I Serve Rich Couple on Plane, Next Day Mother Introduces Me to Her Young Fiancé From Same Plane — Story of the Day

Flight attendant Kristi was distributing hot towels in business class, eleven thousand feet in the air. Edwin, a gallant wealthy man, captured her attention. What's more, he gifted the girlfriend diamonds on the plane! And the very next day, Kristi met Edwin again in her mom's country house! He also presented...diamonds to her! The most terrifying part was how much her mother trusted this man. Kristi had to act! Yet, she didn't fully grasp what lay ahead.

High above the clouds, in the tranquil haven of the plane's business class, Kristi moved gracefully down the aisle, her flight attendant uniform impeccable and her smile unwavering. She approached a couple seated by the window, their heads close together in intimate conversation.

The man, dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of refined taste, leaned closer to the woman, his hand holding a small velvet box. The woman, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, watched as he opened it to reveal a delicate necklace, the stones catching the light and casting prismatic colors across their seats. Kristi couldn't help but pause, her routine momentarily forgotten, as she observed this tender exchange.

"How beautiful," she thought, feeling a warmth spread through her at the sight of such unabashed love and affection.

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"May I?" the man asked, his voice soft but filled with excitement. The woman nodded, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she lifted her hair, allowing him to fasten the necklace around her slender neck. As he whispered compliments into her ear, Kristi noticed the woman's gaze shifted toward her.

Taken aback by the compliment, Kristi touched her lips self-consciously, a blush mirroring the woman's on her own cheeks. "Thank you," Kristi replied, her voice tinged with surprise and gratitude. "It's my favorite."

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The couple laughed softly, the ease and comfort between them palpable. The man, looking up at Kristi, extended a hand holding a generous tip, his gesture one of appreciation not just for her service but for allowing them this moment of joy without intrusion.

"It's my pleasure. Enjoy your journey together," she responded, her voice steady despite the flutter in her heart.

Kristi's thoughts lingered on the couple as she moved away, resuming her duties. In the world above the clouds, where she spent most of her days, moments like these were rare gems. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts of love, connection, and the countless stories unfolding at 30,000 feet. Each passenger carried their tale, dreams, and desires, and Kristi felt privileged to be a part of their journey, if only for a short while.

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***

Kristi's journey from the airport to her mom's house was a blur, her thoughts preoccupied with the memories of the flight. The encounter with the loving couple left her heart feeling full and wistful. Little did she know, a surprise awaited her at home that would turn her day in an entirely unexpected direction.

As she stepped through the front door, the familiar, comforting scent of home enveloped her. Her mother, beaming with joy, hurried to greet her with a tight hug.

"Kristi, dear, I can't wait for you to meet him!" she exclaimed, pulling Kristi towards the living room.

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There, standing in the living room with a charming smile and a posture of undeniable confidence, was Edwin, the same man from the plane. The recognition was instant, a jolt of surprise that left Kristi momentarily speechless. Edwin, however, didn't miss a beat. Extending his hand, he introduced himself as if they were strangers meeting for the first time.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kristi. Your mother has told me so much about you," he said, his voice smooth, his gaze steady.

The afternoon unfolded with a surreal quality. Edwin, with a flourish, presented Kristi and her mother with luxurious jewelry, his gesture grand and filled with apparent generosity. Kristi's mom was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling with delight and admiration for Edwin. Kristi, however, felt a knot of unease in her stomach. The glittering stones felt heavy with unspoken truths.

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Edwin took charge of the kitchen, insisting on preparing his signature dishes for them. Kristi watched, her curiosity piqued despite her reservations. Her mother, who had always preferred the simplicity of microwave meals to the complexities of cooking, was thoroughly impressed.

As Edwin laid the final touches on the meal, the aroma filled the kitchen, an undeniably appealing blend of spices and warmth. Kristi’s mother clapped her hands in delight, unable to contain her excitement.

“Oh, Kristi, look at this! Edwin has outdone himself,” her mother exclaimed, watching as Edwin plated the dishes with the precision of a seasoned chef. Edwin turned, offering them both a charming smile.

