I’m Tessa, 35, and I thought I had the perfect man and the perfect wedding lined up.

Jared and I had dated for two years, and our connection felt effortless.

He proposed last Christmas, and for eight months, wedding planning took over my life. I was excited, in love, and ready.

Then one week before the big day, Jared started acting strange distant, secretive about his bachelor trip.

I chalked it up to nerves until I ran into his groomsman Dylan at the mall.

“Cool of you to be chill about the closure trip,” Dylan said. “Closure trip?”

He laughed. “Yeah, Jared going to Cancún with Miranda. His ex.

Bold move, huh?”The world tilted

.I didn’t confront Jared. Instead, I called Liam my college ex.

We hadn’t spoken much in years, but when I asked him to help me stage my own “closure vacation,”

he agreed without hesitation. On the day Jared left for his trip, I showed up at the airport in a white sundresswith

Liam. I walked right up to Jared and Miranda in line and introduced

Liam with a sweet kiss. “We figured, since you’re doing closure, we should too,”

I said. Jared’s face was priceless.Liam and I actually flew to Cabo and spent the week reconnecting.

What started as petty revenge turned into something real.

We talked, laughed, and remembered what we had once shared.

And this time, we didn’t let go.Six months later, Liam proposed.

We were married in a small ceremony the following spring.

Jared eventually sent a one-line email:“Guess your closure worked.” Yes. Yes, it did.