Group of about 6 of us used to go out for meal at pub after work each Tue. We weren't all close friends, but we'd stayed at the same boarding house when we were new staff and not local to the area. After couple of months one of the lads met someone online dating and she started to come with us too. More the merrier in my eyes, he was obviously lonely and although a bit full-on she clearly liked him.
What we didn't know was that she was full on bunny boiler, had sadly had a few miscarriages only a few months earlier with her ex, and was just on a mission to have a baby. He'd bigged himself up to be a massive high earner and seriously exaggerated his job role when he was only a trainee. His parents were rolling in it. She thought she'd dropped lucky, he d didn't see it coming and she got pregnant on the 2nd date. Poor chap never wanted kids but his parents were very traditional so the wedding was booked immediately.
Now she had him caught but for some bizarre reason saw me as a threat, and so every week when the group of us went out she'd spend the whole night making digs at me. She kept implying I was a sex worker as that's the only reason she thought I could pay my bills. Nothing to do with me actually being a strong independent woman who was higher qualified that her baby daddy, and paid for everything myself by doing overtime. These jibes went from banter to actual allegations, and then she started making digs that I was jealous of her and wanted baby daddy for myself. Nothing could be further from the truth, just we were the only singles in the group until she came along.
As the wedding approached, they were clearly just after cash gifts and had made a few comments about how much money they'd make out of the day (as baby daddy's gutted but rich parents paid for everything). The greed and entitlement was astounding. I'd pulled her up on her jibes as me and she basically said I had to put up with it because wasn't changing how she treated me. Out shopping one day I happened to spot some paternity testing kits for FIFTY PENCE in Boots so bought one, which I wrapped up very very luxuriously, with sparkles and curled ribbon and chiffon. At the wedding when no-one was looking I gave it pride of place on the card postal box. It was the ONLY boxed gift as they'd made it very clear they only wanted money, but Bride was heard saying how expensive it was and how she was so excited she'd obviously got a posh present as well as cards.
So next day, they had a post-Wedding get together at her parents house, with both sets of families. And apparently she made a big thing of making everyone sit round to watch her unwrap the chiffon explosion, silver paper, curled ribbon and glitter gorgeous lux-looking present. And was greeted by a paternity testing kit.
No-one accuses me of being a prostite and gets away with it!!