A black sedan pulled up, and the driver stepped out — tall, slightly scruffy, and calm in a way that made me exhale for the first time that day. His name was Adam.
“Need a ride or an escape?” he joked.
“Both,” I said.
Somewhere between the stoplights, I told him everything — the betrayal, the broken engagement, the wedding dress hanging uselessly in my closet. He listened without judgment, just quiet understanding.
Then he asked, “So… what are you going to do with the dress?”
Half-laughing, half-crying, I said, “You know what would really drive him crazy? If I got married tomorrow.”
Adam looked at me in the mirror. “You serious?”
I nodded. “Why not? For once in my life, I want to do something reckless — something mine.”
The next morning, at 8 a.m. sharp, Adam called. And by that afternoon, we were standing in front of a clerk at City Hall, saying “I do.” My friends Mia and Clara were my witnesses. They thought I’d lost my mind — maybe I had. But for the first time in years, I felt alive.
I posted a photo on Instagram: me in my wedding dress, holding the hand of a man no one recognized. No caption. Just silence — the kind that said everything.
The next morning, Adam showed up at my door holding two coffees and an old photograph. In it, he was standing beside one of the most powerful businessmen in the country — Gregory, the CEO of a global shipping empire.
My jaw dropped. “That’s your father?”
Adam nodded. “I walked away from that world a few years ago. The taxi job? It’s just how I stay grounded.”
“So… you’re a billionaire?”
He smiled. “Technically. But last night, you didn’t care who I was. You just needed someone real.”
Over the next few weeks, we kept seeing each other — at first as a joke, then as something more. We cooked together, laughed at bad movies, and turned awkward silence into comfort. Slowly, revenge turned into something far deeper.
Two months later, we stopped pretending our marriage was just for show.
Now, two years later, Adam and I share a little girl named Ava — with his brown eyes and my stubborn chin. The wedding dress I almost burned is folded neatly in a box, next to a photo of that first wild day.
Sometimes, when people ask how we met, I laugh and say, “It started with heartbreak and a taxi ride — and ended with everything I never knew I wanted.”
Last night, as Adam kissed me goodnight, he whispered, “Reckless decisions aren’t always mistakes.”
And for once, I couldn’t agree more.
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