My boyfriend sent my roommate a selfie. He didn't know that her laptop was hooked up to the big screen in the college auditorium. The entire audience got a front-row seat to the photo. My classmates told me they’d stick by my side and help me put on the ultimate revenge show. 01 For tonight's campus talent show, I was on music duty, but my laptop suddenly died. In a panic, I sprinted back to the dorm, grabbed my roommate's MacBook, and made a mad dash back to the auditorium. Because I had helped this roommate submit assignments before, I knew her password. Once I logged in, I saw her Mac Messages app was still open. The host was supposed to go on stage in one minute. She was giving me desperate looks, so in my frantic rush, I quickly connected the projector and loaded up the slides. Just as everything was ready and I was about to close out my roommate's messages, a new text popped up. The sender was Carter Hayes, my boyfriend. My hand trembled, and muscle memory made me click the chat window. "When are you getting here? I'm itching to see you." Our college wasn't massive; everyone pretty much knew everyone. At that exact moment, the chat box was projected clearly onto the giant screen. The previously noisy, buzzing auditorium instantly went dead silent. The host stood frozen on the sidelines, completely forgetting to walk on stage. My roommate's reply synced to the big screen in real-time. "I'll be there soon, what's the rush?" "I'm dying to see you, babe." "Chloe won't find out, right?" "Nah, she's got her drama club performance tonight." The entire audience turned to look at me with overwhelming pity. Pretty much everyone knew me. They knew I was Chloe, the unlucky girlfriend in question. Immediately, the laptop chimed again. Carter sent a photo. In the picture, he looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still dripping wet, and he was flexing in the mirror with a smarmy "I know you can't resist this" smirk on his face. On the massive projector screen, every single detail was blown up for the world to see. How should I put it... the audience’s gaze somehow grew even more pitiful. I stood completely still, a tidal wave of shock and rage rising higher and higher in my chest. Carter and I had been dating for a long time. Just last week, I went to his house for dinner and met his parents. His parents owned a small local business. To my face, they kept praising me for being smart and capable. But when his mom pulled Carter into the kitchen to whisper, I overheard her. "This Chloe girl is too ambitious. She's got a stubborn streak. Might be hard to keep her in line later on." It wasn't until Carter mentioned that my family was going to buy us a house in cash that his mom's tone finally softened: "Well, that's good then. Just make sure your name gets put on the deed. And remember, the man is the head of the household. You have to make sure you keep her on a tight leash." That conversation had been a thorn in my side ever since it happened. I had planned to sit down and have a serious talk with Carter about it, but I never expected he'd already be actively looking for his next target. The host standing off to the side was Zoey Miller, my absolute best friend. After a moment of silence, Zoey walked out onto the stage. She tossed her cue cards aside and brought the microphone to her lips: "First of all, thank you all for coming. "Tonight's event was supposed to be a play carefully put together by our drama club. But given the... technical difficulties we just witnessed, I'm afraid the show can't go on as planned." A collective sigh of disappointment rippled through the crowd, though everyone clearly understood why. "However," Zoey announced loudly, "we've just discovered that real life is way more dramatic than any script. Since you're all here for a show, why don't we play one out in reality?" The room was quiet for a split second before erupting into wild applause and whistles. This auditorium full of theater kids was absolutely thrilled by Zoey's proposal. "Don't worry, Chloe!" "We'll help you get payback!" "Let's play this cheating trash and his side piece!" I looked out at the crowd, the warmth in my chest evaporating the chill of betrayal. With so many people standing by my side, I realized I had nothing to be afraid of. 02 My roommate had a thing for Carter. I had sensed it for a long time. Whenever Carter and I went for a walk, we'd magically bump into her. She was always twisting her ankle or feeling faint, begging Carter to walk her to the campus clinic. Back then, Carter barely gave her the time of day. It was obvious he genuinely wasn't interested. So why the sudden switch to acting like her absolute lapdog? My gut told me there was more to this story. I shared my suspicions with Zoey. By now, Zoey had fully embraced her role as the executive director of this revenge plot, and she