t I need it to be smart.”
Tara shook her head, furious on my behalf. “Men are such pigs. We need to catch him red-handed.”
Lucas, always the calm one, nodded. “You have to protect yourself too, Jenna. Know your rights. This could get messy.”
We spent hours brainstorming. By the end of the night, I had a plan. Lucas gave me a quick rundown of what to say if things went south legally. I was grateful he had my back.
Friday came quicker than I wanted. Matt left, claiming it was another work meeting. “Good luck,” I said with a fake smile, my stomach churning.
The moment he was out the door, I grabbed my phone. Kelly, a friend who worked at the restaurant, had already secured a table right next to Matt’s. She sent a text confirming the reservation.
“Showtime,” I muttered, putting on my best dress and heading out.
The adrenaline was like a second heartbeat as I arrived at the restaurant with Lucas, Nicole, and Tara. Each step felt like a countdown. We were seated near the entrance, a perfect spot to watch Matt walk in. I could barely sit still, my hands gripping the table’s edge.
Lucas leaned over. “You sure about this?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s time.”
Minutes ticked by like hours until finally, Matt walked in, holding Lola’s hand. He stopped dead, his face draining of color as our eyes met. Lola, blissfully unaware, gave me a polite smile. I returned it with a glare that could freeze fire.
“Matt, darling,” I said, standing up and raising my glass, “a toast to you.”
The restaurant hushed, forks and knives pausing mid-air. Matt looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Lola’s smile faltered, confusion setting in.
“To my wonderful husband,” I continued, voice steady, “who thought he could cheat and get away with it.”
Gasps and whispers erupted around us. Lola’s face turned beet red, realization dawning on her. Matt tried to speak, but no words came out.
“Jenna, I …”
“Save it,” I interrupted, stepping closer. “Lola, meet my husband.”
Lola’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Married,” I said, pointing at Matt. “To me.”
I walked over to their table, pulling the burner phone from my bag. Setting it down in front of Matt, I smirked. “Next time, find a better hiding spot.”
Matt’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Lucas stepped forward, his presence imposing. “Matt, just so you know, Jenna’s well aware of her legal rights.”
Matt looked at Lucas, then back at me, panic in his eyes. “Jenna, please, let’s talk about this.”
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“I married a woman thirty years older than me—despite my family’s strong objections. But on our wedding night, I uncovered a secret that changed everything. My name is Arjun Mehra. I’m twenty years old, about 180 cm tall, and currently in my second year at one of New Delhi’s top universities. Until recently, my life was simple—classes, exams, and future plans. That all changed the day I met Kavita Rao. She was sixty—graceful, composed, and impossible to ignore. Once the owner of a successful chain of luxury restaurants in Mumbai, she had stepped away from business and lived a quiet, private life. We met at a charity event in Gurugram. While others tried to stand out with loud conversations and laughter, Kavita remained calm and reserved. Her silver hair reflected the light, and her presence alone drew attention without effort. A few days later, she invited me to her mansion in South Delhi for tea. What I expected to be a short, polite visit turned into hours of meaningful conversation. She spoke openly about her life—early success, a marriage that ended without conflict, and a loneliness that lingered despite her achievements. She had everything—wealth, status, respect—except someone to truly share it with. Somewhere in those conversations, I realized I cared deeply for her. Not because of what she owned, but because she understood life in a way most people my age didn’t. Three months later, during a rainy evening, I told her I wanted to spend my life with her—no matter the age difference. The backlash was immediate. My family accused me of being after her money. My father called it disgraceful. My mother cried for days. Friends whispered behind my back. Eventually, I chose to walk away from all of them. We got married at her villa, with only a few of her close business associates present. I was the youngest person in the room—and I could feel every judgmental glance. That night, alone together as husband and wife, the atmosphere felt heavy and quiet. Kavita sat beside me and handed me a thick folder. Inside were documents—properties in Mumbai, ownership papers, and keys to a luxury car. I was overwhelmed. “I don’t want any of this,” I told her. “That’s not why I married you.” She studied me carefully before speaking, her tone calm but firm. “Arjun, you need to understand something,” she said. “Loneliness isn’t the only reason I chose you. I need someone to carry on what I’ve built.” Her words unsettled me. She explained that she had no children, and her wealth—worth hundreds of crores—would otherwise fall into the hands of distant relatives waiting for their chance. “I want it to go to you,” she said quietly. “But there’s one condition.” The room suddenly felt smaller. My voice tightened as I asked, “What condition?” She held my gaze steadily… and began to explain.
