When Mandy turns down her boyfriend’s unexpected proposal, he spitefully sabotages her career, leaving her jobless and financially strained. But Mandy knows Jeff’s darkest secrets, and with nothing left to lose, she sets out to get her revenge.
So, I’m a 26-year-old junior attorney, totally immersed in my career. My boyfriend, Jeff, is 29, ambitious, and determined. We’ve been together for a year and a half. Everything was going great until he proposed.
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Last weekend, both our families decided to spend the day at Disneyland. It was supposed to be a fun family outing, enjoying the rides and all.
We were standing in front of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle as the sun began to set. Out of nowhere, Jeff got down on one knee. My heart skipped a beat. His brother handed him a bouquet of roses, and Jeff looked up at me with this hopeful smile.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
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I was stunned. Like, deer-in-headlights stunned. My mind raced. We’d talked about the future, sure, but nothing about marriage. We were both so focused on our careers. How could he think this was the right time?
My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the excited looks on our families’ faces. Both our Moms had their phones out, recording every minute, and Dad was watching me with such pride.
I hated to disappoint them all, but I had to answer Jeff honestly.
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“I-I’m not ready,” I stammered, feeling a wave of panic. “This is too soon.”
The crowd around us started to murmur. I could hear gasps, and someone even 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 turned icy.
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Our families were in shock. My mom’s mouth was hanging open, and Jeff’s mom looked like she was about to cry. The magic of Disneyland was completely shattered.
We left shortly after, and the car ride home was filled with an unbearable silence. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just made a huge 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 how I felt, but he was having none of it.
“I thought we were on the same page,” he snapped. “I thought you loved me.”
“I do love you, Jeff,” I said, my voice shaking. “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, looking more hurt than I’d ever seen him. “You embarrassed me in front of everyone. You’ll pay for that.”
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And that was just the beginning of the nightmare. I tried to give Jeff space, thinking things might calm down. Things were still tense between us, but he helped me fix some technical issues on my laptop and we even went out for dinner that weekend.
While I was daydreaming about our relationship getting back to normal, little did I know, Jeff had already put his revenge plan in motion. My life was about to be turned upside down.
That Monday, my boss called me into his office.
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“What have you done?” Mr. Barnes snapped once I entered. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out?”
“Find out about what, sir?” I asked, utterly bewildered by his questions.
“About this!” he replied, turning his laptop around so the screen faced me. I leaned in closer and my heart skipped a beat.
Confidential information for one of our top clients was going viral in an online forum. The documents being shared had our firm’s letterhead, and all of them 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 has confirmed it.
That’s when it hit me. Jeff had helped me fix my laptop when it was acting up the previous week. He must’ve shared 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 up my things, my colleagues avoided eye contact, whispers following me down the hallway.
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It felt like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.
When I got home, things took another turn for the worse. Jeff had moved out. He left me a note, if you could call it that, scribbled angrily on the back of an envelope: “You brought this on yourself.”
Not only had he left, but he trashed the place on his way out. The coffee table was shattered, the dining chairs were broken, and even the TV stand was in pieces.
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With the lease in my name, I was stuck covering the costs. Most of my savings were already 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 turned into such a mess.
One night, I made a decision. I wasn’t going to 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, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“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 also 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 both of us.
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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 that 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?
My Neighbors Had a House Fire, So We Took Them in, What They Discovered in Our Home Shocked Me
When a fire forced our neighbors to seek refuge in our home, I had no idea that a secret hidden in our basement would unravel my trust in my husband Jim and challenge the foundation of our seemingly perfect life.
Life with Jim was always calm. We had built a routine that was uniquely ours, and our little house on Maple Street felt like a haven. Jim, with his easygoing nature, balanced my more cautious, practical side. We shared everything—our morning coffee, late-night chats, and even our dreams and fears. It wasn’t a flawless marriage, but it was ours, and it worked.
One late night, the acrid smell of smoke woke us both. “Do you smell that?” I asked, sitting up in bed.
Jim sniffed the air. “Yeah, something’s burning.”
We rushed to the window and saw flames rising from our neighbors’ house. “It’s James and Eloise’s house!” I gasped.
We hurried outside and found them standing on the lawn in their pajamas, shaken and helpless. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Eloise, who was sobbing uncontrollably. “It was the wiring,” she choked out. “Everything’s gone.”
I hugged her tightly. “What matters is that you’re safe. You can stay with us until you get back on your feet.”
