I Told My Wife She Couldn’t Be a Stay-at-Home Mom, but What She Did in Response Left Me Stunned

I Told My Wife She Couldn’t Be a Stay-at-Home Mom, but What She Did in Response Left Me Stunned

When my wife, Lucy, began immersing herself in countless TikTok videos, I never imagined that her newfound interest would lead to her drastically changing our lives.

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A mother cooking with her daughter | Source: Pexels

I’m Jack, and I’ve been married to my wonderful wife, Lucy, for eight years. We’ve been together for 12 years, sharing a life filled with love, challenges, and the joy of raising our two kids, an 11-year-old son and a 9-year-old daughter. Life has been a journey we’ve navigated as partners, each step of the way supporting one another.

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A happy couple | Source: Shutterstock

Lucy and I both work to support our family. I work about 80% of a full-time schedule, while Lucy works 50%. This arrangement has always seemed perfect because it allows one of us to always be there for the kids after school. It’s a system that has worked well and helped us balance our professional and personal lives.

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A couple cooking together | Source: Pexels

However, things started to shift about a year ago when Lucy began spending a lot of time watching videos on TikTok about being a “tradwife” also known as a stay-at-home wife. These videos seemed to have sparked something in her because she started talking about how she might want to quit her job and adopt that lifestyle.

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A woman looking at her phone while working on her laptop| Source: Pexels

I did not take it seriously, because I thought she was responsible enough not to alter our lives because of a romanticized lifestyle. I was shocked when one evening, while we were cleaning up after dinner, Lucy brought it up again.

She had that hopeful look in her eyes as she said, “Imagine coming home to a freshly cooked meal every day, and everything organized and calm. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

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A couple having a discussion | Source: Pexels

I paused, putting the dishes down, and replied, “Lucy, you know I appreciate all that you do and the idea sounds nice, but I think our current setup works great for us.”

“The kids are in school all day, and we’ve managed to keep everything running smoothly without needing to change who works and who stays home,” I continued.

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A couple having a discussion | Source: Pexels

Lucy seemed a bit disappointed but nodded, understanding where I was coming from. I added, “Plus, our kids aren’t little anymore. They’re pretty independent. And honestly, I don’t think our house needs that much upkeep to require one of us at home full-time.”

I could tell she wasn’t entirely convinced, but she let the conversation drop for the night. However, it was clear this was a topic that wasn’t going away anytime soon. Lucy never stopped suggesting to quit her job but each time I tried to kindly tell her that our current work-life balance was ideal for our family’s needs and financial security.

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A couple having a discussion while having coffee | Source: Pexels

I really did not understand the fuss and reason behind wanting to drastically change our lives. I also love that my kids get to grow up seeing both parents contributing to the household in various ways.

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A man thinking | Source: Pexels

One Saturday morning, as we sat at the kitchen table with our coffee, Lucy brought it up again. “Jack, I’ve been thinking a lot about this,” she started, her tone serious. “I really believe I could make a big difference in our home’s atmosphere. It’s not just about cleaning or cooking; it’s about creating a nurturing environment for us and the kids. A calm house where you can relax after work.”

I listened, knowing this was important to her. “Lucy, I understand what you’re saying, and I love that you want to make our home even more welcoming. But aren’t we managing that already? You do so much, and I try to do my part. Why change everything?”

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A couple in the kitchen with their cat | Source: pexels

She sighed, a little frustrated. “Because it’s not the same, Jack. Right now, everything feels rushed. We’re always trying to catch up with chores, cooking, or the kids’ activities. If I were at home full-time, I could handle those things better, making life less stressful for all of us.”

Her point was valid, but the practical side of me kicked in. “Lucy, think about the impact on our finances. And what about your career? You’ve worked so hard to get where you are. Do you really want to give that up?”

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A couple speaking | Source: shutterstock

Lucy’s face showed determination. “Yes, I’m willing to do that. I think it’s worth it for the well-being of our family.”

