Love stories can take unexpected turns, unfolding in ways we never expected. Sometimes, the person we once adored reveals a hidden side, destroying the ideal image we had of them. This is precisely what happened to the men in these tales, who discovered shocking truths or narrowly escaped the traps set by the women they trusted. Their experiences are a testament to resilience, and we commend their courage in sharing these eye-opening accounts of love gone wrong.
After our marriage, we tried to have children but found out my wife couldn’t conceive. I promised to stay, but after two years, I still dreamed of being a dad. We divorced, split our assets, and I set out to begin anew. Five years later, I returned because I was still in love with her. I knocked on her door, and when she opened it, she turned pale. I froze—my blood ran cold when I saw that she was pregnant. Then a little boy, around four years old, ran up to her and asked, “Mommy, who is that?” I couldn’t find the words and just walked away. Later, I began asking old neighbors about her and discovered she had quickly found a boyfriend after our divorce. She now had two children with him and a third on the way.
Upon further investigation, I uncovered the truth—she was never infertile. The doctor we had seen had faked the report because she knew how much I wanted to be a father. My ex-wife had lied to obtain a divorce, take half my money, my big house, and my cars. She got everything she wanted, leaving me feeling betrayed and humiliated. It’s been four years since then, and I’m happy to say I’ve found true love and am now the proud father of a beautiful daughter. However, the sting of her betrayal hasn’t completely faded.
She faked her death. This was an online relationship many years ago. We had been dating for a significant time and had discussed finally meeting up. Then, one day, a friend from our online circle called me late at night and told me she had died. As you can imagine, I was devastated and spent the entire night crying. A few days later, her “sister” came online, mourned with us, and spoke to everyone in our friend circle. We shared stories about the good times we had. Later, one of my friends tried sending flowers to her grave, but when he contacted the cemetery, they couldn’t find anyone by that name.
This raised suspicions, so my friend started digging and couldn’t find any obituary or article mentioning her death. They eventually reached her dad by phone, but he refused to give any information. After some time, my friend came to me with the information they had gathered, which essentially proved the entire thing was fake. It turns out this woman had been fabricating the whole relationship, and the pictures she sent were of a random person she found online. And guess what? The “sister” who came online to mourn with us was actually her, pretending again. Apparently, when things got real and I wanted to meet up, she panicked and told her dad, who then devised the plan to fake her death. We confronted her, and she eventually confessed everything.
After we broke up, she called to tell me she was pregnant and needed $600 to terminate it. I did the math and realized it was impossible for me to be the father. I told her I wanted to keep the baby and that I’d be happy to take full custody. I even offered for her to terminate her parental rights and not have to pay child support—I’d raise the child as a single father. A week later, she “miscarried.”
My ex-fiancée used my potentially fatal medical issues as her excuse for why she cheated and was leaving me, though at the time of our breakup conversation, I was unaware of the cheating. She told me she couldn’t watch me suffer in pain, feel helpless, and, eventually, see me die. I empathized with her reasoning and didn’t fight it much because I was already feeling immense guilt over what she was going through. I had even been restraining myself from ending the relationship so she wouldn’t have to endure the worst of it. My best friend, however, told me I owed it to her to give her a choice, so I refrained from breaking things off. A few months later, she left me.
Within 36 hours of the breakup, she posted a photo of herself cuddling with another guy on a social media account I didn’t know I had access to. That’s when everything came to light. During our conversation about the photo, she admitted that for the previous six months, all the Monday nights she had supposedly spent at her sister’s (they were really close, so I didn’t question it) were actually spent with the other guy. She had just used my health as an excuse to end the relationship without looking like the bad person. I knew people could be manipulative, but that was an entirely new level for me.
She told me she loved me and could see us living together and raising a family. Then, exactly 11 months and a week before my birthday, she informed me that our relationship was just a way to alleviate her loneliness until her ex-girlfriend took her back.
She cleaned out my bank account, took half my shirts, my stereo, all my music, my dishes, food from the fridge, and my bed to run off with her new boyfriend I didn’t know about—all in the span of about three hours. She didn’t leave a Dear John note and had a friend stop by that night to break up with me on her behalf. I learned never, ever to have a joint checking account with a girlfriend, for any reason.
She told me my forgotten wallet had been stolen by someone who came to her house. It turns out she stole the cash herself and threw the rest away because it was “evidence”—bank cards, ID cards, pictures of family and friends, and everything else. It’s safe to say the relationship did not survive this incident.
My girlfriend of three years broke up with me because she was cheating on me with my roommate and best friend. She didn’t tell me this during the breakup conversation (she just said, “I love you, but I’m not in love with you”), so I went back to my dorm room and cried on my roommate’s shoulder about being dumped. The next morning, I woke up to a text from her asking to talk. I met her, and she told me about my roommate. Furious, I left that conversation and went back to my room, only to discover he had moved out while I was having the rug pulled out from under me for the second time.
After my ex broke up with me, she messaged me to confess she had cheated on me. She told me that throughout our entire relationship, I was just the side piece and that she “had a real man who was loving her.” A few hours later, her best friend messaged me to say my ex was lying, actually loved me, and was just making things up to hurt me. I’m still grateful to that friend for setting things straight.
My ex told me she was allergic to cats, but it turned out she just didn’t want me to have one. I discovered this when she got a kitten right after we broke up. She told me she was pregnant when we were 19. A month later, she claimed she lost the baby. Not long after, when I broke up with her, she admitted she had lied about the pregnancy to see if I still wanted to be with her. I ended the relationship anyway. She eventually got married and had kids later on. To this day, I never figured out what part of that sequence of events was actually a lie.
An ex of mine cheated on me in the bathroom just down the hall from my bedroom on New Year’s Eve. Two weeks later, I found out she had hidden the fact that she had a child (who a friend was raising) for over nine months.
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