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Kristi nodded, her smile polite but cautious. “It smells wonderful, Edwin. Thank you for putting in so much effort,” she managed, her tone neutral. Her mother, however, was in full praise mode. “Kristi, can you believe this? I’ve never eaten anything like this at home. We’re so lucky to have Edwin with us.”

As they sat down to eat, Edwin described each dish, detailing the ingredients and the preparation process. Kristi’s mother was all ears, marveling at Edwin’s culinary skills and the exotic names of the dishes. Kristi took a bite, and despite her skepticism, she couldn't deny the flavors that danced on her tongue. “This is really good, Edwin,” she admitted, though her compliment was laced with a hint of reluctance.

Edwin beamed, clearly pleased with the reaction. “I’m glad you like it. There’s more where that came from if you ever want to try,” he offered his gaze again, meeting Kristi’s and searching for approval.

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The conversation shifted, Edwin regaling them with stories of his travels and the exotic places where he drew his culinary inspirations. Kristi listened, her skepticism shadowing her enjoyment of the meal. She noticed how Edwin’s stories were broad, lacking in personal detail, crafted to impress rather than inform.

“Edwin, how did you learn to cook like this?” Kristi asked, seizing a pause in the conversation, her curiosity genuine despite her doubts. “Oh, I’ve always been passionate about cooking. Picked it up here and there during my travels,” Edwin replied, his answer as smooth as the rest of his presentation, vague and embellished.

Edwin paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he regained his composure. “My family... well, they had other interests. But let’s focus on the now, shall we? I prefer to look forward.” Kristi’s mother swooned at Edwin’s words, but Kristi felt a chill. His evasion was a red flag, a puzzle piece that didn’t fit.

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As the night deepened, Kristi felt torn between the joy lighting up her mother's face and the growing unease within her own heart. Each of Edwin's moves, every smooth utterance, struck her as overly rehearsed, a show put on to captivate. Despite the allure of his grand gestures and expensive presents, Kristi couldn't shake off the intuition that there was more to Edwin than met the eye, stirring a restless curiosity and concern inside her.

Deciding to embrace the moment for her mother's sake, Kristi suggested they step outside, hoping the fresh air would clear her mind and give her a moment away from Edwin's magnetic pull.

***

Kristi and her mother stepped out onto the terrace, the evening air cool and inviting, starkly contrasting their tension.

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Her mother’s face lit up at the mention of Edwin's name. “Oh, Kristi, he’s wonderful. He’s a billionaire, the son of a diamond tycoon. He’s taken me on rides in his expensive cars, given me gifts...” Her voice trailed off, lost in the fantasy of her new life.

Her mother’s expression hardened. “Kristi, why can’t you be happy for me? Edwin loves me. This is about you not wanting me to be happy again after your father’s death.” “That’s not true! It’s just... doesn’t it seem odd to you? How quickly he’s moving?” Kristi countered, her frustration mounting.

“Odd? No, it's romantic. You're just too young to understand. Edwin has shown me nothing but love and affection,” her mother retorted, her tone dismissive.

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“Scammer? Kristi, you’re being ridiculous. And ungrateful. Here I am, finally finding happiness again, and all you do is criticize and accuse. Edwin is a good man!” Her mother’s voice rose in defense of her fiancé.

Kristi felt the gap between them widen, her concerns dismissed, her fears unacknowledged. “But at what cost, Mom? What if he breaks your heart? What if his intentions aren’t as pure as you believe?” “You sound just like your father, always so cautious, so... fearful. Well, I’m tired of living in fear, Kristi. Edwin makes me feel alive again,” her mother shot back, her voice cracking with emotion.

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Kristi’s heart ached at the mention of her father. “I just don’t want to see you lose everything to a man we barely know.” Their eyes locked, tumultuous words and emotions swirling between them. Then Edwin appeared cocktails in hand, his timing impeccable as always.

Kristi's frustration reached a boiling point as she faced Edwin, the man who had charmed his way into her mother's life with unsettling speed. She clutched the cocktail glass he had offered, its contents shimmering under the terrace lights, starkly contrasting the storm brewing within her.

