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On seeing those pictures, our memories flooded back. It felt like looking at a different life, a different version of myself. My chest felt heavy, as if someone had dropped a cinder block on it.

But then…
I swiped over to the “Recent” folder.
And my whole body went cold.

When It All Felt Right

Hey, my name is Sam, from Illinois — and I never thought a simple canvas could be the final piece of my perfect revenge story. But here I am, writing this, smiling, knowing that heartbreak didn’t just change me… it transformed me. It turned a humble, loving, and caring man into a mastermind of calculated revenge.

Her name was Sara, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could make a bad day feel like nothing. Man, I was crazy about her. I really thought we were meant to be.

Our parents didn’t even know half the stuff we were up to. They thought we were just “good friends.” Yeah, right. Most of our time was spent at Lake Mattoon, this quiet, out-of-the-way spot where no one would bother us. We’d sit there for hours, dreaming about the future where we’d live, how many dogs we’d have, even baby names (yeah, we got that deep).

I wasn’t the same guy before I met her. I changed for her. I used to be more careless, rough around the edges, but with her, I softened up. I did things I never thought I’d do — learned to listen more, gave up nights out with the boys just to be with her, even started watching those cringy romance movies because she loved them. And she changed too. She became more open, more trusting, more herself when she was with me. It felt like we completed each other.

We had this old Kawasaki KZ650, well, technically, I got it from my friend’s brother, but it felt like ours. That bike was our ticket to freedom. We’d roam the town, no real destination, just riding, laughing, and feeling like nothing else mattered. Sometimes, we’d take long trips, just the two of us, nowhere to be, just the road and the wind. One of my favourite places was Starved Rock State Park. It was like stepping into another world. We’d sit on the rocks, looking out over the river, feeling like time had stopped.

Our love was real. It was deep, intense, the kind you read about in books. She wasn’t just my girlfriend; she was my best friend, my ride-or-die, my everything. And I would’ve done anything for her.

College Sweethearts

After finishing school, I moved to a new state for university. she got into the same university as me. Our love story continued, and we even pursued our master’s degrees at the same university. Sara was in Mass Communication, and I was in Business Administration. Different departments, but that didn’t matter.

We were still together, still inseparable. In fact, we even shared the same room off-campus. It felt like a dream — waking up next to her, grabbing coffee together before class, coming back after a long day and just crashing on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. Life was good.

“But then, she met Rebecca from her department.
And that’s when things started to go downhill.”

At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. Everyone makes new friends in college, right? Rebecca was in Mass Communication with Sara, so they spent a lot of time together in class, working on projects, and studying late. I didn’t think much of it.

Then, somehow, Rebecca ended up staying with us. It just sort of… happened. Maybe she had issues with her dorm, maybe Sara just wanted her closer — I never really questioned it at the time.
And for a while, everything seemed fine. drinking beer, cracking jokes, pulling all-nighters talking about random stuff. It felt like we were just a bunch of close friends, living the college life. I even thought I had gained another friend.

But I should’ve known better.

The First Red Flag

I started to notice that Sara was slowly pulling away from me. At first, it was little things — choosing to sit next to Rebecca instead of me when we watched movies, whispering with her about things I wasn’t part of, inside jokes I didn’t understand. Then, she started making excuses. “Rebecca and I have a project to finish.” “We’re just grabbing coffee, it won’t take long.” “I’ll be back soon, don’t wait up.”

It became more and more obvious — she wanted to spend time with Rebecca. She chose to spend time with her. She wanted to talk to her, go out with her, be around her. And the worst part? I had no idea what was happening.

I wasn’t stupid — I could tell something was off. But when I asked, she brushed it off like I was overthinking.

So I ignored it. I told myself I was just being paranoid. I convinced myself that things were fine. But deep down, I knew.

Something was changing. And I had no clue how bad it was going to get.
One Friday evening, Sara told me she was heading out with Rebecca. I figured it was just another one of their hangouts, so I didn’t think much of it. I assumed she’d be back before midnight — after all, I wasn’t with her, and she never usually stayed out too late without me.
But as the hours passed, something felt off.

“I texted her. No reply.”
“I called. Straight to voicemail.”

At first, I tried to stay calm. Maybe they were just caught up in something — lost track of time, phone on silent, bad signal. But as the night dragged on, that uneasy feeling in my gut only grew stronger. Midnight passed. Then 1 AM. Then 2.
Still nothing…..

I stared at my phone, waiting, hoping. But deep down, I knew… something wasn’t right.
It was 5:14 AM. I hadn’t slept.

I was at the basketball court, trying to distract myself, trying to shake off that feeling in my gut. That’s when I saw it — a white Nissan pulling up near our building. My heart stopped for a second. I knew that car.
Smith.

Rebecca had mentioned him plenty of times before. Some rich guy, his dad was in real estate, drove around like he owned the world. I always thought he was just Rebecca’s friend, maybe even her boyfriend. But now, seeing Sara and Rebecca stepping out of his car at sunrise? Yeah, something wasn’t adding up.

