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Savage Bride Reads Her Fiancé’s Cheating Texts Aloud To All Her Wedding Guests

What is going on with the bridal situation down under?

First we were introduced to that chick who secretly fattened up her hot sisters in order to look better than them in her wedding pictures, and now Casey, who in the face of the ultimate betrayal decided to roast her fiancé in the most public way imaginable.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. The beginning of Casey’s tale, as told to Whimn, is a quick summary of what is to come.

I stood at the front of the room in my wedding dress and looked out at the excited faces of our friends and family. My hands were shaking, but not nearly as much as my insides quivered.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, instead, I knew it was the end of my dream relationship and everyone was going to witness it.

Alex* and I had been together for six years. I felt he was The One instantly. Our families became friends, our lives were entwined, and I believed we’d live happily ever after.

Casey explains how excited she was to marry Alex…until she received an anonymous text just hours before her wedding.

On the last night of my unwed life, I was with hanging out my best friends in a glitzy hotel room. My phone buzzed from across the room and I did a silly sashay with my glass in my hand to go and retrieve it.

“Phone is running hot tonight,” commented one of my bridesmaids.

But this text wasn’t like the other wishes of luck and love. This text took us all by surprise and changed everything in the heartbeat.

The message was a series of screenshots from a number I didn’t recognize. The accompanying message simply said, “I wouldn’t marry him. Will you?”

What ensued was a flood of compromising text messages and pictures of Alex and the mystery woman he’d been cheating on Casey with.

The screenshots were of conversations between my husband-to-be and another woman. Loads of them, including selfies of the pair. She was the opposite of me. I’m blonde and fair, and this unknown woman had dark hair and olive skin.

The texts were dated from months to only days before. My brain simply could not compute WTF was going on. There was no questioning the legitimacy of these messages. I just knew.

Casey then shared some of the texts Alex supposedly sent mystery lady. They read as though they were written by a bot who was given hundreds of corny romance books and told to craft a sexy message, raising the question of whether this story is true at all.

Suddenly, little moments added up and I realised I was a fool.

“This weekend. You and I. It is on, hot stuff. Bring your A game.”

“Your body is fucking incredible. And shit do you know how to use it. I wish my GF had half the skills you do.”

“I miss you so much. I can’t stop thinking about L, S, F’ing you. I’ve never had this kind of connection before.”

Every word like a dagger in my heart and my wedding was only hours away. How could I cancel when everyone had already travelled to be there and everything was paid for?

I mean, “I can’t stop thinking about L, S, F’ing you”?!?? What????

Casey’s girls threatened violence, as any good girlfriend would.

I burst into shamed and broken tears. My girls were threatening all manner of violence against him. They insisted I call him immediately and call the wedding off.

But I loved Alex. I wanted to marry Alex tomorrow. I was too shocked and sad to be angry. I didn’t call him.

Eventually, we tried to go to bed. I didn’t sleep a wink and when dawn finally broke I awoke the girls and told them my decision – I was going to go ahead with the wedding as expected, and ‘out’ him in front of our friends and family.

But Casey settled on a plan of her own.

I walked down the aisle with leaden feet, my dream dress now just a costume. As he saw my face he knew this was not an ecstatic woman on her big day, but he had no idea what was coming. I arrived at the front of the room, took a big breath and I faced our friends, our parents and I told them the truth about Alex.

A devious plan, splendid in its humiliation and theatrical flair.

“There will be no wedding today,” I announced “It seems Alex is not who I thought he was.”

A ripple of shock went through the crowd and Alex tried to grab my hands but I put down my flowers to reveal my phone in my hand.

I read every single message she sent me. With each word, more colour left Alex’s face.

I let my weeping eyes rise and meet his, and he had not one thing to say.

He stalked out of the church with his best man trailing behind him. His family looked on, horrified.

The money had been spent and so the party continued, sans Alex.

“I love all of you and as horrible as this is I’m glad you all are here. There will not be a wedding reception today, but instead, there will be a celebration of honesty, finding true love and following your heart even when it hurts.”

There was a smattering of awkward applause and a little cheering. What was the correct response to this news? It was certainly not the wedding day I had planned but to our credit, it was one hell of a party.

Alls well that ends well, I suppose, except for every person reading this whose trust issues just multiplied by a factor of several thousand.