My fianceé said, "I'm cancing the wedding. I'm in love with the wedding planner." I replied, "I und

My fianceé said, "I'm canceling the

wedding. I'm in love with the wedding

planner." I replied, "I understand."

Then I called the wedding planner

company and told them everything. He was

fired instantly. When both of them

showed up at my apartment at 3:00 a.m.,

3 weeks before the wedding, 4 years

together. I thought we were fine. We

weren't. She sat me down at a coffee

shop, our usual spot, and just said it.

I'm in love with Nolan. Who the hell is

Nolan? Oh, right. The wedding planner.

The guy we paid $12,000 to coordinate

our wedding. Smooth talking, expensive

suit, voice like a podcast host. Jessica

loved him from day one, apparently.

Literally. I asked her how long. 2

months. 2 months. While I was buying

ties and finalizing catering, she was

playing house with the guy writing our

schedule. I stared at her, said, "I

understand." She blinked. You do? Yeah,

these things happen. I'll handle the

cancellations. She actually smiled. I

was so scared you'd freak out. Nah, I

was already planning my next call.

First, my lawyer. Second, Nolan's

company. Hi, this is Brett Morrison. I

need to speak to Mr. Castiano about a

serious ethics issue involving one of

your employees, Nolan Thatcher. By the

next morning, Nolan was gone. Fired.

Turns out Prestige Event Planning has a

zero tolerance policy for screwing

clients, literally or otherwise.

Castellano called me personally. We're

refunding your $12,000 and adding $6,000

as a settlement. We'd prefer to keep

this quiet. $18,000. That works for me.

Then I posted wedding canceled. Turns

out my fiance fell for someone else.

DJ's already paid for. if anyone wants

December 15th. Didn't name names. Didn't

need to. Her friends put it together

fast. That night, Jessica calls. Brett,

what the hell did you do? Nolan got

fired. I let his employer know he was

sleeping with a client. That's not

drama. That's HR. You're ruining his

life. He did that himself. I just made a

phone call. Next morning, 7:12 a.m.

Jessica and her sister show up at my

door. You need to call his boss and say

you lied. No thanks. He lost his car,

his apartment. He's being sued. And

you're keeping the wedding money. That's

financial abuse. I'm keeping the money I

paid for my wedding, which is now

canceled because your sister couldn't

keep her hands to herself. More

screaming, then silence until Saturday.

3:07 a.m. Pounding on my door. I check

the cam. Jessica and Nolan. I grab my

phone. Go away or I'm calling the cops.

Nolan yells, "Be a man. Open the damn

door." So, I open it, but I leave the

chain on. He looks rough, hoodie, greasy

hair. Definitely not wedding planner

energy. He holds up his phone. I have

emails. Private emails. Things you told

me about Jessica. About your

relationship. You really want those

getting out? I blink. Are you trying to

blackmail me with emails I sent you as

your client? I'm trying to fix this.

You're trying to violate confidentiality

to get your job back. That's not fixing

anything. Jessica's behind him crying.

Please don't ruin his life more. Just

call Castiano. I start recording. I'm

documenting this attempted blackmail.

You're both trespassing. You have 10

seconds to leave. Nolan's face drops.

You can't record me. One party consent.

I'm the one party they leave, but not

before he punches my door frame. Caught

that on camera, too. Next day, he mass

emails my boss, my mom, even my college

roommate, claiming I'm abusive,

controlling, bitter. My lawyer reads

through them, laughing. He sent these

from his old work email. He says, "Still

has the company footer." He also

attached his own replies, flirting with

your ex. He basically sent us all the

evidence we'd ever need. I send a cease

and desist. My lawyer CC's Castiano.

Prestige event planning opens a $50,000

breach of contract lawsuit against

Nolan. Jessica gets served, too. She

calls me from a burner phone. I'll leave

him if you drop the charges. I

screenshot the message and block the

number. Thursday, 3:00 a.m. again. It's

Jessica alone. No makeup. crying on my

doorstep. Just 5 minutes, please. I open

the window. You're violating the cease

and desist. I don't care. I can't do

this. Nolan's not who I thought he was.

He screams, blames me, says I ruined his

life. You both did that together. I want

to come home. No, you left for a guy in

a vest with a clipboard. You don't get

to come back four years, Brad, which you

threw in the trash for two months of bad

decisions. The cops pull up. I don't

press charges. Just file a restraining

order the next morning. Final tally.

Nolan fired. Sued for $50,000. Lost his

license. Working at a diner. Jessica

living with her parents. Tried to become

an influencer. Got roasted into

oblivion. Me kept the ring. Sold it for

$8,000. Total money I got back. $22,000

refund plus $15,000 gift from Jessica's

dad plus $8,000 ring equals $45,000 and

zero regrets. They thought I'd cry.