In a little under a months time, I'm supposed to be marrying my fiancee Tania. The wedding won't be going ahead as I've recently found out she'd cheated on me with I thought was a close friend of mine. He confessed to me only three weeks ago when we were out together. We were both half cut, but all the same I punched and kicked him unconcious as he tried to say it was all her fault for seducing him.
I've already put things into place regarding our joint finacies, which was going to be paying for our very pricey honeymoon and a large deposit on a house together. And I've made sure my ex friend doesn't let her know I know, by gently persuading him to move away for a while and also to sign something for me.
I'll let her walk down the aisle and let her and her father get almost up to me, before I throw a signed written confeession from her fuckhead lover at her. I'll leave on the motor bike I've just bought, which I'll park up near the church in the morning of the supposed wedding, and then ride over to our rented flat. Hopefully just in time to see her pride and joy, her soft top car I've been paying for, driven away by the finance company at the time I've already arranged.
I'll make my way over to a place I've sorted out two hours away, thanks to our house deposit, and see if a certain female (who I won't implicate in this confession) has made it to the address. Rather than having sex to consumate our marriage, I'll be having sex with someone my soon to be ex fiancee, knows very well.