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Edwin, taken aback by the sudden accusation, his smile faltering, attempted to maintain his composure. "Kristi, I assure you, your mother's happiness is my only intention. There’s no need for such hostility."

Hostility? That word echoed in Kristi's mind, fueling her resolve. With a swift, defiant motion, she lifted the glass and poured its contents over Edwin's head, the liquid cascading down his surprised face, an orange slice comically coming to rest atop his hair.

"What the!?" Edwin exclaimed, shock and anger intermingling in his voice. He sputtered, liquid dripping from his chin, hastily trying to wipe his face with his hands, his composure slipping momentarily as he reached up to remove the orange slice, his dignity attempting to cling on by a thread.

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Edwin's eyes flashed angrily, a glimpse of his true nature peeking through the facade. He opened his mouth, no doubt to unleash a torrent of retorts, but then paused, his gaze shifting to where Kristi's mother stood, watching the scene unfold in stunned silence. His expression shifted, the anger making way for a calculated calmness, an unsettling smoothness returning to his voice.

"Kristi, I understand you're protective of your mother. That's admirable, truly," Edwin said, the rage momentarily hidden behind a veil of forced understanding. "But this... this is not the way."

Her mother's voice broke through their confrontation, a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Kristi, how could you? Edwin, I'm so sorry..." Kristi met her mother’s gaze, her eyes filled with tears of frustration and helplessness. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I can’t watch this happen.”

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Now dabbing at his face with a napkin, Edwin turned to her mother with a reassuring smile, the perfect picture of forgiveness. "It's alright. I'm sure Kristi did what she thought was right. Let's not let this ruin our evening." Kristi watched, aghast, as Edwin managed to spin the situation, playing the victim, the magnanimous fiancé. She realized then the depth of his manipulation, a realization that chilled her to the bone.

As she retreated to the solitude of her room, Kristi could hear Edwin’s smooth reassurances, his voice calm and collected, weaving his spell once again. She knew then that her battle was far from over. She would need to find proof, concrete evidence, to expose Edwin for who he truly was, to protect her mother from a fate she was too blinded by love to see.

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***

Kristi took a long walk outside the airline office before taking a deep breath and stepping inside. She approached the front desk, and a young woman with a friendly smile greeted her. "Good morning! How can I assist you today?" the airline representative asked, her tone welcoming.

The representative raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but that's confidential information. May I ask why you need it?" Kristi hesitated, and then a spark of inspiration struck. "I believe a passenger left behind something precious. I want to help return it," she said, hoping her improvised lie sounded convincing.

The representative paused, then nodded. "Okay, I can't give you the list, but I can help if you provide more details. Let's go somewhere more private to discuss this." She led Kristi to a small office cluttered with papers and airline memorabilia.

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The representative typed rapidly, then nodded. "Yes, Isabella did report missing jewelry. She was seated in 12C. It's here in our Lost & Found. Quite a stroke of luck. You're here to help!"

Kristi's heart raced. "Could I... could I possibly return it to her myself? It might mean more coming from someone on the same flight." The representative looked thoughtful, then replied, "I suppose so. But you must sign a release form, taking responsibility for its return. Are you sure about this?" "Yes, absolutely," Kristi said, her determination solidifying.

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After signing the necessary paperwork, Kristi was handed a small, secured bag containing Isabella's jewelry. The weight in her hand felt like holding a piece of the puzzle that could unravel Edwin's deceit. "Thank you for doing this. It's quite kind of you," the representative said, offering Kristi a genuine smile as she escorted her out.

***

Armed with Isabella's contact details and the precious cargo, Kristi dialed her number, rehearsing her story in her mind. "Hello?" came Isabella's cautious reply after several rings.

Isabella's tone instantly warmed. "You did? Oh my goodness, my jewelry! I thought I'd never see it again. How can I ever thank you?" Kristi felt a pang of guilt for the deception but pushed it aside. "It's no trouble. I want to return it to you personally if that's okay. Can we meet?"

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"Yes, of course! Wherever, whenever you say," Isabella replied, the relief palpable in her voice. They arranged to meet at a hotel lobby the following afternoon. Kristi hung up the phone. As she prepared for the meeting, Kristi reflected on the journey she had embarked on. It was not just about recovering lost jewelry; it was about protecting her mother and seeking justice for those Edwin had wronged.

