelmed by the weight of what I’d just overheard.
Instead, after a few minutes, I walked outside to join the rest of the family as they played with Lily.
I sat down, pretending everything was normal. I mean, it was, but it was also so much better. The world seemed brighter.
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I had been worrying about our future and whether we even had a future lined up. We were young, I knew that. But a part of me always felt like we were doomed from the start.
And I had always known that he cared, but I didn’t know he felt this deeply.
How had I missed that?
Was I too caught up in being Lily’s mother? Had I been ignoring Jason?
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That evening, after we returned home and put Lily to bed, the silence between us felt heavy. Jason sat beside me on the couch, his hand resting on my knee as he ate some of the leftover dessert we brought home.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said, his voice soft. “Is something on your mind?”
I bit my lip, unsure of how to begin.
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I wanted to tell him everything I’d heard, but I didn’t know how Jason would react.
Finally, I took a deep breath.
“I overheard you today… when you were in the kitchen with your mom.”
Jason’s eyes widened for a moment before he glanced down.
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“What did you hear?” he asked.
“You said… you said that you wouldn’t be the man you are without me. You said I’m everything to you.”
“You heard that?” he gasped.
I nodded.
“I was coming to see if you guys needed help. Lily was with the rest of the family. Jason, I had no idea. I mean, I knew you loved me, but hearing you say that…”
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“Aria, I meant it,” he said quietly. “I don’t say it enough. I know that. But it’s true, Aria. You’ve made me a better person, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Without Lily. You two are everything.”
The next day, I wanted to show Jason how much his words meant to me. I spent most of the day cooking his favorite meal, and I decorated the house with candles and notes detailing all the things I loved about him written down.
When Jason walked in that evening, his face lit up.
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“What’s all this?” he asked, smiling.
“This,” I said. “Is my way of saying thank you. For everything.”
We put Lily to bed and had our romantic dinner. And in that moment, I realized that arranged marriage or not, we were happy. And we were in love.
And that we had made it.
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My Fiancé Humiliated Me in His Wedding Vows — He Regretted It Later
As Emily walks down the aisle, she feels as though she is finally living her wedding dream. The dress is perfect just like the venue, music, and her groom. Until it’s time for the vows when Jason completely humiliates her in front of everyone. But later, he gets a taste of his own medicine.
It was the day that I had been waiting for. After months of wedding planning and dieting to fit into my dream dress. This was the moment.
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“Come on, darling,” my father said, holding out his hand, ready to walk me down the aisle to Jason.
“How do you feel?” my father asked me, kissing my forehead.
“Happy,” I said simply. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years now, Dad.”
We walked down the aisle to soft music that I had chosen months ago. The guitarist perched on a wooden stool.
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“You look beautiful, Emily,” Jason said, taking my hand from my father.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
My Neighbor Knocked on My Door with Tears in Her Eyes – ‘Your Husband Is a Monster,’ She Cried
The knock was urgent, desperate, like someone fleeing for their life. When I opened the door, my neighbor stood there, her face streaked with tears. What she said next didn’t just shake me — it destroyed me.
That day started like any other, with no sign of the chaos that was about to turn my world upside down. It was my day off, and I was finally getting some much-needed time to myself.
Woman relaxing at home with a glass of wine | Source: Midjourney
My husband, Andrew, had already left for work, and our two kids, Mia and Ethan, were at school. I enjoyed the silence as I cleaned the house, blissfully unaware of the storm heading my way.
Andrew and I had been married for twelve years. He was the kind of man who turned heads at social events—charming, confident, and always dressed to impress.
As a manager at the same mid-sized company where I worked as the HR person, he was well-respected and admired by colleagues. To the outside world, we had the perfect life: two steady incomes, two healthy kids, and a beautiful home in a quiet suburb.
Mother and her children enjoying picnic | Source: Midjourney
But as I look back now, I wonder if the perfection was just a façade—if I had been blind all along.
