Firefighter Grant has always believed that love conquers all. Until he finds divorce papers in his wife’s car, tied to a deal with her ruthless father. Betrayal burns deep, but Meghan has something else up her sleeve… Soon, a high-stakes game begins, where love, loyalty, and revenge collide in a way no one sees coming.
I’ll be honest, I’ve never been the kind of guy who was happy sitting behind a desk and doing a boring job. I was never the kind of guy who wore a suit, other than for funerals or weddings.
I am a hands-on, grease-in-your-face kind of guy, who grew up in a family where hard work meant everything. And the one lesson we always had growing up was: you stood by your family no matter what.
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That’s the only kind of life I know.
But then I met Meghan, and things got a bit twisted.
I’ll never forget the night we met. The guys and I were taking part in our usual chili cookoff. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was what we loved to do on our quiet evenings.
Not that we were allowed to say the word “quiet.”
A pot of chili and a tray of garlic bread | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t even think about saying the ‘q’ word, Grant!” my partner, Phil, said as he squeezed a lemon.
“I wasn’t going to!” I exclaimed. “But I think you mentioning it counts. It’s on Phil, everyone!”
And just like that, our fire alarms went off, alerting us to a tragedy.
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There was a fire in the apartment building just off the university campus. It was close to us, so being the closest fire station, we were the ones to save the day.
When we got to the apartment building, smoke was already pouring from the windows.
“Right, you all know what to do!” our captain shouted, giving us our orders.
Just when we thought we had everything under control, I heard a bark from inside the building.
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“Got it, Grant?” Phil bellowed over the sound of the hose.
“Got it!” I said, already running into the building. I didn’t think. I just moved.
I made my way through the smoke and debris, following the anxious barks. I finally found the little guy. A terrified golden retriever, curled in a corner, whimpering, its fur singed at the edges. Scooping it up, I sprinted through the suffocating heat, barely making it out before the ceiling collapsed behind me.
A dog in an apartment | Source: Midjourney
“It’s okay, boy,” I said, holding onto him. “You’re safe now.”
The moment my boots hit the pavement, a woman ran straight toward me. Tear-streaked and panicked, she fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around the trembling dog.
And then, before I could even process it, she threw herself at me.
“Thank you!” she gasped. “Thank you for saving my baby!”
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And that was Meghan.
“It was my apartment,” she said. “I started the fire. I put fries in the oven and was sitting on the couch waiting for the timer to go off. But I must have fallen asleep. I’m so sorry! Look at the mess I’ve made of everything. And I was so sure I lost this guy…”
Her voice trailed off as she reached down to hug the dog again.
Before I knew what I was doing, I invited her back to the firehouse.
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“Listen, ma’am,” I said. “We’re almost done here. If you want, you can come back with us. We’ve got everything you and the little guy need. Until your family gets to you, I mean.”
Meghan smiled shyly and then nodded.
And that was the beginning of everything.
Meghan was everything I wasn’t. She was graceful and smart and born into a world of old money and quiet luxury. The complete opposite of me.
A woman standing on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney
But somehow, Meghan still chose me.
Her father, though? Yeah, that man hated me from the get-go.
Paul wasn’t just rich. He was old-money rich. Like, the kind of man who could buy a politician with pocket change. When he saw me, he didn’t see a firefighter. He saw a stray dog that his daughter had dragged home. A charity case. Something that she would get bored of.
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The first time we met, he shook my hand like he was testing the grip of a wrench. He was always with the polite smiles, the fake pleasantries. But I knew what he thought about me.
“I’m sure Meghan will outgrow this fool,” I overheard him telling his wife, Miranda, once.
“Darling, don’t say that,” Miranda said. “Meghan seems happy. Really happy. I think this is real.”
“Over my dead body, Miranda!” he exclaimed.
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But she loved me. Meghan loved me. And she made that clear.
For years, it was all that mattered. Life moved on. We got married. We built a life together. She worked in non-profit law, and I kept running into burning buildings.
Sometimes, I’d catch her staring off, looking like she had something on her mind. But whenever I asked, she’d just smile.
