My $300,000 Wedding Lie Left My Toxic Besties Single For Ten Years

On my wedding day, my circle of toxic frenemies came to my bridal suite and asked how much wedding allowance my husband had given me.

In reality, Marcus had only given me ten thousand dollars. But I lied through my teeth without blinking. "He gave me three hundred thousand!

And he bought me a house in cash!" Hearing this, a flash of pure jealousy shot through their eyes. For the next ten years, they used me as their benchmark.

They vowed never to marry unless they found a man as rich as my husband. Until one day, they finally found out the truth and exploded in rage.

I just shrugged innocently. "I was just talking smack. You guys didn't actually take it seriously, did you?" I did it on purpose.

This group of fake bitches always played the "supportive sisterhood" card to my face, but they constantly talked trash behind my back.

They even openly mocked me for being basic and always used me as their ugly foil. So, when I got married, I told them my husband gave me three hundred thousand dollars cash.

It’s been ten years now, and they are still miserably searching for their "perfect rich match." At our latest reunion, they clinked their glasses, flashing their cheap rings, and started whining to me. "Chloe, does Marcus have any brothers?

Or maybe some friends with the same net worth? Seriously, introduce us!" "Yeah, Chloe!

As long as he's loaded, I don't even care about his looks anymore!" "My niece is already married, and I’m still single!" Hearing this, I forced a troubled look on my face. "Marcus's friends are all on their second marriages now.

Why didn’t you guys say something earlier?" Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Who knew you’d get so lucky?" "Back then, you were the most basic one out of all of us.

But somehow, you bagged a secret millionaire! And he’s been climbing the corporate ladder ever since!" I laughed inside. "What can I say?

I guess I’m just lucky!" "Your inlaws really spoil you, too.

When you had your baby, didn't your motherinlaw buy you that chunky solid gold Cartier Love bracelet?" "I’m literally dying of jealousy! You have such a perfect life, Chloe!

Unlike us, we’re practically dusty and single!" I was laughing my ass off internally. In reality, Marcus's mom had only given me a small, standard gold bracelet.

I had fused it with my own inheritance jewelry to make that chunky Cartierstyle bracelet myself.

Then, I took a picture of it, posted it on Instagram, and successfully triggered their deepest insecurities.

During this dinner, I casually dropped the news about my recent promotion.

Tiffany gritted her teeth, her voice dripping with venom. "Wow, Chloe, you really are on a lucky streak!" "Is your company running out of people?

How did "you" get promoted?" Out of the whole group, Tiffany had the biggest problem with me. She prided herself on her hourglass figure and pretty face.

But after dating several guys, none of them ended in a ring. Meanwhile, I had gone on one blind date, got married, and was now thriving.

Looking at the raw jealousy in her eyes, I raised an eyebrow. "Who knows? Maybe my boss saw that I have a stable, happy family and high emotional intelligence.

Real talent recognizes real talent!" Her smile twisted so hard her face looked deformed. She was scratching the fork against the tablecloth so hard it almost ripped.

When I got home after the dinner, I opened Instagram and saw Tiffany’s new post. "Some girls have worse looks, worse personalities, and worse backgrounds than me, yet they somehow land a rich husband.

Life is so unfair." I could practically feel her grinding her teeth through the screen.

The comment section, however, was savage. "Maybe guys aren't actually blind, sis?" "You claim you’re so much prettier, post the receipts!" "Jealousy is an ugly look on you." Tiffany wouldn't back down.

She actually dug up an old photo of us from college—no makeup, terrible lighting, and cakedon eyeliner. "Look, I’m on the left, she’s on the right.

She was so chubby back then, shorter than me, and had no body. How did a girl like this land a corporate executive?

What am I missing?" In that old photo, I did indeed look like a potato next to her. But the comments kept roasting her. "She might be chubby, but she looks cute and soft.

Some guys love that." "Who wouldn't want a girl with healthy skin and energy? Nobody wants to cuddle a skeleton, sis." "Is it possible she lied about the $300,000?

Maybe she’s just flexing?" "Probably. In our city, a $300,000 cash gift is insane. And I know the company her husband works at. I've never heard of an executive named Marcus there.

At least ten years ago, he definitely wasn't an executive." Seeing that last comment, a cold sweat broke out on my neck. Wow, someone actually did their homework! But I didn't care.

I wasn't just bragging; I did it on purpose. Who told them to treat me like garbage back then? I snorted and locked my phone. Whatever.

Even if I told them the truth, they wouldn't believe me now. After all, I had played the role of the "naive, honest girl" for ten years.

How could they ever suspect I’d been playing them this entire time?

I slid my phone into my pocket, smiling as I looked at my husband, Marcus, busy cooking in the kitchen. My mood was fantastic.

