I Married My Taxi Driver Just to Annoy My Ex – The Next Day, He Showed Me a Photo That Changed Everything

The light turned green. He didn’t say anything right away, just drove in silence for a few blocks. Then, as we pulled up to my street and building, he parked and turned back to face me.

At that point, I was delirious with the desire for revenge.

“If you’re game,” I said, “call me in the morning.”

My heart was racing from the absurdity of it all as I scribbled my number on the back of my dinner receipt and handed it to him.

He called at 8 a.m. sharp!

That afternoon, we met outside a notary’s office. I brought my white dress. He showed up in a sleek navy suit that made him look like a movie star in a magazine spread. We signed a prenup I’d insisted on that basically said neither of us would touch a cent of the other’s money or assets.

It was a joke, really; I assumed he had none.

I mean, 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.