I didn’t say anything. I just watched. Sara looked… different. Hair messy, eyes tired, the kind of tired that didn’t come from just staying up late.
I went back to the room a few hours later. She was already there, acting like nothing had happened.

“Where were you?” I asked, keeping my voice as calm as I could.
“Just with my friends,” she said casually, not even looking up.
I pressed on.

“Who exactly?”
She hesitated. Just for a second. Then —

“Rebecca and the girls.”
A blatant lie.

I just stood there, looking at her, waiting for her to admit it. But she didn’t. She just went on like it was nothing, like she hadn’t just spent the whole night with some guy she never mentioned before.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t make a scene. I just nodded.
But inside? Something snapped.

I thought she would never cheat on me. But things were suddenly starting to change.

Connecting the Dots

The next day, I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I met up with my best friend, the one guy I knew I could trust. We sat on the steps outside the dorm, and I finally said it out loud.“I think she’s cheating on me.”

He didn’t act surprised. He just sighed like he had been waiting for me to realize it.
“Then find out,” he said.
“How?”

“Look her in the eyes and ask for her phone. Tell her, ‘Let me check it.’ If she hesitates, if she stutters, if she clutches it like her life depends on it — then you already have your answer. She’s cheating on you.”

I didn’t want to check her phone at first. I truly loved her. I trusted her. And honestly, a part of me still wanted to believe that I was just overthinking everything. That maybe, just maybe, I was wrong.
But something in me knew — I had to do it.

On that evening, while we were sitting on the couch, I asked Sara for her phone. She acted weird, got defensive, and even started to cry. Rebecca was right there, backing her up, pretending like neither of them had done anything wrong. I played along, pretending to believe them.

After Sara went to take a bath, I looked around for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. That’s when I got an idea — I called her number. A faint vibration came from under the pillow.

Luckily, she hadn’t changed her password. As I unlocked it, I braced myself. But what I didn’t expect was to find all her messages and call logs intact. That’s when I realized — she wanted me to find them. It was all part of her plan.

When I checked her photos, there it was. Pictures of her at a party I never knew about. Her with Smith. Her in places she told me she never went to.
I just sat there, scrolling, my heart pounding, my hands shaking.
She had been lying to me. The whole time.

I couldn’t. My throat was dry, my chest felt like it was caving in, and my mind was blank. It almost felt like death — like something inside me had just flatlined.

She came out of the bathroom, her face calm, as if nothing had happened. Still holding her phone in my hand, I looked at her and asked, ‘Why?’ But she didn’t even hesitate — no flinch, no regret, just an eerie, practiced indifference. No stuttering, no guilt — just pure, cold indifference. Then, without a word, she started grabbing her things, like she had been planning this exit all along. No guilt, no shame — just business as usual.
I didn’t beg. I didn’t ask her why. I didn’t try to make her love me again. What was the point? Love without trust is just a slow, painful death. And she had already killed mine.

I watched in silence as she packed up her life and walked out of mine.
And just like that, it was over.
Rebecca left the same day too. No goodbyes, no fake sympathy — just gone. Like they had both been waiting for this moment. Like they knew it was coming.

That’s when I found out the truth about Rebecca.
Turns out, before she met Sara, she had been kicked out of her previous dorm. Not for missing rent, not for being messy, but for something much worse.

And now, everything started making sense.
Maybe Sara had been a good person once. Maybe she had really loved me. But then Rebecca came along — feeding her new ideas, pushing boundaries, twisting her into someone I didn’t even recognize anymore.

Now I understood why her old roommates had wanted her gone.
Too bad I figured it out a little too late.

Days turned into weeks, and I tried to move on. I really did. But the universe has a funny way of rubbing salt into open wounds.
I saw Sara with him — Smith. The same guy she told me was “just a friend.” Except now, she wasn’t hiding it. They were out in the open, walking around like some perfect couple. And the worst part? She looked happy. Not guilty, not regretful — just happy. Like I had never even existed.

I can’t say anything bad about Smith. Yeah, he’s rich, but he’s not like any other guy. He’s religious, always helping homeless people — I’ve seen it myself. And I can tell he truly loves Sara, just like I did.

Time dragged on, each day blending into the next. I stopped caring about everything. Nights were the worst, lying awake, replaying every moment, every word, every red flag I ignored. A year passed, but it felt like an eternity. I wasn’t just depressed — I was lost, drowning in memories of someone who had already moved on without a second thought.

The Revenge Recipe

One day, one of Smith’s friends, drunk and loose-lipped, let something slip while I was around.

“Yeah, man, he’s serious about her. Already introduced her to his family. He’s even thinking about settling down with her.”

Settling down!…

I almost laughed at the irony. The same girl who sat with me at Lake Mattoon, dreaming about a future together, was now planning hers with someone else.

But the real punch in the gut came when I found out what she had told his family.