“Lucy, it just doesn’t make sense right now. The kids are growing up; they’ll be more independent each year. And we both enjoy our jobs, don’t we?”

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A couple having a heated conversation | Source: Shutterstock

“Yes, I love my job, but I love our family more. I want to do this for us, Jack. Can’t you see how much it means to me?” Lucy continued to emphasize.

The argument didn’t conclude with an agreement. Instead, it ended with Lucy shutting down. From that day, things between us began to change subtly.

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A couple arguing | Source: Shutterstocj

After another day of barely speaking to each other, Lucy decided to make her point in a way that was impossible to ignore. She stopped engaging in our relationship as a partner and stopped cooking and cleaning to show me what it would be like if she stayed home.

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A couple arguing | Source: Shutterstock

However, nothing changed. After weeks of tension and quiet dinners, I came home from work one evening, exhausted but hopeful as my birthday was just around the corner. I walked into the living room and I was greeted with a bunch of beautifully wrapped gifts laid out across our dining table. My heart lifted a bit. I thought Lucy was trying to mend things between us with a surprise.

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A table full of gifts | Source: Pexels

As I walked closer, I started inspecting the gifts. They were elegantly wrapped, each with a card attached. I picked up one but as I read the card, my confusion mounted. It wasn’t addressed to me. The note was for Lucy, filled with words of gratitude and well-wishes for the future. The last line hit me hard: “It was such a pleasure working alongside you, and I wish you all the best moving forward.”

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A man looking shocked while reading a note | Source: Pexels

My hands trembled slightly as I set the card down and opened another. Again, the message was similar, clearly meant for Lucy from her colleagues. Each card unfolded more of the reality I hadn’t seen coming—Lucy had quit her job.

I was still processing this when Lucy walked in. She seemed calm, almost nonchalant, as if nothing unusual had happened. Seeing the shock on my face and the cards in my hand, she must have known what I’d discovered.

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A couple arguing | Source: Pexels

“What’s this, Lucy? Why didn’t you tell me you were quitting your job?” I asked, my voice a mix of surprise and frustration.

Lucy sighed, “I told you I was serious, Jack. I thought a lot about this. It’s what I need to do—for me, for us.”

“But quitting your job without even discussing it with me? How is that supposed to help us?” I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my voice.

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A woman speaking to her husband | Source: Pexels

Lucy’s response was firm, her eyes meeting mine squarely. “You wouldn’t listen, Jack. You just kept saying it didn’t make sense, but this isn’t just about sense. It’s about what I feel is right for our family. I needed to do something drastic to show you how committed I am to this change.”

“But we’re supposed to be partners, Lucy. Decisions like this affect both of us, our kids, and our future. You’ve just turned everything upside down.”

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A man looking stressed while speaking to a woman | Source: Pexels

Lucy moved closer, her expression softening. “I know, and I’m sorry for surprising you like this. But sometimes, you have to force change when it feels necessary. I hope, in time, you’ll see the benefits.”

That night, we didn’t resolve anything. The presents on the table started to annoy me because they were a reminder and the reason behind the hostility in my house. But I was not willing for this to be the way we handled disagreements.

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A man sitting on the couch crying | Source: Pexels

I needed Lucy to see that we were a team and these kinds of drastic decisions could not be made without both of us agreeing and carefully planning for the future. So I started to think hard and finally came up with a perfect plan, and hoped it did not backfire.

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A man thinking in front of a laptop | Source: Pexels

The day I decided to execute my plan, I was nervous but I thought of the bigger picture. I came home from work and as I stepped inside, I announced, “Pack up, everyone. We’re moving.” Lucy, who was setting the table for dinner, froze her fork halfway to the tablecloth. The kids looked up, confusion spreading across their faces.

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A man walking up stairs | Source: pexels

“What are you talking about, Jack?” Lucy asked. Her voice was a mix of surprise and concern.