He was indeed a highlevel executive now, but he had just got the promotion this year. So, technically, I hadn't lied. Ten years ago, it was just a manifestation.

Who says you can't dream big? I giggled, walked over, and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, burying my face in his broad back.

He startled slightly, then relaxed. "What's up, babe? Did you have fun with your girls tonight?" "Totally. They're actually still asking about you.

Since they’re all still single, they wanted to know if you have any eligible bachelor friends." Marcus chuckled. "A premium guy like me is hard to find.

Honestly, at their age and with their standards, it's going to be tough." "Right? I told them to give up.

They don't stand a chance anyway!" Our kid was staying at my inlaws' place tonight, so Marcus and I had the house to ourselves. He had even prepared a candlelit dinner for me.

I snapped a picture and posted it on Instagram, instantly racking up likes. Unsurprisingly, Tiffany lost her mind again.

She commented directly under my post: "Must be nice to just ignore your kid and play house. Marcus really treats you like a queen." "But don't get too arrogant, Chloe.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall!" I rolled my eyes. What a salty hater.

I posted another photo. "Marcus got promoted and bought me a gift!" It was a delicate sapphire ring set in yellow gold, elegant and not tacky at all.

It looked gorgeous against my fair skin. Tiffany commented: "Gold prices are up, so this must have cost at least a few hundred, right? Looks pretty thin, though.

Don't bend it!" I replied: "Actually, it's solid gold, and it cost over ten grand. Marcus said as long as I like it, price doesn't matter.

Love my husband and his sweet surprises!" I could picture Tiffany punching her drywall.

To stop teasing her, I cuddled up with Marcus to watch YouTube, but then I saw Tiffany’s face pop up on TikTok.

She was wearing a slinky, lowcut purple slip dress, looking all damselindistress. Her caption read: "My laptop is broken...

I don't suppose anyone can help a girl out?" Is her laptop broken, or is her brain fried? Half an hour later, she posted again: "Finally fixed!

Huge thanks to my handsome neighbor upstairs for saving the day!" I almost choked on my water laughing. Unbelievable.

Inviting a random man over late at night to "fix a computer" while wearing "that" dress? All I could do was wish them well.

That very night, Tiffany announced in our Snapchat group that she was officially off the market! The boyfriend was none other than the helpful neighbor.

I sent a quick "congrats" emoji. Three days later, Tiffany invited us all out for dinner to celebrate. I happily accepted.

When I arrived at the restaurant and saw the mysterious neighbor, I raised an eyebrow. Wow. Did she actually get lucky for once?

The guy was gorgeous. "Everyone, meet my boyfriend, Dustin.

He's the Managing Director at Summit Group!" Tiffany bragged. "And this is my bestie, Chloe!" Dustin handed me a sleek business card. I glanced at it. Managing Director?

Summit Group was actually a partner company of my firm, but I had never seen this guy in any of our highlevel meetings. Whatever. I was just here for the free food.

Once the others arrived and sat down, Dustin acted like a big shot.

With a wave of his hand, he told the waiter, "Bring us one of every signature dish!" "Today marks three days since my beautiful girl and I started dating. We have to celebrate!"

Tiffany blushed, tapping his shoulder playfully. "Oh, stop it, babe! You're making me shy!" "What's there to be shy about?

I like spoiling my woman." Watching them act all loveydovey, I mindfully drank my water. Once the food arrived, the brownnosing began. "Dustin, you're so young and successful!

And Tiffany is gorgeous. You two are literally a power couple!" "I know, right? Tiffany, you hit the jackpot.

He is so handsome!" Tiffany was glowing with pride. "Babe, my three friends here are still single. Maybe you could introduce them to some of your executive friends?

Anyone like you would be amazing!" But Dustin’s eyes drifted to me. "What about Chloe?" Tiffany chimed in quickly, "Oh, she’s been married for ages.

She actually just got promoted too. She’s our little independent career woman!" I smiled modestly. "Oh, it's just a small company.

Nothing compared to Dustin’s position." Dustin soaked up the compliment, puffing his chest out. "True. Personally, I only have one requirement for my woman: just look pretty.

If a married man still expects his wife to work, it just proves he’s incompetent." Feeling randomly attacked, I remained silent, took a sip of my drink, and kept eating.

But Tiffany seized the opportunity to throw shade at me. "Don't take it personally, Chloe.

My boyfriend is just a bit oldfashioned and masculine like that." I shrugged. "No offense taken. But I actually love my job. I enjoy the hustle." Dustin sneered. "What hustle?

Men are the real driving force in the corporate world.

Women are just office decoration at best." I set my fork down, looked straight into Dustin’s arrogant eyes, and wiped my mouth. "So, is Tiffany just 'office decoration' to you?" Tiffany’s face froze.

Dustin, without hesitation, pinched her cheek. "Of course not. She’s my precious baby!" The display was so cringeworthy I lost my appetite.

