The Price of Deception
For two years, I had unknowingly handed over $24,000 straight into Jeremy and his mother’s pockets. The betrayal burned inside me like acid, but I didn’t let it show. No, I smiled, kissed him goodnight, and told him I loved him.
But behind that smile? I was planning my revenge.
Step One: Draining the Account
Jeremy always left his wallet on the nightstand, trusting me completely. I knew the password to his banking app—we’d used it together plenty of times. That night, after he fell asleep, I transferred every last dollar from our joint savings account into my personal one. A clean break.
I had been funding his and his mother’s comfortable little arrangement for far too long. It was time to reclaim what was rightfully mine.
Step Two: The Fake Move-Out
The next morning, I began packing. But not everything—just my essentials. Clothes, documents, sentimental items. The rest? I left it exactly as it was.
I wanted him to walk into what seemed like a normal home, oblivious to the storm about to hit.
Step Three: The Ultimate Exit
December 28. Rent day. The last time I’d ever pretend to pay. I cooked dinner as usual, set the table, and even put on my favorite red dress. Over wine, I smiled sweetly and asked, “Did you send the rent to the landlord yet?”
“Yeah, just did it this morning,” Jeremy said without hesitation.
I leaned in, placing my hand over his. “That’s great. Because I have a surprise for you.”
His face lit up. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
I pulled out the apartment deed—the very one I’d secretly printed from city records. I slid it across the table, watching his smile falter as his eyes skimmed the paper.
“Surprise,” I whispered.
His face turned ghostly pale. “I—I can explain—”
“Oh, I’m sure you can. But you won’t get the chance,” I said, standing up. “Because I’m done. I’ve already moved out, and by the way? I took our savings with me. Consider it repayment for the ‘rent’ I’ve been handing you.”
Jeremy shot up, knocking over his chair. “You can’t just leave!”
I laughed. “Watch me.”
The Aftermath
I walked out of that apartment and never looked back.
Jeremy tried calling, texting, even showing up at my new place—until I blocked him everywhere. His mother had the nerve to send a message demanding I return “their” money. I didn’t even dignify it with a response.
The irony? Jeremy had to break the lease himself because he couldn’t afford the apartment without my money.
And me? I started fresh, free from the lies and manipulation.
Sometimes, revenge isn’t just about getting even. Sometimes, it’s about reclaiming your power. And I did—every single penny of it.