I held up a stack of papers I had prepared earlier. “I sold the house. We’re moving to a small village. If you want to be a tradwife, let’s go all the way. It’s more traditional there, and I can work remotely. It’ll be the perfect setup for what you want.”

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A woman setting the table | Source: Pexels

The room went silent for a moment before Lucy’s astonishment turned into anger. “You sold our home without asking me? Without even a discussion?”

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A woman shocked while looking at papers | Source: Pexels

I tried to keep my composure, even though my heart was racing. “Yes, I did. You’ll get over it.” Lucy’s face reddened, her eyes blazing. “Get over it? Just like that? Do you think you can make such huge decisions alone?”

The kids started to sense the tension and quietly left the room to give us space. Seeing her reaction, I knew I had made my point, but perhaps too forcefully. I sighed and lowered the papers, showing her the top sheet more clearly. “Look at them, Lucy.”

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A couple fighting | Source: Pexels

She snatched the papers from my hand and quickly skimmed them. Her anger turned to confusion and then relief as she realized what was happening. “This… this is a joke? You didn’t sell the house?”

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t sell our house. These are fake. I wanted to show you how it feels when someone makes a big life decision without your input. I’m sorry for scaring you, but I needed you to understand.”

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

Lucy put the papers down, took a deep breath, and sat down. “That was cruel, Jack, but I get your point. I shouldn’t have made such a big decision about quitting my job without discussing it with you thoroughly.”

We sat down at the kitchen table and remained silent for a few minutes. Then I looked up and said, “Let’s really talk this through. No more games or drastic actions. We need to make decisions together, as partners.”

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A couple sharing an intimate moment | Source: Pexels

Lucy nodded, her hand reaching across the table to squeeze mine. “Agreed. Let’s figure this out, together.”

My Entitled Daughter Stole My Wedding, but I Didn’t Let It Slide

On the day of Mabel and Adam’s wedding, they’re stuck in a limousine as they crawl along the freeway, thanks to traffic. Instead of keeping her mother’s guests entertained, Mabel’s daughter, Amanda, takes over the wedding, stealing the limelight. Will Mabel retaliate at the wedding or just let Amanda learn her lesson another way?

Weddings are supposed to be magical, right? An entire day dedicated to the culmination of love, months of planning, and a chance to stand with your person, promising to be with them forever…

That was the dream, at least, until my daughter Amanda turned it into an absolute nightmare.

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A beautiful wedding setting | Source: Midjourney

Sigh.

It started with traffic, of course. My fiancé Adam and I were stuck on the freeway in our limousine, trapped in a sea of brake lights thanks to an overturned truck miles ahead. We weren’t too worried about the traditions. We were both married before, so seeing each other before the ceremony was the least of our concerns.

“Time, please, Ben?” I called through the intercom for our driver.

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A couple sitting in a limousine | Source: Midjourney

“It’s difficult to say, Mabel,” he said. “But I’m trying to gap in whenever I can! I will get you and Adam down the aisle!”

We were definitely going to be late.

“Love, call Amanda,” Adam said, his jaw tight as he tapped on the seat. “Tell her to sort out the guests, just get the band going and keep people entertained.”

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

I dialed my daughter, already feeling the pressure. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, sweetie,” I said the moment she answered. “We’re stuck in traffic. There has been an accident, so everything is at a standstill. Can you make sure everything’s running smoothly at the venue? We’ll be about 30 minutes or so. Adam said to get the band playing.”

“Of course, Mommy!” Amanda chirped, her voice syrupy sweet. “Don’t you worry about a thing other than getting here. I’ve got everything else handled. Be safe!”

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A smiling woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I exhaled, letting her assurance calm my nerves. But not ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was my sister, Jess.

Her voice was frantic.

“Sis, you have to come here now! It’s Amanda, she…” her voice trailed off before the call cut off.

“She’s what?” I muttered, immediately redialing, but it went straight to voicemail. A heavy pit settled in my stomach, but there was nothing we could do except crawl forward in the traffic.