Jim and I took them to our basement, which we had recently converted into a guest space. It wasn’t much, but it was warm and safe. For the first few days, things were calm. James and Eloise seemed to settle in, grateful for the temporary shelter. But then, one morning, James approached me quietly in the kitchen.
“Violet, don’t mention this to Jim, but something strange is going on,” he whispered, glancing around. “He told us not to open the door under the stairs because there was a mess, but we’ve been hearing noises coming from behind it. Could you check?”
My stomach tightened with dread. I rushed downstairs, fumbling for the key. As I unlocked the door and swung it open, a strong odor hit me. My heart dropped. Inside were five rabbits huddled together.
“Jim!” I screamed, panic surging through me.
He rushed to my side. “What’s wrong, Violet?”
I pointed toward the rabbits, my breath shaky. “You promised me—no rabbits in the house. You know I’m allergic!”
Jim’s expression turned sheepish. “I can explain,” he muttered, descending the stairs.
“Explain?” My voice wavered with frustration. “You promised to give them away two months ago! Why are they still here?”
Jim sighed, avoiding my eyes. “I couldn’t do it, Violet. I didn’t want to part with them, so I kept them down here. I’ve been taking care of them daily. I thought it wouldn’t be an issue since you didn’t know.”
I stared at him, torn between anger and betrayal. “You hid them, knowing my allergies—and my fear. You lied.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just couldn’t let them go,” Jim said softly, looking genuinely remorseful.
James and Eloise appeared at the top of the stairs, looking uncomfortable. “We’re so sorry,” James said. “We didn’t know. We just heard noises.”
Eloise stepped in, trying to calm things down. “Maybe we can help find a solution?”
I glanced at Jim, feeling the weight of everything we’d built together wobble beneath me. The rabbits were just a symptom of something deeper, something I wasn’t sure how to fix. But for now, the immediate issue was all I could focus on.
Just then, our other neighbors, Jules and Ethan, knocked on the door, concerned after hearing the commotion. Jim explained the situation, his voice tense. To our surprise, Jules’s face lit up.
“Rabbits? I love rabbits! We’ve got a big yard. Why don’t we take them? You can visit them anytime,” she offered.
Jim’s shoulders sagged in relief. “You’d really do that?”
“Of course,” Ethan chimed in. “We’ll pick them up later today.”
As they left, I turned to Jim, still raw with emotion. “We need to talk about this, Jim.”
“I know,” he said, his voice low. “I should have told you. I just couldn’t bear to give them up. They mean a lot to me.”
“I get that,” I replied quietly. “But keeping this from me wasn’t fair. You put my health at risk.”
He nodded, reaching for my hand. “I’m sorry, Violet. I’ll do better.”
That afternoon, Jules and Ethan returned with a large pet carrier. They gently gathered the rabbits, and I watched as my anxiety slowly lifted with their departure. Jules smiled at me. “We’ll take good care of them. And Jim, feel free to visit whenever you want.”
“Thanks again,” Jim said, his voice filled with gratitude.
That night, our house felt lighter, but there was still an underlying tension between us. Sitting on the couch, I looked at Jim. “This can’t happen again, Jim. We need to be honest with each other.”
He nodded. “You’re right. I never wanted to upset you, Violet.”
A week later, Eloise and James got word that their insurance company was expediting the reconstruction of their home, and soon they would be able to return. As they packed their things, James gave me a heartfelt hug. “We can’t thank you enough for everything.”
“You’ve been wonderful guests,” I replied with a smile. “We’re glad we could help.”
After they left, our house felt quieter, but it also felt more peaceful. The whole ordeal with the rabbits had been a wake-up call for Jim and me. We needed to communicate better, to be more open with each other.
True to his word, Jim visited Jules and Ethan’s house often to see the rabbits. He would come back with stories about their antics, his eyes sparkling with joy. It made me happy to see him still connected to them, without jeopardizing my health.
One evening, Jim came home with an idea. “Jules suggested we get a pet that wouldn’t affect your allergies. How about a fish tank? Something we can both enjoy.”
I smiled, warmed by the thought. “That sounds lovely.”
A few days later, we picked out a beautiful fish tank together, setting it up in our living room. Watching the fish swim gracefully in their new home brought a sense of calm we hadn’t felt in a while.
“This is nice,” Jim said, wrapping his arm around me as we admired our new pets. “Something we both can appreciate.”
“It really is,” I agreed, leaning into him.
In the end, we learned that secrets, no matter how small, can erode trust. But through communication and compromise, we found a way to move forward, building a stronger foundation for our life together.
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