Giving Payback to My Cheating Ex-Fiancee

The night before our wedding, my fiancée came into the bridal room with eight young men. She said they were staying the night.

I stepped forward and charged, raising my fist to hit each one of them to the last man.

Suddenly, my fiancée stood in between us and said with a serious tone. “You can hit the others, but not him!”

“Why not?” I said, before kicking the last man down the stairs.

With that, my fiancée personally had me arrested. I was sentenced to three years in jail.

On the day I was released, she came to pick me up. At that time, she was pushing a wheelchair. In the chair sat a familiar face—the same man that I kicked before going in to prison.

“I was wrong back then,” the man said with tears. “You pushed me down the stairs and I broke my leg. Steph simply felt sorry for me and cared in the last three years. We are engaged now. And, we will leave soon—I have our plane tickets.”

Then, I noticed, my ex's small pregnant belly. I said coldly, “Fine.”

Those I failed to kill three years ago—I'd make them all pay.

——

The moment Timothy heard my words, his eyes turned red.

He gently touched Stephanie’s belly. “Baby, don’t blame Daddy for not being staying with you. It’s all my fault. Daddy did something wrong. Maybe this will be the last time you and your mom ever see me.”

He spoke with such pity, sobbing so hard that he could hardly breathe. Anyone who didn’t know the truth might think he was about to die.

Meanwhile, Stephanie completely fell for it.

With deep sadness in her eyes, she wiped away Timothy’s tears, then turned to me.

“John, what happened back then was my fault. Don’t worry. Since I promised to give you a wedding, I’ll never break my word,” she said softly.

“But Tim is still the father of my baby. No matter what, the child is innocent. Why not let him stay here until the baby is born? Then Timothy can meet his child once before he leave,” she concluded.

I looked into Stephanie’s eyes. It was the same serious look she had before sending me to prison for Timothy’s sake.

“That’s fine,” I said. “I have no objection.”

“John, it seems these three years in prison really made you gentler and more understanding." Stephanie smiled with relief, then carefully helped Timothy into the passenger seat—the one that used to belong only to me.

I also smiled.

It was good to keep him close. That way, I won’t have to waste time finding him when it's finally time to settle the score.

***

Back at the house that once belonged to only Stephanie and I, everything had changed.

The decoration was now in the Southern style I hated. From the clothes in the closet to the ornaments on the table, there was no trace of me left. And by the window stood a wooden baby crib.

At one glance, I could tell Stephanie made it herself. Everything was arranged perfectly. It was clear, she had never really planned to send Timothy away.

Seeing me narrow my eyes slightly, Timothy suddenly shivered.

“Johnny, please don’t be angry. Steph just didn’t want me to stay alone, so she brought me here. I didn’t know this was your room. I’ll move to the guest room right away. Please, don’t hit me…” he said, trembling.

Timothy looked terrified and tried to stand, but his bad leg made him fall to the floor.

Stephanie quickly lifted him up and comforted him gently, “Tim, you don't need to feel that way. I chose this room for you on purpose. John wasn’t here anyway, so why leave it empty?”

Then she turned to me and explained, “John, you see how Tim’s leg is injured and he can’t actually move like he wishes to. Besides, he’s in poor health and this room gets lots of sunlight. It’s good for him. Why not let him stay here for a few months?”

In the past, even when Stephanie fooled around with other men, she never let them show up in front of me. No one had ever stolen things that’s used to be mine.