***

As Kristi approached Isabella in the hotel's coffee shop, a flicker of recognition crossed Isabella's face, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to place the familiar stranger standing before her.

"Kristi?" Isabella asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Yes, it's me. Isabella, right?" Kristi confirmed, sitting down across from her. The initial awkwardness gave way to a surprising revelation as Isabella's memory clicked into place.

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Kristi nodded, a wry smile crossing her lips. "Yes, that was me. It's a small world, isn't it?" Isabella laughed, the ice between them breaking. "It certainly is. But what brings you here? How did you find me?"

Taking a deep breath, Kristi dove into her story, explaining her mother's entanglement with Edwin and her growing suspicion that he was not who he claimed to be. As Kristi unfolded the details of her mother's whirlwind romance with Edwin, Isabella's face turned serious, a dawning realization settling in.

Kristi reached across the table, touching Isabella's hand gently. "I think Edwin is deceiving both of us and probably others too. We can't let him get away with this." Isabella's eyes hardened with determination. "What do you propose we do?"

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"We use your meeting to our advantage," Kristi suggested, her mind racing with possibilities. "We stage a scenario in the restaurant, something that will force him to reveal his true intentions. We could catch him in his web of lies." Isabella considered Kristi's proposal for a moment, the gears turning in her head. "That could work. But how do we ensure we have enough evidence to expose him?"

The more they talked, the more detailed their plan became. They discussed every aspect, from the timing to their positions in the restaurant, even considering Edwin's possible reactions. Isabella finally leaned back, a stubborn look on her face. "Let's do it. It's time Edwin faced the consequences of his actions."

They spent the next hour in the coffee shop, sketching their plan on the napkins. As Kristi walked back to her car, she couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and exhilaration. The stakes were high, but so was their determination. Together, they had a chance to bring Edwin's charade crashing down, and Kristi was ready to play her part to the fullest.

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***

In the dimly lit ambiance of the upscale restaurant, Isabella sat nervously, twirling her wine glass, awaiting Edwin's arrival. Across the room, disguised as a waitress, Kristi kept a watchful eye, her heart racing with anticipation. The plan they had meticulously crafted was about to unfold. Edwin entered, his confidence unmistakable as he spotted Isabella and approached with a charming smile.

"Excellent choice," Edwin agreed, his gaze never leaving Isabella. Kristi noted the order and swiftly returned with a bottle of red wine, pouring a glass for each with practiced ease. "Will there be anything else for the moment?" she asked, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

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"That'll be all, thank you," Edwin replied, his attention already shifting back to Isabella. Isabella took a sip of her wine, then, leaning in, said, "Edwin, about the money... I've been thinking. Maybe there's another way I can help. Perhaps with a gift? Something lasting?"

Edwin's interest was piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?" "A piece of jewelry. Something to symbolize our... partnership," Isabella suggested, her voice laced with feigned affection. "Interesting idea," Edwin mused. "Let's look at something online. My phone’s right here."

Holding the wine bottle with a deliberate focus, Kristi made her way to Edwin and Isabella's table, where the two huddled closely over Edwin's phone, their fingers swiping through a catalog of shimmering jewelry. The restaurant buzzed around them, but their world was momentarily confined to the screen's glow.

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Seeing her chance, Kristi approached with the guise of refilling their glasses. "More wine?" she offered, her voice laced with practiced cheerfulness. Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in to pour, her hand "slipping" exaggeratedly. A generous splash of red wine cascaded over Edwin's pristine shirt, a direct hit.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!" Kristi blurted out, feigning shock and horror at her clumsiness. "This is a designer shirt, you klutz!" Edwin fumed, his usual charm dissolving into raw irritation.

Isabella jumped in, her voice a calming balm. "It's just an accident, Edwin. Let's not make a scene." She touched his arm lightly, trying to soothe his flaring temper while shooting Kristi a discreet nod of encouragement.