I took out my phone and texted Marcus to come pick me up.

Then, I stood up. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." After freshening up, I turned around to leave the restroom hallway, only to almost bump into Dustin, who was suddenly standing right behind me.

I immediately backed up, startled. "Dustin?" "Chloe, don't be so formal. Call me Dustin." His slimy, predatory eyes made my skin crawl. "We aren't close.

Please step back." I tried to push past him, but he blocked my path. "What's the rush?

I heard your husband is an executive at Apex Solutions?" "I actually worked at Apex before I joined Summit Group.

How come I never heard of an executive named Marcus?" I stared at him. "Does it matter?" "Of course it does. You lied to your best friends, didn't you?

If Tiffany finds out you’ve been faking it, she’ll ruin you." This was his big threat? I found it hilarious.

Shrugging, I said, "Go ahead and tell her then." I moved to walk away, but he grabbed my arm tightly, pulling me against his chest. "Why play hard to get?

You’re clearly materialistic. Why don't you just sleep with me?" "I love married women. They're so much more fun." He leaned in, his foulsmelling breath aiming for my lips.

Without a second thought, I swung my arm and slapped him hard across the face! "SLAP!" His face turned red with rage. "You bitch!

You dared to slap me?" Just then, a sharp scream echoed from the end of the hallway. "What the hell are you doing?!" It was Tiffany.

Before I could even open my mouth to explain, Dustin violently pushed me away! "You cheap whore! How dare you try to seduce me!" Tiffany ran over, her eyes wide with shock.

She screamed at me, "Chloe! How could you do this?!" Dustin quickly took her side. "Baby, I'm fine. Your 'bestie' is absolutely shameless.

She kept saying I was way better than her husband, and then she tried to kiss me!" "A disgusting, desperate woman like her doesn't deserve to be your friend!" "And her husband isn't even a real executive!

I worked at Apex, and he doesn't exist!" Hearing the commotion, the other girls ran over and gasped in shock. Tiffany looked at me with pure disgust. "Chloe, you are disgusting.

We are done!" I walked up to Dustin and kicked him as hard as I could right between his legs! "You got one thing right," I coldeyed Tiffany. "You definitely don't deserve to be my friend."

Dustin doubled over, his face turning blue from pain.

Tiffany went ballistic. "Are you insane?!" "Call the cops!" "Yes, please do!" I snapped, pointing directly at the security camera on the ceiling. "Let's see what the police say when they watch the footage of who was actually assaulting who!" Dustin instantly panicked. "No!

No cops!" I ignored him, pulled out my phone, and dialed 911. The restaurant staff rushed over to see what was going on.

Once the police arrived and reviewed the security footage, it was game over. Dustin was handcuffed on the spot. Seeing the footage, Tiffany’s jaw dropped.

She couldn't believe the "rich boyfriend" she had bragged about had tried to force himself on me the second he saw me.

She glared at me, her teeth grinding. "Chloe, what kind of spell did you cast on him?" "Why would he do that to you?!" I shrugged. "I told you, I don't want your trash.

Besides, I've never heard of a Managing Director named Dustin at Summit Group." "My company has meetings with them all the time. If he were a director, I’d know.

You probably got scammed, Tiffany. You should doublecheck his background." "I don't need your fake sympathy!" Tiffany spat.

The other girls quickly chimed in to defend her. "Chloe, what is your problem? Tiffany finally found a good guy, and you had to ruin it by tempting him?" "You're just jealous.

Dustin is highly successful and makes six figures. Why would he assault you? It must have been a misunderstanding!" "Seriously, Chloe.

I didn't know you were this snakey!" Tiffany added coldly: "I know you're jealous. You got married first, but it’s been ten years.

Your little ego trip is over." "Chloe, just sign a waiver to drop the charges against Dustin, and we’ll pretend this never happened." I burst out laughing. "Are you out of your mind?

Is your brain waterlogged? Did you not see the security video?" "It’s still your fault! Why did you have to go to the bathroom at the exact same time he did?

You were clearly trying to get his attention!" "Yeah, Chloe.

You act so innocent, but you're so manipulative!" "And confess already—your husband isn't actually an executive, is he?" I smiled. "No, he wasn't back then.

He was promoted recently. But he is a legitimate General Manager now." "You lied to us!" Tiffany screamed, losing her temper right there in the police station.

I threw my hands up. "It was a manifestation! Don't you want your partner to succeed in the future?" "From the day we got married, I believed in him.

Turns out, he was an amazing investment. I was right about him. You guys should be happy for me!" Tiffany was shaking with rage.

Then, she remembered something. "What about the $300,000 cash gift?!" The other girls gasped. "Yeah!

If Marcus wasn't an executive back then, how did he give you $300,000?!" "Tell us the truth! Did you get the money or not?!"