After her husband cruelly abandoned her because of her weight, Felicia spiraled into depression. But his final, cutting words ignited something inside her. She shed 66 pounds and devised a plan. Now, she’s at his wedding, ready to confront him and reclaim her power in the most unexpected way.
I used to be the kind of woman who saw the world through rose-colored glasses. But that was before Chris broke my heart and destroyed my self-esteem.
A depressed woman | Source: Midjourney
A depressed woman | Source: Midjourney
We were married for four long years, during which I tried my best to be the perfect wife. I cooked, I cleaned, I put up with his late nights at the office, his sarcastic comments, and his wandering eyes.
I told myself it was just a phase, that he’d come back to me. But the truth was, he was already gone.
I wasn’t blind to my flaws. I’d gained weight over the years, stress-eating my way through the frustrations of a marriage that was slowly crumbling.
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A woman sadly looking into a mirror | Source: Midjourney
I saw it in the mirror every day, and I felt his eyes on me, judging, disapproving. But nothing could’ve prepared me for his final blow.
It was the night he left me. I was begging him, tears streaming down my face, for some explanation for why he’d cheated on me and why he was so adamant we couldn’t work things out.
He looked at me with cold, empty eyes and said, “You disgust me. I don’t think anyone will ever notice you as long as you’re stuck in that frog-pig hybrid body of yours.”
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A devastated woman | Source: Midjourney
I felt like the ground had opened up beneath me. Those words… they cut deeper than any knife ever could. All I could do was stand there, frozen, as he walked out of my life without so much as a backward glance.
And just like that, the person I used to be was gone, replaced by a shadow of someone I didn’t recognize.
In the weeks that followed, I let myself drown in a sea of self-loathing. Chris’s words played over and over in my head, like some kind of twisted mantra.
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A woman curled up on a sofa | Source: Midjourney
I ate my feelings, drank too much wine, and spent hours staring blankly at the TV. I’d hit rock bottom, and it felt like there was no way out.
Then, one day, something inside me snapped. I looked in the mirror and saw this broken, defeated woman staring back at me, and I thought, “No. This isn’t how my story ends.”
I decided to take control of my life, starting with the one thing I’d let slip the most: myself.
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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
The next two years were hell. I threw myself into a regimen of diet, exercise, and therapy, determined to rebuild what Chris had tried to destroy. Slowly, painfully, I started to see results.
I shed 66 pounds, but it wasn’t just the weight that I lost, it was the fear, the self-doubt, the feeling that I wasn’t good enough. I started to believe in myself again, to see that I was worth more than the cruel words Chris had thrown at me.
And then, I heard the news.
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A woman staring at her phone in shock | Source: Midjourney
Chris was getting remarried. To her, the woman he’d left me for. The rage that surged through me was like nothing I’d felt before. The only thing that soothed it was the thought of getting revenge.
I spent weeks on my plan, meticulously going over every detail. The night before the wedding, I arrived at the hotel where the ceremony was being held. I slipped into the party, unnoticed, and found a quiet corner to change into my outfit.
The dress fit like a glove, and as I slipped on my mask, I felt a surge of confidence.
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A woman putting on a mask | Source: Midjourney
I rejoined the party, keeping to the shadows as I scanned the room. I spotted the MC, a tall, charismatic man who looked like he’d been plucked from a game show. Perfect. I sauntered over to him, confidence in every step.
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “I’m a surprise guest for the evening. Could you introduce me? I have a special performance planned.”
The MC raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but he didn’t ask too many questions. “Of course, miss,” he said, smiling. “We love surprises here.”
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A man standing near a stage | Source: Pexels
I nodded, and before I knew it, he was on stage, microphone in hand, announcing my entrance like I was some kind of celebrity. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight! A surprise guest has graced us with her presence and a performance you won’t want to miss!”
The lights dimmed, and that was my cue. I stepped onto the dance floor, every eye in the room turning to me, their curiosity palpable. The music began, a slow, sultry melody that pulsed through the air like a living thing. And then I moved.
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A woman dancing | Source: Midjourney
Dancing had always been my escape, my way of expressing everything I couldn’t put into words. Tonight was no different. My body flowed with the music, every movement deliberate, every step calculated to draw them in.
I could feel their eyes on me, could sense the men leaning forward, captivated by the way I twisted and turned, by the way the dress clung to every curve.
But it was Chris’s reaction I was waiting for, and when I finally glanced his way, there it was: his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, completely entranced by the woman he didn’t recognize.
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A stunned man | Source: Midjourney
By the time the dance ended, the room was buzzing with excitement. The applause was deafening, but all I could focus on was Chris, pushing his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on mine.
He reached me, breathless, and leaned in close, his voice a whisper in my ear.
“I don’t know who you are,” he murmured, his tone dripping with desire, “but you’re beautiful. I’ll be waiting for you in 20 minutes in hotel room number 506, agreed?”
For a split second, I hesitated.
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A man whispering | Source: Midjourney
This wasn’t part of the plan. But then I realized this was my chance to make him pay in a way I hadn’t even imagined.
“Agreed,” I whispered back, my voice steady, betraying none of the storm raging inside me.
Twenty minutes later, I stood outside room 506, my heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and something else — satisfaction, maybe, or the thrill of knowing I was about to deliver the final blow.
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A hotel room door | Source: Pexels
I knocked lightly, and within seconds, the door swung open to reveal Chris. His face lit up with a predatory grin. He looked me up and down, still oblivious to who I was.
“Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let me pass. The room was dimly lit, and the bed was already turned down, as if he’d been planning this all along. How typical.
I played along. I let him pour me a drink, let him talk about how beautiful I was, how much he wanted me, all while I subtly guided the conversation toward his fiancée, Sophia.
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A man sitting in an armchair | Source: Midjourney
“You know,” he said, leaning in closer, “Sophia doesn’t have to know about this. It can be our little secret.”
Bingo. I’d heard enough. I reached into my bag and subtly hit the stop button on the recorder, ensuring I had everything I needed. Then I stood up, placing my glass on the table, and gave him a smile that I’m sure he thought was an invitation.
“Chris,” I said, my voice sweet, almost gentle, “I need to go. Something important just came up.”
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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
His face fell, confusion clouding his features. “Wait, what? You’re leaving?”
“I’m afraid so,” I replied, already heading for the door. “But trust me, you’ll be hearing from me again soon.”
I didn’t wait for his response. I slipped out of the room, my heart pounding with triumph, and made my way to the bridal suite. I found Sophia there, alone, adjusting the final details for her big day.
She looked up at me, surprised to see a stranger in her room, but before she could speak, I handed her the recorder.
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A voice recorder | Source: Pexels
“You need to hear this,” I said, my voice steady, even as my heart raced. “It’s about Chris.”
Sophia’s eyes widened, but she didn’t argue. She took the recorder, her hands trembling, and I turned to leave. I was just stepping into the elevator when her shriek echoed down the hall.
As I walked out of the hotel, slipping into the night, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, a sense of closure I hadn’t felt in years.
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A woman exiting a hotel | Source: Midjourney
Later, I found out that Sophia canceled the wedding. Chris would never know it was me, the woman he once tore down, who had brought his world crashing down. And as I finally removed the mask, I smiled. For the first time in a long time, I felt free.
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