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"Can you believe that? Absolute incompetence!" he vented to Isabella, who nodded sympathetically while inwardly cheering Kristi's successful execution of their plan. Isabella kept up her end of the charade, engaging Edwin in light conversation to distract him further and buy Kristi more time. "Let's not let it ruin our evening," she coaxed, her voice sweet, "Tell me more about your day."

As Kristi "hurried" away, ostensibly to deal with the wine fiasco, she made a beeline for the restroom, keeping Edwin's actual phone securely in her grasp. Her heart pounded from the physical exertion and the adrenaline of the gamble they were taking.

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Inside the confines of the restroom stall, Kristi frantically scrolled through Edwin's phone, her hopes of finding concrete evidence against him diminishing by the second. Instead of the smoking gun she hoped for, all she discovered was Edwin's active profile on a dating site, complete with a slew of messages from various women.

One particular conversation caught her eye—a flirtatious exchange with a woman named Rosalin. The messages were eerily similar in tone to those Edwin had sent her mother, filled with promises and flattery. Kristi's heart sank; while morally dubious, these messages weren't the undeniable proof she needed.

Feeling the pressure of time, Kristi started typing hurriedly into the phone. The content of her message remained a mystery, a desperate last-minute plan forming in her mind. As she tapped away, lost in concentration, a sudden noise snapped her back to reality.

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Panic surged through Kristi as she realized the gravity of her situation. She had been caught red-handed, and Edwin was about to uncover their plan. "Just a minute!" she called out, her voice trembling, trying to buy herself some time to think. Edwin, however, was not in the mood to wait.

In a moment of sheer panic, Kristi stood up, the phone still in her hand, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She had to escape, but Edwin was blocking her only way out. She opened the stall door slowly, her eyes meeting Edwin's in a tense standoff. Edwin lunged for her, trying to snatch the phone, but Kristi dodged, her adrenaline surging. "Stay back!" she warned her back hitting the cold wall of the restroom.

"Give me my phone, or you'll regret it!" As Edwin managed to corner her, his hand reaching for the phone, Kristi uttered a desperate scream, hoping someone would hear and come to her. Kristi braced herself, knowing that whatever happened next could change everything.

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***

In the buzzing atmosphere of the police station, Kristi sat on a cold, metal chair, her hands nervously twisting together. The events that had unfolded so rapidly were now crashing down on her. A stern-faced officer stood before her, his expression unreadable as he delivered the warning that sealed her fate.

Kristi's heart sank. "I understand, officer. I just... I thought I was doing the right thing," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her conviction waning under the weight of her current reality. The officer softened slightly. "Good intentions don't always lead to good actions. Be more careful next time," he advised before turning to complete the paperwork.

As Kristi pondered his words, the station's doors swung open, and her mother entered, her face a storm of emotions. Disappointment etched deep into her features, her eyes found Kristi's, and in that gaze, Kristi saw the chasm that had opened between them.

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Her mother shook her head, disbelief and anger mingling in her expression. "Protect me? By breaking the law? Kristi, you've gone too far this time. Edwin has been nothing but kind to us."

The conversation drew the officer's attention, who stepped over to reiterate the legal boundaries now set around Kristi. "Miss, you are to cease all contact with Mr. Edwin. Any further actions against him will lead to immediate arrest. Do you understand?" Kristi nodded, a lump forming in her throat as she whispered, "Yes, sir."

Turning back to her mother, Kristi sought any sign of forgiveness but found none. "Mom, please..."

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With those words, her mother turned and left the station, leaving Kristi in a vortex of guilt, regret, and disbelief. As the officer returned the phone to her, a simple "Make sure it doesn't happen again" was all he said, his voice devoid of judgment yet heavy with warning.

The ride home was a blur, the city lights streaking past her window as she leaned against the cool glass, trying to piece together where everything had gone wrong. The stark realization that her actions, no matter how well-intentioned, had consequences for her and those she loved was a bitter pill to swallow.

***

In the dimly lit lobby bar of the hotel where Isabella resided, Kristi sat with a glass of amber liquid in her hand. She wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight, the alcohol seemed like a necessary balm for her frayed nerves and heavy heart. The events at the police station had left her feeling defeated and isolated, but here, in this moment, she sought solace at the bottom of a glass.