She had erased me. Not just as her boyfriend — but as anything that ever mattered.

To them, I was just a “family friend.” A nobody. Just some guy she used to know.

That’s when it hit me. This wasn’t just some accidental heartbreak.
She and Rebecca had planned this.

The late-night whispers. The slow distance. The way Rebecca suddenly moved in. They had been setting this up for months, and I had been too blind to see it.

Revenge was never my thing. I wasn’t that guy. I had always believed in karma, in walking away, in letting life handle people like her.
But then… that one notification changed everything.

It was a Friday night. Sleep? Yeah, that wasn’t happening. My mind was still a mess, replaying everything, trying to make sense of it all.
2:23 AM.

A notification popped up on my phone.
“Your cloud storage is almost full. Please upgrade for more space.”
At first, I ignored it. Then I saw the email address.
It wasn’t mine.

It was Sara’s second email — the one I helped her set up. That’s when I remembered… I was the one who turned on auto-sync for her. She took so many damn pictures that she kept running out of space.

I was about to remove her account from my phone. Just wipe it clean and move on. But something stopped me.
One last time.

One last time, I wanted to see the pictures of us. Not for her — but for me. To remember what we had before she turned into… whatever the hell she was now.

On seeing those pictures, our memories flooded back. It felt like looking at a different life, a different version of me. My chest felt heavy, like someone had dropped a cinder block on it.

But then…
I swiped over to the recent.
And my whole body went cold.
There they were.

Half naked pictures of Sara and Rebecca with men I had never seen before. They all looked wealthy, draped in designer clothes. Women surrounded them, half-naked, and there she was — Sara, right in the middle of it all, laughing, indulging, like she had never known a different life.

I couldn’t breathe. My hands were shaking, my stomach twisted into knots, and for a second, I thought I was going to be sick.

This wasn’t just cheating. This was a whole different level of betrayal.

I deleted the notification. Cleared some space. Then, I copied that cursed folder link, pasted it into a notepad, and wiped her account off my phone for good.

Simple. Clean. Untraceable. I sat there, staring at the screen, trying to process what I was looking at. The girl I once loved, the one I would’ve given everything for, had become… this.

Everything I felt for her — every ounce of love, every lingering hope — turned into something else.
Rage.

And that’s when I knew…
Karma wasn’t just watching.
Karma was handing me the perfect chance to finish what she started.
Karma didn’t just hand me the truth — it handed me the perfect opportunity. But I didn’t know what to do at first. I was still sitting in the dark, my phone screen the only thing lighting up the room, when another notification popped up.

“This Valentine’s Day, give a gift that speaks louder than words! A one-of-a-kind surprise that will leave them speechless.”
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I almost ignored it. But then, something clicked.
One of a kind, huh?

A slow grin crept onto my face. This?

This was fate handing me a golden opportunity.

If this was going to be revenge, it had to be unforgettable. It had to be the kind of payback that left an impact — a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, just like the betrayal that led me here.

Then, I went straight to EzStudio.in and picked a big-ass 18×24 inch canvas. $65 dollars plus shipping? Best money I’d ever spend.

I uploaded a picture of Sara — one where she looked stunning, angelic, like the perfect girlfriend she pretended to be.

But I wasn’t done yet.
I took the link and converted it into a QR code. The QR code linking to the folder.

I asked them to put the QR code on the bottom right corner of the canvas:
“Make the QR code HUGE.”

I filled in his address, hit confirm, and sat back.
I wanted it to arrive on Valentine’s Day — poetic justice. But fate had its own plans. The package got delayed.

It arrived a little late on February 16th, but karma had an even bigger plan — it was Sara’s birthday. And in the end, it was still right on time.
The only thing I could do now was hope. Hope that Smith would scan that QR code. Hope that curiosity would get the best of him.

And I think he did.

He had planned a big birthday party that evening, and surprisingly, I was invited. But at the last minute, the party was canceled. No explanation, no rescheduling — just gone, like it was never meant to happen.

I don’t know exactly what happened that day. I wasn’t there. But I know one thing — after that, I never saw Sara and Smith together again.
Gone. Like they had never even existed.

Did he confront her? Did he scan it in front of his whole family? Did he see the truth flash on his screen while sitting next to the girl he thought he was going to marry?

I don’t know.
But I love imagining it.

The whispers. The awkward silence. The disbelief.

Maybe his mom gasped. Maybe his dad clenched his jaw, already realizing his son had been played. Maybe Sara tried to lie her way out of it. Maybe she stood there, stunned, realizing she was finally caught.

Maybe Rebecca was there too, watching her whole twisted plan burn down.
Some say revenge is petty — maybe it is.

But sometimes, it’s just justice in disguise.
The lesson? Love is a beautiful thing, but trust is sacred. Give your heart, but never hand over your blind faith. And if betrayal finds you, remember — sometimes the best revenge isn’t loud or messy. Sometimes, it’s just a well-placed QR code.

Special thanks to EzStudio!

— Sam