I sold my parents’ lake house and my car to fund Jake’s dream farm. That morning, I kissed him goodbye and left for the bank —
but we’d accidentally swapped phones. When his rang in my purse, a woman whispered, “I’ve been waiting for you all night.” My heart sank.
Texts revealed Jake was also engaged to a woman named Alex, who had sold her inheritance for him.
We were both betrayed — and both furious. So we set a trap.
I told Jake the money was wired; Alex said she’d bring the rest. At the restaurant,
I watched as he pledged his love to her and blamed me for his problems. That was our cue.
I pulled off my wig, leaned in, and said, “Hi, honey. Big deal almost closed, huh?” He turned white.
Jake stammered that he’d already won. I smiled. “No, Jake. You didn’t get a cent. Next time, don’t leave your phone behind.”
I dropped a dollar on the table. “Enjoy dinner. It’s all you’ll get.” Alex and I walked out, laughing
— two women who gave everything, but left with our power reclaimed.
