One crisp autumn afternoon, I sat in my apartment, the sunlight weakly streaming through the window. Outside, the vibrant orange and red leaves swirled in the breeze, but my restlessness was much stronger than the peaceful scene. I was waiting for my boyfriend, Jace, who hadn’t visited in days. He’d claimed exhaustion, but something didn’t feel right.
Impatient, I tapped my foot nervously before dialing his number. He answered with a groggy tone, saying he was sick and had fallen asleep. His voice sounded strange, and before I could even offer help, he hung up abruptly.
Determined to check on him, I grabbed some groceries—fruit, tea, lozenges—and headed straight to his place. When I arrived, the elevator doors opened to a sight that made my heart drop. There was Jace, holding another woman, way too close. “Looks like you’re feeling better,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.
Jace stammered but didn’t get the chance to explain as I cut him off, warning him not to speak. I angrily threw the groceries at him and stormed away, my heart burning with betrayal.
Days went by without a word from him. No apology, no attempt to fix things. I texted him, demanding closure, and we agreed to meet at our old café. I waited there until 8 p.m., but he never showed up. Finally, a message came through: “I can’t come. I can’t stand seeing you sad.” His cowardice only made me angrier.
When I got home, I found the woman from the elevator waiting for me. Her name was Ashley, and she had a shocking story to share. Jace had manipulated her just like he had with me. She was done with him, and together, we plotted a wicked revenge.
We made fake dating profiles, sent flirtatious messages to men, and posted his phone number on an ad site. But our crowning move was putting up a billboard with Jace’s face on it, advertising his “search for a man.” The texts and calls that flooded in sent him into a panic.
We demanded a payment to stop the chaos, and once the money was transferred, we let the billboards stay up.
Ashley and I flew to Spain to celebrate our victory, toasting on the beach. I had lost a terrible boyfriend, but in return, I had gained a true friend. Revenge had never felt so satisfying.