Andrew could be intense. He was possessive, though he masked it well. At parties, he would casually slide an arm around my waist and steer me away from conversations he deemed “too friendly.” If I wore something he thought was too revealing, he’d laugh it off but say something like, “That dress is for my eyes only, right?”
I brushed it off at the time, convincing myself it was his way of showing he cared. After all, he could be incredibly thoughtful, too. He never missed an anniversary or birthday, always showering me with flowers, jewelry, or handwritten notes that made me feel cherished.
Couple having a romantic dinner | Source: Midjourney
But then there was the flirting. Andrew had an effortless charm that drew people to him, and he knew it. He’d flash that disarming smile at waitresses, neighbors, and even my coworkers. And whenever I brought it up, he’d tilt his head, look genuinely hurt, and say, “Emma, you know you’re the only one for me.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe we had something special. So I ignored the small cracks—the late-night work meetings, the occasional phone call he’d step outside to take. It was easier to trust him than to face the possibility that my instincts might be right.
But the truth? The truth was waiting, just on the other side of that knock at my door.
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Just as I was finishing vacuuming the living room, an ear-splitting bang shook me out of my thoughts. Someone was pounding on the door like their life depended on it.
When I opened it, I found my neighbor, Melissa, standing there. She was shaking and had tears streaming down her face. Melissa was usually the epitome of poise — a 35-year-old woman who worked in PR and always seemed calm under pressure. But now she was a complete mess.
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“Melissa? What happened?” I asked, my heart already racing.
Before she could answer, I noticed movement behind her. About 30 feet away, sprinting toward the house, was my husband, Andrew. The same Andrew who was supposed to be at work. His face was pale, his tie out of line, and he looked furious.
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“YOUR HUSBAND IS A MONSTER!” Melissa screamed, her voice cracking as she clutched the doorframe.
“What the hell is going on?!” I shouted back, caught between confusion and dread.
Melissa grabbed my arm and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut behind her.
“You need to listen to me,” she said, her voice trembling. “This isn’t something I can stay silent about anymore.”
Andrew’s fists pounded on the door. “Open up, Emma! Whatever she’s saying, it’s not true!”
But the fear in Melissa’s eyes told me otherwise.
Sad woman standing on the door | Source: Midjourney
“Start talking,” I demanded, my voice low but firm.
She took a deep breath, as though gathering every ounce of courage she had.
“Emma, I’m… I’m Andrew’s mistress.”
The words hit me like a truck.
“I’m sorry, what?” I said my voice barely above a whisper.
“For two years now,” she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. “He told me he was going to leave you. He said he loved me. I believed him.”
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“Melissa, stop,” I said, shaking my head. “This can’t be true. You’re lying.”
“I wish I were,” she said, her eyes welling up again. “But I have proof. Texts. Photos. And… and I’m pregnant, Emma. A month ago, he promised he’d be there for me, for the baby.”
I staggered back, trying to process what she was saying. My stomach churned as the reality began to sink in.
“Pregnant?” I managed to choke out.
“Yes,” she said, her voice breaking. “And today, he told me that he won’t leave you or the kids. Instead, he offered me fifty thousand dollars to have the baby and give it up to a shelter.”
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Andrew’s pounding on the door grew louder.
“She’s lying!” he shouted. “Don’t listen to her!”
Melissa flinched at the sound of his voice but pressed on. “I couldn’t stay silent after that. I couldn’t let him manipulate me anymore. You deserve to know who he really is.”
My knees gave way, and I sank onto the couch. My mind was racing, but every thought was like a jagged shard cutting deeper into me. This couldn’t be happening. Not Andrew. Not the man I had built my life with.
“Show me,” I said, my voice barely audible.
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Melissa hesitated, then pulled out her phone. She opened a folder filled with photos and screenshots of texts. There he was — Andrew — smiling at her in selfies, sending her messages about how much he missed her, and promising her a future together.
My throat tightened as I scrolled through the damning evidence.
Behind the door, Andrew’s voice turned desperate. “Emma, please! Let me in! Let me explain!”