“Everything is fine, love. I’m just tired from drawing up contracts and looking through paperwork.”
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Of course, I believed her.
Until the day I found the documents in her car.
I wasn’t snooping. I’d left my watch in the center console and was rummaging around when I saw the envelope. Thick, official-looking. Important.
My name wasn’t on it, but hers was.
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I don’t know what made me open it. Call it instinct. Call it stupid. Call it whatever you’d like. But the moment I unfolded that contract, my stomach dropped.
It was paperwork for a mansion with at least twenty photographs attached. It was a beautiful and huge place with a lake view (!?). It was the kind of place that I couldn’t even dream of affording.
But the worst part?
The fine print on the last page, after the signed divorce papers.
The house would be Meghan’s… if she went through with a divorce.
A mansion overlooking a lake | Source: AmoMama
Oh, and she needed to provide proof of said divorce.
My hands shook as I reread the words. My throat closed up.
It had finally happened.
All the whispers, all the side glances, the disapproving nods from her family… they had gotten to her. Hadn’t they?
Meghan was leaving me.
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I picked up my phone, fingers unsteady as I texted her.
Meg, I was looking for my watch in your car and I found some paperwork. I’m not judging. I just need to understand. If this is really what you want, then honey, I won’t stand in your way.
And then I waited.
By the time I got home, Meghan was already there, standing in the living room. She was pale and upset. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides.
“You really think I took the deal?” she asked.
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Her voice was steady, but there was a clear edge to it.
“Grant, seriously?” she added.
“What else am I supposed to think, Meghan?” I asked. “I saw the damn papers!”
She stepped closer to me. Her eyes were fierce.
“You only saw one part of the truth,” she said.
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“What’s the other part? There’s more?” I asked, heart pounding.
She took a breath, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small velvet box.
Inside was a man’s wedding ring.
“Will you marry me?” she asked.
I think my brain short-circuited in that moment.
“What?”
A ring in a box | Source: Midjourney
“Again,” she added, smirking.
I stared at my wife like she had lost her entire mind. But then, then she started explaining.
Paul wanted me gone. He always had. He made her an offer.
“I had to leave you and then get the house,” she said simply. “So I agreed. And I signed the papers. I played the game he wanted me to play.”
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
But it turned out that she only played his game so that she could pull off this…
A plan. A trap. A web of white lies to lead to her, our, happiness.
The divorce went through. Legally, Meghan was no longer my wife.
Should I have questioned it? Sure. But I trusted her.
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That was step one. As for step two?
Meghan got full ownership of the mansion. Paul made sure that the contract technically kept the house under their family assets for a minimum of five years. He thought that it gave him control.
But what he didn’t expect… was that Meghan would transfer the property immediately.
The exterior of a mansion | Source: Midjourney
“Straight into a non-profit trust, Grant,” she said. “I knew exactly how to structure it. The second the house was in my name, I filed the paperwork. It is ironclad. Non-reversible. Even my father can’t fight it now.”
And step three?
Meghan sent Paul an invitation.
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Dear Dad,
I would love for you to join me this Saturday at my new home. It’s for a special charity event. It’s an opportunity to see how generosity can truly change lives.
Meghan
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The night of the event, Paul walked in smug as ever, expecting to toast to Meghan’s new life without me.
He had no idea.
The grand dining room was packed. There was live music, fresh flowers, champagne, and even a chocolate fountain.
Meghan took the microphone, poised and radiant as ever, and she smiled at her guests.
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“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began. “Let me introduce the man of great heart and compassion. The man who made it all possible. My father, Paul!”
Applause erupted. Paul straightened his tie, smirking as he walked to the center.
And then Meghan twisted the knife.
An older man wearing a suit | Source: Midjourney
“It is thanks to my father’s generosity that we have officially established a foundation for fire victims in this mansion. It will serve as a refuge, providing emergency housing and support for those in need.”
Silence.
And then there was a ripple of applause.
Paul’s smile faltered. His nostrils flared as the realization dawned on him. But he couldn’t object, not in public. Not when people were applauding his kindness and generosity.