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Having heard of Kristi's ordeal, Isabella joined her, sliding onto the stool beside her. "I heard about what happened, Kristi. I'm so sorry," Isabella began, her voice laced with genuine concern. Kristi offered a wry smile, swirling the drink in her hand. "Thanks, Isabella. It's been... a lot. But, hey, I did manage to do one thing before the whole debacle." She took a sip of her drink before continuing.

Isabella's eyebrows rose in surprise and admiration. "Really? That's brilliant, Kristi. That could be our way to use his tools against him." The suggestion sparked a sliver of intrigue in Kristi's foggy mind. "Yeah? And how do you suppose we do that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued despite the alcohol dulling her senses.

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With that, the women ordered another round of drinks and huddled together, pulling out Isabella's laptop from her oversized bag. They began their covert operation by logging into the dating site with Edwin's new credentials.

Kristi read out loud, her voice tinged with mock seriousness, the syrupy messages Edwin had sent unsuspecting women. "My dearest Rosalin, the moment I saw your profile, I knew you were the one for me..." She couldn't finish without bursting into laughter, Isabella joining in, the absurdity of the situation momentarily lifting their spirits. Taking turns, they crafted responses to these women, their messages a blend of warning and compassion.

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As they continued, the mood shifted from one of fun to solemnity. They were, after all, dealing with real people's emotions, women just like them who were seeking connection and perhaps love. The laughter died down, replaced by a sense of purpose.

Hours passed, the bar gradually emptying as the night wore on. The laptop screen glowed dimly, a beacon of their quiet rebellion against Edwin's schemes. Eventually, Isabella closed the laptop, signaling the end of their endeavor for the night. Isabella reached out, squeezing Kristi's hand.

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Kristi, feeling the effects of the alcohol and the exhaustion from the day's events, leaned back in her chair. "Thanks, Isabella. For everything," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

***

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The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city chapel, its spire piercing a sky as blue as a robin's egg. Today was the day that Edwin was to be married, an event he had anticipated with a blend of eagerness and self-satisfaction. Unbeknownst to him, it was also the day his past would catch up to him in the most public and dramatic way possible.

As the ceremony began, a strange murmur ran through the crowd. From her secluded spot, Kristi watched as one woman, then another, and dozens more, began converging on the wedding. They were of all ages and from various walks of life but shared a common purpose. These were the women Edwin had deceived, the ones he had charmed and tricked, and they were here to claim their pound of flesh.

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"What is this?" Edwin stammered, stepping back as more shouts filled the air.

"He's a liar!" another woman screamed. You won't get away with this!" a third added.

Before anyone could fully grasp the situation, the ceremony descended into chaos. Women swarmed the altar, bypassing a flustered priest who looked utterly baffled by the turn of events. With a precision that spoke of deep personal vendetta, Kristi watched as one woman smashed a wedding cake into Edwin's face. The cream and sponge exploded upon impact, covering his features in a sticky mess.

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Edwin, cake dripping down his suit, turned to flee, but the women were relentless. As he dashed down the aisle, a determined guest stuck out her foot, tripping him. Edwin stumbled and fell headlong into a meticulously arranged flower bed outside the chapel. His fall was met with cheers and jeers from the crowd of deceived women.

No longer just spectators, the women descended upon him, their hands grabbing whatever they could find—handbags, shoes, even floral arrangements — and using them to get their personal revenge. Accusations and curses punctuated each strike, each woman unleashing her fury on the man who had duped her.

Edwin tried to shield himself from the onslaught, but his accusers drowned out his pleas for mercy.

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As the police managed to clear the agitated group and lead a disheveled Edwin away, the atmosphere began to settle into an eerie calm. Once thick with shouts and chaos, the air now buzzed with hushed conversations and the occasional sob. Women gathered in small groups, some comforting each other while others stared in disbelief at the place where justice had been spontaneously served.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows that danced around her, hinting at the battles yet to come. But for Kristi, the path forward was clear. With each step, she felt more determined to turn her newfound role into a crusade against deception, a beacon for those who had suffered silently. This was just the beginning, and her next move was already forming in her mind, as intriguing and unpredictable as the path that had led her here.

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