Sometimes revenge isn’t loud, it’s strategic. He thought I’d wait around, play second choice. Instead, I dated his friend. Not out of love, not even out of like, but because the universe handed me the opportunity to remind him I had options.
The fallout? Awkward. For him, anyway. For me, it was oddly therapeutic. His friend and I didn’t last (shocking, I know), but the look on his face when he realized he wasn’t untouchable? Worth it.
Final Thought: Petty looks a lot like power when you wear it right.
Disclaimer: Not relationship advice. Don’t try this unless you enjoy chaos or you’re writing a memoir like me.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	