And then it was my turn.
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I walked onto the makeshift stage and dropped to one knee. I held up that velvet box.
“Meghan,” I said. “Will you marry me, love?”
“Yes!” she announced to the room. “Of course, I will, Grant. A thousand times over.”
The room exploded in cheers and applause.
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She turned to the guests, gripping the mic.
“This is the love of my life,” she declared. “This man is a firefighter. He is the bravest, most honest, and most comforting man I’ve ever known. He is my joy and inspiration.”
Paul’s jaw tightened. His eyes burned with a silent rage. But he could do absolutely nothing.
Because… the mansion? The deal? It was all final.
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Paul turned on his heel, signaled to Miranda to follow him, and stormed out.
I knew that this wasn’t over and that he would try to fight. He would try to reclaim control. But Meghan had played the long game.
And this time? He had already lost.
“I took the carrot,” she said. “But I didn’t eat it.”
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“Come,” I said. “The minister is ready to marry us again.”
I pulled her into my arms, laughing. Relief, admiration, and love tangled up inside me.
I had so much to learn from this woman. And God, I had never been prouder to be her husband. Again.
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What would you have done?
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This Is How I Won a Prank War My Neighbor and I Had Going for the past Year
This Is How I Won a Prank War My Neighbor and I Had Going for the past Year
It started off innocently enough. Selene parked her car in the wrong parking spot, fueling a prank war with Paul, the real owner of the parking spot. As the months went by, the pair continued their prank war, but Selen started to wonder about the future of these seemingly innocent practical jokes. She took matters into her own hands and asked Paul out for dinner, under the guise of someone else. Will it be the ultimate prank or something more?
It all began with a parking mishap. It was just one innocent mistake that spiraled into a year-long prank war with my neighbor, Paul.
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One evening, I accidentally parked in Paul’s parking spot in our apartment building’s lot. It was late, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to crawl into bed.
I didn’t think much of it until the next morning when I was on my way to the office. There, on my car, on an empty takeaway cup, a note was scrawled in messy handwriting.
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Thanks for ruining my day.
“Oh, crap,” I said to myself when I sat in the car. I needed to make amends.
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The following morning, I left a warm cup of coffee on Paul’s car roof with a note that read:
Sorry for the mix-up. I hope this makes up for it.
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If you’re wondering, Paul and I didn’t know each other. We just lived in the same apartment block and knew everyone’s names and door numbers.
A few days later, I found a bill from a car-washing service under my windshield wiper. It seemed that Paul didn’t notice the coffee that I left and spilled it all over his car when he drove off.
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I refused to pay the bill, and thus, the little war began.
“I think that you and this mysterious Paul are either going to fall in love or end up despising each other,” my friend Daphne said at work.
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“Probably the latter,” I said. “It was all fine until he gave me a bill.”
“Selene,” she said knowingly, “I’m telling you, this is just the beginning.”
The next day, I left my work phone number on his car.
Call me regarding the payment.
A piece of paper on a car | Source: Midjourney
Paul called me later that evening.
“Really? You thought that leaving coffee on the roof of a car was a good idea?” he asked, going straight into it.
“How was I supposed to know that you’d drive off without looking? Besides, it was a peace offering!”
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“More like a disaster,” he said. “It was all over my window. Pay the car wash bill, please.”
“I’m not paying for it,” I said, hanging up.
After that, the pranks escalated quickly.
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“I told you,” Daphne said when she came home with me one evening. “It’s going to get more intense. You need to listen to me. Trust me on this, you and this guy are going to get under each other’s skin.”
“I don’t know about that, Daph,” I said, dishing out the curry we had bought for dinner.
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“But you’re having fun?” she asked, tearing into a piece of bread.
“I am!” I said. “Mainly because it’s nothing serious.”
Flatbread on a board | Source: Pexels
One day, I found my car doors wrapped in plastic wrap.
The next week, I retaliated by covering Paul’s car in sticky notes, each one asking him to fix his parking.
A person tearing through plastic wrap | Source: Pexels
“If it rains tonight,” Paul said, immediately calling me after seeing the sticky notes, “you’ll have a mushy mess of paper to clean up.”
