No more mocking texts, no snide emails, nothing, because every corner of her once carefully curated life was falling apart. First came the eviction notice. Claire had ignored it at first, assuming I was bluffing about the ownership transfer.
But when sheriff’s deputies came to serve it in person, she broke down sobbing in front of the neighbors. Matt, her better man, was nowhere to be found. Turns out, his position at the college had been quietly suspended pending the ethics investigation.
And when the screenshots of their messages surfaced, some on university servers, he didn’t just lose his job. His tenured position was rescinded. Pension gone.
Public apology issued by the college’s board. His wife, by the way, had no idea, until I sent her an envelope, anonymously, containing Claire and Matt’s beach selfies with captions like, he makes me feel alive again. Matt’s wife filed for divorce immediately.
Claire tried reaching out to her family. But Gerald? He refused to even answer her calls. Cynthia was too humiliated to show her face at the country club.
They were now three months behind on their mortgage, and creditors were calling daily. As for Claire herself, she landed a retail job at a home goods store, the kind of place she once mocked on social media. But the best part? She tried to play the victim online.
Facebook posts about betrayal, emotional manipulation, and how hard life had been. Except I had receipts. So one day, I simply created a burner account, and replied to one of her dramatic posts with a polite comment.
Didn’t you mock your disabled husband for being hospitalized while you were with your affair partner in his bed? Curious if that’s in your next post too. Dozens of people liked it. Some shared it…
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