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A woman using a phone | Source: Midjourney

“What do you think Jess meant? What do you think is going on?” I asked Adam after filling him in.

“Oh, honey,” he said. “Honestly, I’m sure Amanda picked up a mic and is trying to sing with the band.”

When we finally pulled up to the venue half an hour later, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Amanda stood on the steps, her face glowing as she held a bouquet of ivory roses. She was in a wedding dress. It was white and simple, but it was definitely a wedding dress.

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A smiling young couple | Source: Midjourney

Our photographers swarmed around her, cameras clicking as she posed with a dazzling smile. And next to her stood Kyle, her boyfriend of barely a year, looking dazed and uncomfortable in a suit.

I felt my heart stop.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, storming up the stairs.

Amanda turned to me, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

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An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, Mommy!” she gushed. “I’m so sad you missed the ceremony! It was lovely!”

My jaw dropped.

“My ceremony? You had my ceremony? You stole my ceremony? Amanda, are you out of your damn mind?”

“Well,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her dress. “I thought since you were late, we couldn’t let the time go to waste. Everything was already set up, and the officiant needed to get going. You know how much I hate delays. So… I married Kyle!”

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A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

The audacity of it left me speechless. My beautiful ceremony, the one Adam and I had dreamed of and planned for months… it was all gone. It had been hijacked by my own daughter.

“You’ll get married another day!” she chirped, as if she hadn’t just crushed my heart. “Now, Kyle and I are going to do the final walk down to the reception hall. The guests are going to throw the rice and confetti. Do you want to join?”

I shook my head.

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Confetti being thrown on a couple | Source: Midjourney

Adam came up behind me, his face a mix of fury and heartbreak. He had spent so much time trying to bond and build a relationship with Amanda that I knew her behavior had broken his heart, too.

“Say the word, love,” he said. “Say the word, Mabel, and I’ll shut this down right now.”

I looked at Amanda, the girl I raised, who was now staring at me with infuriating smugness. My fists clenched. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight her, to take back what she had stolen.

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A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

But I exhaled slowly.

“She’s still my daughter,” I muttered to Adam. “Don’t. I’ll teach her a lesson another way.”

The reception was a surreal experience. Amanda flounced through the room, acting like the star of a fairy tale, completely oblivious to the devastation she’d caused.

My family and friends came around between courses, asking what had really happened.

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A crowd of people at a wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

“Mabel, we thought it was your wedding, dear,” my aunt said. “You were supposed to get your happy ending. What is this about Amanda getting married? We didn’t know that she was even seeing someone!”

“I don’t know, Aunt Joy,” I said. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

When dessert rolled around, Amanda even had the nerve to cut into the cake we’d ordered, complete with the beautiful sugar flowers.

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A beautiful wedding cake | Source: Midjourney

Jess pulled me aside at one point, her eyes blazing.

“That daughter of yours pulled my phone away while I was talking to you. And then she locked me in the bathroom during the ceremony! I couldn’t do anything else about it! Why didn’t you stop her when you got here?”

“Because,” I said, a smile curling my lips. “Revenge is best served cold.”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

The real kicker came later that evening. Amanda knocked on our hotel room door, smiling as if nothing had happened.

Adam and I were sitting on the bed, eating our way through the room service dessert menu.

“So,” she said, leaning against the cupboard in the room. “Kyle and I need your tickets to Chile for the honeymoon. I mean, there’s no point in you guys using them after all.”

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A couple sitting in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

Adam froze. I swear, I saw his hand twitch toward the night light like he was ready to throw it.

But I smiled, keeping my voice calm.

“Of course, sweetie. You can have the tickets. You and Kyle deserve some fun.”

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A smiling bride in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

Amanda squealed, hugged me, stole a strawberry from one of the plates, and let herself out.

“What the hell, Mabel?” Adam asked. “Really? She’s taking our honeymoon too? We worked so hard for all of this. Our wedding, our honeymoon, all of it. And for what? For Amanda to behave like a brat?”

