Wedgie Stories Fake Novels & Stories

he explained. "Oh, is that so? Dad is increasingly convinced that you're pretending! Aren't you think the same, Darling!" asked Mr. Knight allegedly speaking to his wife. "Hihihi, never mind Darling. Don't embarrass Eldrian! How do you know each other, Miss?" Mrs. Knight asked Ilona. "Ah__ how are we, Honey?" Ilona asked Eldrian if she felt it was wrong to tell the story. "Hihihi, there's no need to continue acting! I already know why you're just friends! Aldriana is the one telling the story!" emphasized Mrs. Knight.

I commented. I made her seat in front of me and hug her from behind. She is resting her back in my chest. I kissed her forehead. It is just like it was yesterday when she asks me the work of being a fake husband. That is the ridiculous thing I heard but the most wonderful thing I agreed with. I, Wilson Martinez, the fake husband now the real one is signing off.

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

But someone had taken that small lie and turned it into something huge, something that could destroy her life. “That’s not true,” she said, her voice breaking. “I used that name once, but it was never for anything like that. I never worked at your company. I never leaked anything. You’re making this all up.” Vance straightened up, a cold smile on his face. “We’ll see what the courts say, Miss Reeds. And we’ll see what the public says. Once this story gets out—once everyone learns that the woman who took down the mighty Kang Jin is just a common criminal, a fraud who used a fake identity to destroy a company—you’ll be lucky if you ever work again, let alone stay out of jail.”

Isabel said, her voice dripping with skepticism. I knew I had to intervene before suspicions grew. "We have nothing to hide," I began, fabricating a story. "Our wedding was a beautiful, whirlwind romance. Love at first sight, really. Cade and I knew we were meant to be, so we tied the knot in a quiet, intimate court ceremony. Everything was done legally, with our hearts full of joy." I added, with conviction, "We love each other deeply. I adore my husband, every aspect of him." The words poured from my heart, genuine and true, despite the fabricated circumstances.

Deborah was the first to react. She smiled and said, “Oh, Riley, you’re back? Why didn’t you knock? You scared me.” “I went to the bank today. “When we got married, you gave me a twenty-thousand-dollar cash wedding gift. I took it out today. The bank said only two thousand dollars of it was real. The other eighteen thousand dollars were all counterfeit.” The living room fell completely silent upon hearing my words. The smile on Deborah’s face disappeared.

I had to face the pack of wolves I called family. ‘Xavier, darling.’ My mom spotted me first and gave me a hug. She was followed closely by my father. ‘Hello mother of mine,’ I hugged her with a straight face. ‘Stan told me you’re engaged,’ father said without a preamble. ‘Uhm…actually-‘ I tried to explain. ‘Oh!’ Mom gasped. ‘That’s wonderful news, darling. You must bring her over.’ ‘No mom,’ I began to talk. ‘The thing is-‘

My name was trending. I opened T*****r, foolishly, like pressing on a wound to see how deep it was. #SidechickExposed #BlackwoodWeddingScandal #AmaraIbe My photo from the slideshow of me leaving Zane’s penthouse, hair messy, lips swollen was everywhere. Screenshots, memes, captions “What kind of woman ruins a wedding like this?” “Zane’s been cheating for years. Poor Sera.” “Imagine sleeping with the groom and then sitting in the front row at his wedding 💀💀.”

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.