10/15/2025
I married my taxi driver just to annoy my ex – the next day, he knocked on my door and showed me an old photo that changed everything.
After a messy breakup with my fiancé — the man I thought I'd spend my life with — I swore I'd never make myself "convenient" for another man again. Finding out he'd been cheating on me with my closest friend wasn't just betrayal. It was humiliation. Everywhere I went, it felt like people knew, like they were whispering about me when I turned my back.
That night, I ordered a taxi to get home from a late dinner alone. My driver pulled up in an older black sedan, the kind with a faint smell of leather and coffee. He was tall, a little scruffy, with warm brown eyes and the kind of smile that makes you forget you've had a bad day. We exchanged the usual small talk, but when he asked what I did for a living, the words just tumbled out — everything about my cheating ex, the ruined wedding plans, the humiliation.
Somewhere between the second and third red light, I laughed bitterly and said, "You know what would drive him crazy? If I got married tomorrow… to someone completely unexpected."
The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, half-smiling. "You serious?"
I leaned forward, meeting his eyes in the glass. "Why not? What's stopping me from making one insane decision just for me?"
By the time we reached my street, the absurdity had taken root. I scribbled my number on a receipt, handed it to him, and said, "Call me in the morning if you're game."
He did.
The next afternoon, before we even set foot in city hall, we signed a quick prenup at a notary's office. I insisted — this was essentially a sham marriage, and I knew nothing about my soon-to-be husband except the name that had popped up on my phone screen when I called the taxi. Minutes later, we were standing in front of a city hall clerk, saying the shortest vows imaginable. I was wearing the white dress I had originally planned to marry my ex in, and he showed up in a surprisingly sharp suit that made him look like he belonged in a magazine spread. My two closest friends had agreed to be our witnesses, and right after the ceremony, one of them snapped a picture of us. I posted it to Instagram immediately — no caption, just the image.
I went to bed that night thinking it was just a stunt — a harmless, petty jab at my ex that would fizzle out in a week.
But the next morning, my new husband knocked on my apartment door holding two coffees and an old photograph.
"Thought you should see this," he said.
When I looked down, my stomach flipped so hard I nearly dropped the cup. "What does this mean?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
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