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I Kissed My Ex Right in Front of Him as a Prank… He Left and Never Came Before we dive deeper into this story, I have one small request — please subscribe, drop a like, comment, and hit that Hype button to boost this channel so more people can discover these incredible stories. I thought marriage could survive a little laughter. I thought embarrassment was just part of fun. Turns out, my husband didn’t think the same way. My name is Vesper Aldine, and I guess I learned the hard way that not every joke lands — especially when it’s about your husband’s dignity. Kellan’s voice was low, teasing. “Maybe he just doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you, Ves.” The way he said my name sent a ripple through the room — playful, but charged. My sister smirked, and even my cousin started filming on her phone. That’s when the idea hit me — light, spontaneous, and, at the time, hilarious. I turned toward everyone. “You know what? Let’s give Nathan a little confidence boost.” Tessa immediately caught on. “Oh, are we doing that again?” Kellan grinned. “What’s ‘that,’ exactly?” I winked. “You’ll see.” I called Nathan over from the kitchen. He wiped his hands, already cautious. “What now, Ves?” “Just stand here,” I said, guiding him to the center of the room. “We’re doing a little game. Family fun.” He sighed but humored me — he always did. Then I turned to Kellan. “Alright, Kel, come stand right behind him.” Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “Vesper…” “Oh, relax. It’s just a photo!” I laughed. “Everyone, get ready to rate who looks more like my type — past or present.” Laughter erupted. Phones went up. I thought it was harmless, just a silly comparison — Nathan vs. my ex. But when I slid my arm around Kellan’s shoulder for the photo, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, quick and smug. The room gasped. Someone whistled. Nathan froze. I tried to play it off, waving my hands. “It’s a joke! Oh my God, you guys, chill!” But the look Nathan gave me wasn’t anger — it was humiliation. The kind that doesn’t shout, doesn’t break things — it just ends something quietly inside. He walked out of the room without saying a word. I figured he needed air. I kept laughing with everyone else, pretending it didn’t matter. He didn’t come back. When I finally went upstairs, the bedroom light was off. His side of the closet was half-empty. The next morning, I found the envelope on the kitchen table — thick, white, cold. Divorce papers. No note. Just his signature. People online say I “deserved it.” That I crossed a line. But honestly? I thought we were past being sensitive. Nathan never said he felt small. Never said the jokes bothered him. And now, because of one night, one stupid laugh, I’m the villain in my own story. Because sometimes it’s not betrayal that ends a marriage — it’s the moment you forget your partner stopped finding it funny. Home Again