After 12 years of marriage, my husband Ben didn’t think I was “good enough” for his high school reunion. So he paid a stranger $600 to pretend to be his wife.
What he didn’t know? I found the invoice—and I had a plan. At the reunion, I made sure the slideshow included my real wedding photo right before a picture of him and his rented “wife,” captioned: “Some people grow with their partners. Others rent them for $600.”
The room gasped. Chloe fled. Ben froze. I stepped forward: “Hi. I’m Claire — his real wife.” By Wednesday, divorce papers were served.
He wanted a trophy wife. Now he’s just a cautionary tale — and I’m finally free.