When Maya arrived, I handed her the iPad without speaking.
She scrolled in silence; the look on her face told me that she was taking in every single word. She was still — the scary kind of stillness she gets when her brain goes into battle mode.
After a while, she closed the case and looked up at me.
“I’m coming over, Tam.”
“We’re not blowing up tonight,” she said calmly. “We’re going to handle this the smart way.”
And in that moment, I knew I wasn’t going to fall apart.
I was going to ruin them — and they would deserve every moment of it.
Over the next two days, Maya and I threw ourselves into our revenge plan. It wasn’t really revenge, to be honest. It was just me trying to control my own life again.
I was going to ruin them.
With my sister’s help, we closed the joint account Jake and I shared. I removed his access to my credit card. I moved my dress and anything sentimental to my sister’s apartment. And then I informed the landlord that I’d be canceling the lease at the end of the month.
Then I called my dad, Pete. He didn’t say anything at first; he just let me speak.
“You don’t need to do this alone, my Tam,” he said.
He and my stepmom, Diana, were at Maya’s the next morning. No one tried to defend Jake or Maddie. And I couldn’t figure out if that hurt more than it helped.
… we closed the joint account Jake and I shared.
Had they expected this behavior from my fiancé and my best friend? How long had I been blind to this entire thing?
The rehearsal dinner was held at a warm, candlelit restaurant Jake’s mom, Catherine, had picked. She called it “intimate and elevated.”
