My Boyfriend Went on a Bachelorette Trip with All Women — Karma Struck Hard When the Truth Came Out

Secrets, lies, affairs, drama, and so much more are what make up my sordid tale. I once trusted my boyfriend with having a female best friend but felt uneasy when she asked him to join her bachelorette party. Only to find out that there was more to their "friendship" than I anticipated!

Let me tell you about the time I, Matilda, learned that sometimes the universe knows when to intervene. It all started when my boyfriend, Jake, was invited to be the "man of honor" at his female best friend, Lisa's, wedding. He was thrilled; I was... less so.

Lisa planned a weekend bachelorette getaway in a quaint cabin by a lake. To my dismay, Jake was the only guy invited! "It's just a fun trip, babe! You know I love you," he assured me.

He said this while packing his bags excitedly and ahead of time. This all happened at the apartment he shared with three other guys, as I hovered around.

He was going to be the only man in a house full of women where there would be lots of drinking. I mean, I'm cool with us having friends of the opposite sex, but this threw me for a loop!

The truth was that I also had a male best friend, but I would never go on a trip with only him and a bunch of other guys.

"Jake, you really see nothing wrong with this?" I asked a day later while visiting him again, my voice a mix of concern and frustration.

"Babe, Lisa and I go way back; it's just a friendship," he said, avoiding my gaze as he zipped up his suitcase.

The day he left, I couldn't shake off my unease. My friend, Emily, tried to console me over coffee. "Maybe it's harmless, you know? Just friends being friends."

"Yeah, perhaps," I murmured, stirring my coffee. But deep down, I felt something was off. I was a mess while he was gone and couldn't help but feel all kinds of uncomfortable.

The weekend was torturous! I tried distracting myself, but my mind kept racing with worst-case scenarios!

Then, Sunday arrived, and I expected Jake to walk through the door of my apartment, tired but happy. Instead, I got a text: "Car won't start, battery dead. Might be late."

An hour later, another update: "Flat tire now. Can you believe this luck?" His messages tinged with frustration, but all I could think was, Is this bad karma for something?

Finally, he arrived, looking exhausted. "You won't believe the weekend I've had...," he started, but I cut him off.

"Tell me about the trip. How was it, REALLY?" I asked, showing how concerned I'd been and needing to have my fears assuaged.

Jake's face softened as he brushed my worries to the side saying all the right things. "Honestly? It was eye-opening. I... I realized how much I love you. I got pretty drunk one night and poured my heart out to the girls about us," he confessed.

He then handed me a cute little shirt he'd bought as an unexpected gift.

Relieved, I hugged him, thinking I had been paranoid after all, and okay, maybe I was freaking out over nothing.

But the universe wasn’t done yet!

The next day, my phone buzzed. It was two text messages from Lisa's fiancé, Jim. When I opened the first one, it said, “I showed up unannounced to the cabin where the 'bachelorette' was supposed to be held. You won’t believe what I saw...”

I realized the second message was a photo, and I was ready to see anything, but NOT THAT!

In the image, my boyfriend was ALONE with Lisa, and they were all snuggled up, naked, sharing kisses on the couch!

I immediately responded to Jim with a call, asking him what he was talking about. "It wasn't a bachelorette party at all," he reiterated. "I showed up at the venue and found out it was only Lisa and Jake there. No one else."

"The picture I sent you is how I found them together, and I thought you deserved to know the truth."

My heart sank. "What? That... That can't be right," I stammered, feeling the ground shift beneath me. "I'm sorry you had to find out the truth this way. I've called off the wedding and I told you because if it was me in your shoes, I'd want to know," Jim shared.

I thanked him for cluing me up before hanging up the phone. My instincts had been right all along, and I was LIVID for not listening to them!

I confronted Jake as soon as he got to my place. "Is it true?" My voice was a whisper, dreading the answer as I held up the picture from Tom.

Jake looked defeated, his eyes not meeting mine. "I... I didn't know how to tell you. It just... happened. We never meant for—"

"Save it," I cut him off, my decision clear. "We're done, Jake."

I blocked them all: Jake, Lisa, and anyone connected to that deceit! I couldn't believe I had been committed to this lying, cheating, useless man.

Later, I heard karma came again for my ex, and his life was now imploding! He lost his job because he didn't show up the following day due to his continued car troubles. He also had to move back with his mom—since he couldn't pay his share of the rent where he was staying.

We'd recently discussed him moving in with me, but that wasn't happening anymore — a bullet I dodged there!

Sitting now in the quiet of my apartment, I can't help but smile wryly. Karma indeed had a way of sorting things out, and I'm just here to watch it unfold. What a week, huh?

While Lisa was one of the bad guys in Matilda's story, in the following tale, she helped a friend to nail a potential cheater — the irony right? Read on to see how she assisted a pal to get free from a lying partner!

I Accidentally Discovered My Husband's Desire to Cheat on Me with Another Woman, So I Taught Him the Lesson of His Life

In what seemed like just another quirky habit, my husband's new phone never left his pocket, sparking a cascade of suspicions over his secretive behavior. He never used it in front of me, opting instead for stealthy texting under blankets or quick pocketing whenever I entered the room. It wasn't rocket science to figure he was hiding something.

This dance of deception continued until one cold night when his phone accidentally fell out while we were snuggled on the couch. It lay buzzing with notifications near me, and as I reached to plug it into the charger, the screen lit up with alerts from a dating app—confirming my worst fears after two years of unwavering support through his unemployment!

With a sense of betrayal festering inside, I decided not to confront him directly. Instead, I enlisted my friend Lisa, who was unfamiliar to him, to create a fake profile with her images on the same dating app. Sure enough, he swiped right, and our deceptive dialogue began.

He painted himself as a single guy living with a "roommate"—news to me, his actual live-in girlfriend! We escalated our chats to setting up a hotel rendezvous, which I, ironically, ended up financing. As D-Day arrived, I implemented my plan: while he headed out to what he believed would be a romantic evening, I packed his belongings, changed the locks, and prepared his ultimate surprise.

I let him stew in anticipation at the hotel until 1 a.m., then sent him a picture of his possessions now abandoned on the sidewalk. With his subsequent frantic calls blocked, I relished in the newfound peace of my uncluttered apartment.

The ordeal ended with him desperately sobbing at my doorstep, only to be met with a firm refusal and a call to the police for a restraining order. Rumors later informed me that he had moved away and found a job, perhaps jolted into responsibility by the harsh wake-up call.

This painful saga taught me the importance of self-respect and the lengths one might go to protect it, turning a seemingly mundane suspicion into a dramatic cleansing of deceit.

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