When Mandy turned down her boyfriend’s unexpected proposal, he spitefully sabotaged her career, leaving her jobless and financially strained. But Mandy knew Jeff’s darkest secrets, and with nothing left to lose, she set out to get her revenge.
I am a 26-year-old junior attorney, deeply dedicated to my career. My boyfriend, Jeff, is 29, ambitious, and intensely driven. We’ve enjoyed a relationship for a year and a half. Everything was smooth sailing until he proposed.
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Last weekend, both our families planned a day at Disneyland. It was meant to be an enjoyable family outing, filled with laughter and joy, enjoying the rides.
We stood before Sleeping Beauty’s Castle as the sun began to set. Out of nowhere, Jeff got on one knee. My heart skipped a beat. His brother handed him a bouquet of roses, and Jeff gazed up at me with a hopeful smile.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
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I was stunned. Like a deer in headlights. We’d talked about the future, sure, but marriage? We were both so career-focused. How could he think this was the right time?
My heart pounded as I glanced at the eager faces of our families. Both our Moms had their phones out, recording every second, and Dad was beaming with pride.
I hated to disappoint them, but I had to be honest with Jeff.
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“I-I’m not ready,” I stammered, panic washing over me. “This is too soon.”
The crowd around us started to murmur. I could hear gasps, and someone whispered, “Did she just say no?”
Jeff’s face fell. The hopeful smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter betrayal. “You will regret this,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing.
The atmosphere froze over.
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Our families were in shock. My mom’s mouth hung open, and Jeff’s mom looked like she was about to cry. The magic of Disneyland was shattered.
We left soon after, the car ride home filled with unbearable silence. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had made a grave mistake, but deep down, I knew I wasn’t ready for marriage. Not yet.
When we got home, Jeff wouldn’t even look at me.
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I tried to explain my feelings, but he wouldn’t listen.
“I thought we were on the same page,” he snapped. “I thought you loved me.”
“I do love you, Jeff,” I said, my voice trembling. “But this isn’t about love. It’s about being ready for a lifelong commitment. I’m just not there yet.”
He shook his head, hurt etched on his features. “You embarrassed me in front of everyone. You’ll pay for that.”
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That was just the beginning of the nightmare. I gave Jeff some space, thinking things might settle down. Despite the tension, he helped me with technical issues on my laptop, and we even went out for dinner that weekend.
While I daydreamed about our relationship returning to normal, Jeff had already put his revenge plan in motion. My life was about to be upended.
That Monday, my boss called me into his office.
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“What have you done?” Mr. Barnes snapped as I entered. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out?”
“Find out about what, sir?” I asked, utterly baffled by his questions.
“About this!” he replied, turning his laptop so the screen faced me. I leaned in closer, my heart skipping a beat.
Confidential information for one of our top clients was going viral on an online forum. The documents, branded with our firm’s letterhead, came from cases I was working on.
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“I didn’t do this, Mr. Barnes, I swear!” I said. “We must’ve been hacked, or—”
“These files were shared from your laptop!” Mr. Barnes thumped his hand against his desk. “The IT department confirmed it.”
That’s when it hit me. Jeff had helped me fix my laptop the previous week. He must’ve leaked the files to ruin my reputation. I started explaining the situation to Mr. Barnes, but he cut me off.
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“It doesn’t matter if your boyfriend shared the files,” he said. “The fact is, it happened under your watch. We can’t afford this kind of mistake, especially not now.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, sir. I’ll do everything in my power to fix this.”
“There is no fixing this, Mandy!” He yelled. “You’re fired.”
I couldn’t believe Jeff had done this to me. As I packed my things, my colleagues avoided eye contact, whispers trailing me down the hallway.
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It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
When I got home, things deteriorated further. Jeff had moved out, leaving a furious note scribbled on an envelope: “You brought this on yourself.”
Not only had he left, but he’d trashed the place. The coffee table was shattered, dining chairs broken, and the TV stand in pieces.
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With the lease in my name, I had to cover the costs. Most of my savings were tied up in student loans, and now I had to figure out how to pay for the damages.
I felt desperate, hurt, and utterly betrayed. How could someone I loved and trusted do this to me? Every day was a struggle, and I couldn’t believe my life had unraveled so quickly.
One night, I made a decision. I wouldn’t let Jeff get away with this.
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Over the months we were together, he had boasted about his involvement in insider trading and shady financial dealings. He thought he was invincible, but I knew better.
I started gathering evidence, recalling every detail he had let slip. It was a painstaking process, but it gave me a sense of purpose. I compiled everything into a detailed dossier, leveraging my legal skills to make it airtight.
Finally, I anonymously sent the dossier to his company’s HR department, the SEC, and several major clients.
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It was a risky move, but I had nothing left to lose.
As I hit send, I felt a mix of fear and relief. Fear of what might happen next, but relief that I was finally taking control of my life. I knew the fallout would be massive, but after everything Jeff had done, it felt justified.
A few days later, I got a call from one of our mutual friends.
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“Hey, have you heard about Jeff?” she asked, curiosity lacing her voice.
“No, what happened?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but my heart was pounding.
“Apparently, he got called into a meeting at work and they fired him on the spot. There was some kind of investigation, and now he’s in deep trouble.”
I hung up, feeling a mix of vindication and relief. But there was a pang of guilt. Had I gone too far?
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Later that week, more news started to trickle in. Jeff’s company had launched a full-blown internal investigation, and the SEC was hot on his trail. Turns out the evidence I provided was more than enough to open a serious case against him.
Insider trading and financial fraud are no joke, and Jeff was facing the full brunt of the law.
One evening, I got another call—this time, from an old colleague who knew us both.
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“You won’t believe this,” she said. “Jeff’s been blacklisted in the industry. No one wants to touch him with a ten-foot pole. Even his friends are distancing themselves.”
Hearing that, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Jeff had always been so smug, so sure he could get away with anything. Now, he was paying the price for his arrogance.
I had lost my job, my savings were drained, and my trust in people was shattered. But seeing Jeff face the consequences of his actions gave me a sense of closure.
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He had tried to break me, but in the end, it was his own downfall that was most spectacular.
Am I proud of what I did? Not entirely. Part of me wishes things could have ended differently. But another part of me knows that sometimes, justice has to be served, even if it means getting your hands a little dirty.
What do you think? Is my revenge justified or did I go too far?
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