I stood up and walked to the door, my hands shaking. I didn’t open it but leaned against it, speaking through the wood.
“Andrew,” I said, my voice cold and steady, “is it true?”
There was a long pause. Then, in a voice that was barely a whisper, he said, “I can explain.”
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That was all the confirmation I needed.
“You need to leave,” I said. “Now.”
“Emma, please! Let me —”
“Leave, Andrew!” I shouted, my anger finally boiling over. “If you don’t, I’m calling the cops.”
There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of his footsteps retreating.
Melissa was still standing in the living room, looking like a ghost.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again, her voice thick with emotion before leaving.
Woman having a conversation | Source: Midjourney
As the door clicked shut, a flood of memories rushed to the surface—moments I had once dismissed but now made chilling sense. The sudden, unexplained phone calls he’d step outside to take, saying, “It’s just business.”
Even the nights he came home smelling faintly of perfume, brushing it off a quick excuse, “The office is full of strong fragrances today.”
How had I ignored it all?
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The weight of betrayal settled heavily on my chest. This was the man I had trusted with my heart, my life, my family. My hands shook as I dialed my lawyer, tears blurring my vision. It wasn’t just my marriage that had crumbled—it was the illusion of the life we had built together.
I had been so blind, and now, there was no going back.
Sad woman | Source: Midjourney
The days after that fateful knock felt like walking through a storm. Andrew called constantly, left messages, and even showed up outside the house. He begged, pleaded, and tried to worm his way back into my good graces, but it was too late.
I’ll never forget the first time he showed up unannounced after I’d filed for divorce. It was a rainy evening, the kind where the sky felt heavy and everything seemed muted.
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I had just tucked the kids into bed when the doorbell rang. Peering through the peephole, I saw him standing there, soaked to the bone, clutching a bouquet of wilted roses.
“Emma, please. Just hear me out,” he said as soon as I cracked the door open.
“There’s nothing to say, Andrew,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I made a mistake,” he said, his voice trembling. “I was stupid. Selfish. I don’t want to lose you or the kids. I’ll do anything to fix this.”
Guilty man regretting his actions | Source: Midjourney
I stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind me so the kids wouldn’t hear.
“Anything? Andrew, you lied to me for two years. You cheated, manipulated, and betrayed me. You didn’t just hurt me — you jeopardized our entire family.”
“I know,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “But I can change. I swear I can. I’ll go to therapy. I’ll quit my job if that’s what it takes. Just… give me a chance, Emma. Please.”
A man begging his wife for forgiveness | Source: Midjourney
I stared at him, the man I had once loved, and felt nothing but emptiness. His desperation might have moved me months ago, but now it was just too little, too late.
“Andrew,” I said quietly, “you didn’t just betray me. You destroyed the trust and respect this family was built on. You don’t come back from that.”
For a moment, he looked like he might argue, but then his shoulders slumped. “So that’s it?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Couple talking | Source: Midjourney
“That’s it,” I said, walking back to the door.
“Emma,” he called after me, his voice breaking.
I turned around one last time. “The kids will always have a father. But I don’t have a husband anymore.”
And with that, I went inside and locked the door.
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The days that followed were a blur of tears, anger, and endless legal meetings. My lawyer was ruthless, ensuring that I got a fair share of Andrew’s assets. Andrew fought back at first, but the evidence Melissa provided was undeniable. In the end, I was granted the house, full custody of the kids, and a hefty amount of alimony.
As for Andrew, he moved into a small apartment across town. We agreed on co-parenting so he still sees Mia and Ethan on weekends, but they’re starting to understand that their father isn’t the man they thought he was.
Man moving into a small appartment | Source: Midjourney
Melissa kept her distance after that day. I think she knew she had done enough damage by showing up at my door, but I didn’t hold it against her. In a way, she had freed me from a lie I had been living without even realizing it.
I’m still picking up the pieces of my life, but I’m stronger now. The betrayal cut deep, but it also taught me something invaluable: I deserve better.
Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided as “is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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