For most of my life, I had been waiting for my moment. That magical time when I’d meet the one, get married, and finally start the family I had always dreamed of. But as the years passed and every relationship fell apart, I started wondering if it would ever happen for me.

By the time I turned 38, I felt like time was slipping away. My friends were busy with their kids and families while I was still alone, watching from the sidelines.

Then, Larry came into my life.

He was everything I wanted—charming, confident, and completely devoted to me. Unlike the men who wasted my time, he knew what he wanted. He said all the right things, made me feel special, and after just a few months of dating, he proposed.

It was my first engagement.

Finally, I thought, this is it. My moment has arrived.

One afternoon, my best friend Samantha convinced me to visit a fortune teller. It was supposed to be a silly, fun thing—just for laughs. I didn’t believe in psychics, but I went along with it.

The fortune teller was an older woman with piercing blue eyes. As soon as I sat down, she grabbed my hand and went still.

Her face darkened.

I laughed nervously. “What?”

Her grip on my wrist tightened. “You’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life.”

My stomach dropped. “Excuse me?”

Her voice grew urgent. “Take off that ring and run away from the man who gave it to you!”

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

I forced out a laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Larry’s amazing.”

She shook her head. “No, he’s not. He’s not who you think he is.”

I left that shop with my heart racing, trying to brush off what she said.

But that night, as I lay in bed, my mind kept circling back to her words.

I had ignored little red flags before—things that didn’t quite add up, but I pushed aside because I wanted to believe in my happy ending.

Now, I couldn’t ignore them anymore.

The next morning, I woke up with one goal: Find out everything I didn’t know about Larry.

I started small—simple internet searches. But Larry had almost no online presence. No social media, barely anything professional.

Then, I had an idea. Reverse image search.

I took a picture of Larry from my phone and ran it through a search engine.

And that’s when my entire world flipped upside down.

A wedding photo popped up. A recent one.

Larry was standing beside a different woman, grinning like the happiest man alive.

My hands started shaking. I clicked the link.

It led to a wedding announcement from just six months ago.

Larry was already married.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

But as I kept digging, it got worse.

There wasn’t just one wedding photo.

There were three.

Three different weddings. Three different women.

One from six months ago. One from two years ago. And another from four years ago.

My fiancé wasn’t just a liar.

He was a con artist.

I needed proof.

I clicked deeper into the search results and found divorce records. Each of his wives had filed for divorce within a year of marriage. The pattern was clear—he charmed women, married them, then found a reason to leave… and took their money with him.

My stomach turned. Had he done this to me, too?

I grabbed my laptop and checked my finances. He hadn’t gotten to my accounts yet—but I had no doubt that was his plan.

I had to act fast.

That evening, I played it cool. When Larry came over, I acted like nothing was wrong. I let him kiss my cheek, I poured him a drink, and then…

I slid my laptop in front of him.

“What’s this?” he asked, laughing nervously.

I clicked the first wedding photo. His first wife.

His face drained of color.

Then, I clicked the second wedding photo.

He swallowed hard.

I clicked the third wedding photo.

And finally, I stared him down. “So… tell me, Larry. How many wives have you had?”

Larry’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

I leaned back, crossing my arms. “How much money did you steal from them?”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape.

“There’s no talking your way out of this,” I said coldly. “I know everything.”

He exhaled, finally speaking. “Look, I can explain—”

“Don’t,” I cut him off. “I already called the police.”

His entire body tensed. “You—”

I smiled. “They’ll be here any minute.”

The moment those words left my mouth, Larry shot up from his seat and bolted for the door.

I didn’t try to stop him. I didn’t need to.

Because Samantha and I had planned ahead.

The second Larry stepped onto my front porch, two officers were waiting for him.

“Larry Thompson?” one of them asked, stepping forward. “You’re under arrest for multiple counts of fraud and identity theft.”

I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching as they cuffed him.

Larry whipped his head around, looking at me with pure hatred. “You set me up.”

“No, Larry,” I said calmly. “You set yourself up.”

And then, for the first time since I met him, I turned my back on him.

For days, I felt betrayed, humiliated, angry. But as time passed, something incredible happened.

I felt free.

I had been so desperate to get married, to have the life I dreamed of, that I ignored the signs. But I deserved better.

And I wasn’t going to settle.

A few months later, Samantha and I went back to that same fortune teller—this time, just for fun.

She smiled when she saw me. “You look lighter,” she said.

I laughed. “I feel lighter.”

She reached for my hand again, studying my palm. Then she grinned. “Good. Because something real is coming. When you least expect it.”

I didn’t know if I believed her. But this time, I wasn’t waiting around for a fairy tale.

I was writing my own.

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