“I know you’re upset,” I said. “But honey, trust me. She’s going to learn a lesson. Two days from now, you’ll see.”

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An upset man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

And just like clockwork, Amanda phoned two mornings later, her voice anything but cheerful.

“How could you do this to me, Mom?!” she screamed.

I smirked, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Amanda, darling, is something wrong?”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Wrong?” she shouted. “You gave me tickets to the Arctic! We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, freezing, and there’s nothing to do!”

I bit back a laugh. The tickets had been for Chile, technically. But they were only a layover on the way to our real destination: an Arctic expedition. Glacier hikes, frigid waters, and polar bear sightings.

It was our dream trip. But Amanda? She hated the cold. Luxury resorts and tropical beaches were more her style.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Classic Amanda. She had never bothered to check the full itinerary.

“You asked for the tickets, Amanda,” I said.

“But what must I do?” she whined.

“You’re a married woman now. Figure it out.”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

She hung up on me, already muttering a series of curses. And I couldn’t stop grinning.

Meanwhile, Adam and I made new plans. My sister and our closest friends rallied together to throw us the most beautiful wedding celebration at Jess’s house a week later.

They handled everything, from catering to decorations, and it was even more perfect than I could have imagined.

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Beautiful wedding decor | Source: Midjourney

This time, Amanda wasn’t invited. And do you know what made everything so special? The gifts.

Since Amanda had hijacked my original wedding, all the presents went to us. A brand-new espresso machine, luxury linens, and an all-expenses-paid spa weekend from Adam’s older brother.

It was like karma had gift-wrapped itself for us.

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A coffee machine in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

When Amanda found out, she had another meltdown.

“Mom, you stole my wedding gifts?” she shouted over the phone. “Everything was supposed to be left at the wedding venue until we got back from our honeymoon.”

“I think you should stop talking,” I said.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, you ruined everything for me!” she cried. “I can’t believe you stole my damn gifts.”

“Amanda,” I began, laughing. “Your gifts? You stole my wedding. Consider this a fair trade.”

Adam, at the espresso machine, doubled over and laughed.

As for Amanda’s new marriage to Kyle?

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A man laughing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

From what I hear, it’s already on the rocks. Jess told me later that Kyle looked downright miserable during the wedding ceremony. And I had seen that for myself during the reception. He had avoided Adam and me completely.

“That boy’s in for a rough ride with her,” Jess said when she came over for tea and cake a few days later.

Amanda might have stolen my fairy-tale wedding, but her happily-ever-after was already on thin ice.

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Cake and tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

As for Adam and me? We’re better than ever. We did go on our Arctic honeymoon, and it was breathtaking.

Some lessons, I guess, are best learned the hard way. Amanda might never admit it, but I like to think she’s realized that entitlement comes at a cost.

And if not? Well, let’s just say I’ll always have the satisfaction of knowing she outsmarted herself.

Karma, after all, has a way of evening the score.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

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My Cousin Intentionally Sewed My Wedding Dress 2 Sizes Smaller – She Was Shocked When She Saw What I Did with It

When Jess and Michael get engaged, her cousin Sarah decided to sew her wedding dress for her as a gift. But during the final fitting, Jess discovers that the wedding dress is two sizes too small. Will Sarah fix her error, or will Jess have to take things into her own hands?

My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s loud and bubbly, but also the type of person who craves the spotlight. And because of that, our entire family gave her the attention she wanted. It made more sense to shine the spotlight on Sarah, rather than ourselves.

When Michael and I got engaged after being together for four years, my whole family seemed genuinely excited for me.

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A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

Sarah even got all of our girl cousins together, along with my best friends, for a night out. Ending in an Airbnb where we continued the party, because I was the first of us to get engaged.

During that night out, Sarah came up to me, a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Jess! I have a great idea!” she said.

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A smiling woman holding a glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

“What?” I asked. “What do you want to do?”

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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