I Cut My Bachelorette Party Short When I Found Out My Fiancé’s Ex Attended His Bachelor Party

We were lounging by the pool, enjoying the sunny day. “Pass me the sunscreen, Lisa,” I said, reaching out. Lisa tossed it over, and I started to apply it.

“Nancy, can you believe it? In a week, you’ll be married,” said Elsa, grinning at me.

“I know, it’s surreal,” I replied. “I’m so glad you all could make it.”

Elsa’s phone buzzed on the table. I grabbed it, thinking it was mine. “Oops, wrong phone,” I laughed, but then I noticed the message on the screen. It was from Gareth, Elsa’s husband. He had sent a video. Without thinking, I opened it.

The video started, and I saw Stefan’s face at his party. But then I saw her — Linda, his ex-girlfriend, standing next to him. My heart sank.

“Nancy, what’s wrong?” asked Lisa, noticing my change in expression.

“Look at this,” I said, showing the video to the girls.

“No way! That’s Linda!” exclaimed Sara, shaking her head. “What’s she doing there?”

“I can’t believe this,” I said, feeling anger rising. “We need to go there. Now.”

The girls immediately backed me up. “Let’s go,” said Elsa, standing up.

“But first,” I said, with a plan forming in my mind. “We need to make a stop.”

We drove to a nearby hardware store. “What are we getting?” asked Lisa.

“Just a few things for a little payback,” I replied, grabbing some smoke bombs.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Sara, a bit hesitant.

“Absolutely,” I said, determined. “He needs to learn a lesson.”

We drove to Stefan’s parents’ country house, parking a few hundred meters away. “Okay, let’s do this quietly,” I instructed. The girls nodded, and we moved towards the gazebo by the river, where the men were gathered.

“Ready?” I whispered. They all nodded. I lit a smoke bomb and tossed it into the gazebo. The smoke billowed out, and the men started to panic.

“Oh my God!” yelled Stefan, as the smoke surrounded them.

“Run!” someone shouted. In the chaos, someone knocked over the fire pit, and flames started spreading quickly.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” I screamed as the fire grew out of control.

“We need to call for help!” shouted Lisa, dialing 911.

As the chaos ensued, I watched from a distance. The music blared, guys jumped up scratching from the itching powder, and there were shouts of horror as they found the fake spiders. Panic set in as the fire pit flames grew higher, catching the edge of the gazebo.

Stefan and his friends tried to put out the flames, but the fire quickly spread. The whole scene was pure pandemonium. I finally stepped forward, fuming, and yelled, “This is what you get for cheating on me with your ex!”

Stefan looked completely bewildered. “What are you talking about?” he shouted back over the noise.

I pointed at Linda, who was trying to help calm things down. “Why is she here?” I demanded.

Stefan ran his hand through his hair, looking exasperated. “She came here to do a stand-up routine. My friends invited her as a joke. She’s married with kids now! She was going to perform ‘Why My Ex Stefan is Worse Than My New Husband: 50 Reasons.’ It was all supposed to be a friendly prank!”

I felt my face go red with embarrassment. In my rage, I had misunderstood everything, ruined not only Stefan’s party but also our bachelorette and bachelor party weekend, and caused a fire.

Seeing the devastation, I stammered, “I… I’m so sorry. I thought… I thought you were cheating on me.”

Linda stepped forward, shaking her head. “We were just trying to have a laugh. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Stefan sighed, the disappointment clear in his eyes. “Well, you sure managed to cause a lot of trouble tonight.”

Feeling utterly ashamed, I realized my mistake. In my haste to jump to conclusions, I had made a huge mess. I had ruined the celebration, embarrassed myself and my friends, and destroyed a property.

I stood there, unsure of what to do next. My friends were by my side, looking equally mortified. “We should probably go,” Elsa suggested softly.

Stefan nodded, his expression still one of disappointment and confusion. “Yeah, maybe that’s best.”

We walked back to the car in silence. I could feel the weight of my actions pressing down on me. I had never felt so foolish.

As we drove away, Sara broke the silence. “You know, you just need to talk to him. Really talk.”

“I know,” I said quietly. “I just… I don’t know if he’ll forgive me.”

“He will,” Lisa said with conviction. “He loves you. You just need to explain.”

The next morning, I woke up feeling a sense of dread. I had to face Stefan and try to make things right. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang a few times before he picked up.

“Hello?” Stefan’s voice was tired.

“Hi, it’s me,” I said hesitantly. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, we need to,” he replied.

We agreed to meet at a nearby park. When I arrived, Stefan was already there, sitting on a bench. I approached him slowly, my heart pounding.

“Hi,” I said softly, sitting down next to him.

“Hi,” he responded, looking at me with a mix of hurt and confusion.

“I am so sorry, Stefan,” I began. “I saw the video of Linda at your party and I just… I lost it. I didn’t know she was there for a stand-up routine. I thought… I thought you were cheating on me.”

Stefan sighed. “I get it, but you should have talked to me first. Instead, you jumped to conclusions and caused a lot of damage.”

“I know,” I said, tears welling up. “I was wrong. I should have trusted you.”

He looked at me for a long moment. “This isn’t just about trust. It’s about communication. We need to be able to talk to each other, even when we’re upset.”

“You’re right,” I admitted. “I promise I’ll do better. I just hope you can forgive me.”

Stefan took a deep breath, looking away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “I love you, but this has shown me that maybe we’re not ready for marriage. If you can jump to conclusions so quickly and act without thinking, it makes me wonder about our future.”

“Stefan, please,” I said, my voice trembling. “Don’t say that. We can work through this.”

“I need some time,” he said firmly. “I need to think about what I want and what’s best for both of us. I think we should call off the wedding.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Call off the wedding?” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I need space to figure things out. And you need to figure out how to handle things better. We both need time.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But we can’t get married right now. It’s too soon, and this incident shows we have a lot to work on.”

I nodded slowly, realizing that pushing him would only make things worse. “Okay,” I said, my heart breaking. “I’ll give you the space you need.”

He stood up, looking down at me with sadness in his eyes. “Take care of yourself,” he said softly before walking away.

As I watched him leave, I felt a mix of regret and sorrow. I knew I had a lot of work to do on myself. Stefan needed space, and I had to respect that. The wedding was off, and our future was uncertain.

But maybe, just maybe, this time apart would help us find our way back to each other. For now, all I could do was hope.

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