“I think you’ll figure it out for yourself,” I said, hiding behind my curtain.
A car covered in sticky notes | Source: Midjourney
I had to admit, I was attracted to him. I didn’t know if Paul knew who I was, but it was easier for me to watch him from my apartment. I had gotten used to watching him wash his car.
It turned out that it was comforting. There was a sense of intimacy that we had built up.
A person hiding behind blinds | Source: Unsplash
After months of back-and-forth pranks, ranging from balloons tied onto car handles and window wipers, to fake parking tickets, I decided that it was time to end the war.
“But you need a grand finale,” Daphne said as we sat in our office, trying to work through month-end reports.
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“Like what?” I asked, typing away at my keyboard.
“You’re into him, right?” she asked, sipping her coffee.
“I think so,” I said. “But I don’t know much about him.”
A woman drinking coffee | Source: Pexels
“Then get to know him,” my friend pressed on. “There’s something there; if not, this would have ended a long time ago.”
“Fine,” I said. “But you write the note. He knows my handwriting now.”
We intended to write a note from a secret admirer.
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“She can just be someone from your apartment,” Daphne said. “And it’s not like you and Paul have even interacted in person, Selene. To be honest, I don’t know how you’ve managed to stay anonymous for so long.”
“It’s the thrill of it,” I said.
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Early the next morning, I left the note that Daphne had written on Paul’s car.
Hey, I saw you leaving your car and couldn’t help but notice how handsome you are. Let’s have dinner?
I added my personal number that he wouldn’t recognize at the bottom.
A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
To my surprise, Paul called me later that morning.
“Selene, you’ll never guess what happened!” he said excitedly. “Some woman left me a note on my car.”
“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise. “What did it say?”
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“She said that I was handsome and she wanted to have dinner. She left her number, too. So, I’m going to text her and go.”
Paul took the bait and texted me. We set up a date, and I, still pretending to be someone else, agreed to meet him at a local restaurant.
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I was already seated, suddenly nervous. We had been at this for so long; what if everything blew up in my face?
What if I was living in a romantic comedy and Paul actually couldn’t stand me?
Almost ready to leave, Paul walked into the restaurant.
A man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, you’re here! You look familiar,” he said. “But I suppose I have seen you around the building.”
He spoke quickly, as though he was just as nervous.
“I’m sure that’s exactly it,” I said, smiling.
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“Your voice reminds me of my neighbor, Selene. I’m sure you’ve seen us pranking each other recently,” he chuckled, his eyes glazing over as if lost in a memory.
“What’s that been like?” I asked.
A smiling woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“Well, Daphne,” he said, as I had introduced myself over text, “it’s been hilarious. It’s been the best few months of my life.”
“It sounds like she’s grown on you,” I said, smiling.
“She’s feisty, all right,” he said, ordering himself a whiskey.
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The rest of the evening went by smoothly, but the more Paul spoke, the more I found myself genuinely enjoying his company. He was charming, funny, and surprisingly sweet.
By the time our meals arrived, I couldn’t keep the truth from him any longer.
Plates of food at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“Paul,” I said, picking up my cocktail, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What’s that?” he asked, looking me in the eye.
“I haven’t been very honest about this date,” I said slowly. “I’m Selene.”
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Paul’s jaw dropped.
“Wait, really?” he asked. “Why did you want to meet like this?”
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “Call it insecurity? Daphne is my best friend; I asked her to write the note, and I used her name. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have deceived you.”
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“No, no,” he said, a large smile forming on his face. “I’ve never had this much fun with anyone. I’m glad we got to meet. Finally.”
The rest of the evening went much smoother, knowing that we had something in common. It was something to bond over. And more than that, there was chemistry between us. It wasn’t just me.
“I’m glad we did this,” Paul said as we went our separate ways in the parking lot. “It needed to happen.”
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“And now, we’re here,” I said, taking his hand, suddenly feeling brave.
I don’t know where our relationship will go or what it will become, but I do know that I’ve taken the first step toward something.
What would you have done?
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