immediately started giving out orders. The vanguard consisted of Carter's three roommates. They were dispatched to gather intel. The three frat guys coordinated perfectly and quickly got results. They noticed that Fall Campus Recruiting was right around the corner, and Carter hadn't sent out a single resume. So, two of the guys played bad cop. They relentlessly mocked Carter, saying he only ever passed his classes because his girlfriend did his homework, and since he didn't actually know anything, he probably gave up on job hunting altogether. The third guy played good cop. When Carter was fuming mad, he dragged him out to a college bar for some beers. A few drinks in, Carter took the bait. Tipsy and visibly smug, he leaned in and bragged to his roommate: "Do you know who Mia Evans is? She's the daughter of the CEO of Apex Innovations!" Mia Evans is my roommate. We happen to share the same last name. The roommate immediately reported this intel back to base. When Zoey and I heard the news, we looked at each other in dead silence. After a long pause, Zoey patted me heavily on the shoulder: "Chloe, Chloe, Chloe... How many times have I told you? Being low-key is fine, but being too low-key is a problem." "Look at this! Mia isn't just trying to steal your boyfriend, she's trying to steal your dad!" Zoey grabbed her phone, ready to figure out a plan to publicly clarify that I was the actual daughter of the Apex Innovations CEO. I thought about it for a second, then reached out and pressed my hand over hers. "Don't," I said quietly. "If Mia wants to play the rich heiress so badly, let's play along. Let's let her really enjoy the fantasy." Zoey froze, then caught my drift, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Damn, Chloe. You're evil. I love it." 03 Mia had been practically invisible for her first three years of college, but lately, she had become the hottest commodity on campus. Guys were showing up early to lecture halls just to save her a seat, hoping to chat her up between classes. Guys were sliding into her DMs, asking if she wanted to catch a movie, offering to buy the tickets in advance. She started receiving a steady stream of little gifts: anonymous flowers, surprise coffees, expensive snacks. Mia's ego went straight to her head. She walked into the dorm carrying a massive pile of imported snacks, dropping loud hints: "Ugh, I don't even know who keeps sending me all this. It's so annoying, I'm going to get so fat if I eat all this." One of our other roommates chimed in: "You can share with us! We can all get fat together." "Oh no, I couldn't possibly do that," Mia flatly refused. "These are heartfelt gifts from those sweet boys. If I gave them to someone else, it would break their hearts." I rolled my eyes so hard internally I practically saw my own brain. Back when Carter was pursuing me, he'd buy me fruit and pastries. Every single time, Mia would insist on "sharing the wealth" and snatch away a huge portion. Funny how she lacked all that empathy back then. Maybe sensing my coldness, Mia deliberately provoked me: "Sigh, Valentine's Day is coming up. I have no idea how many gifts I'm going to get. I finally understand what a 'sweet burden' really is." "Unlike some people. Even with a boyfriend, they probably won't get a single thing." She was clearly banking on the fact that Carter wouldn't buy me anything, so she was preemptively rubbing it in my face. Normally, I would have clapped back immediately. But for the sake of the upcoming show, I instantly contorted my face into a look of deep, wounded insecurity. "Y-you don't know what you're talking about," I defended Carter with a pale, shaky voice. "Carter was just really stressed with midterms before, so he forgot. He'll definitely get me something this year." Mia laughed out loud. "Oh, really?" She was fully expecting to watch me humiliate myself. But to her shock, on Valentine's Day, Carter actually did give me a gift. And it was way more expensive than anything he'd ever bought me. When I walked back into the dorm wearing the necklace Carter gave me, Mia's face cycled through shades of red, white, and green. I let out a soft, internal scoff. Mia still didn't understand men. Or at least, she didn't understand Carter. She thought that just because they had hooked up, Carter had already chosen her over me. But Carter was far more calculating than Mia realized. Yes, Mia was supposedly the daughter of the Apex Tech CEO, but she hadn't actually done anything concrete for his career yet. Meanwhile, I was his long-term girlfriend, practically a fiancée, and the actual local girl whose family promised to buy him a house in cash. It made no sense for him to drop me just yet. And because he felt guilty for cheating, even though he skipped gifts in the past, he made damn sure to buy me one this year. I never liked showing off my relationship, but for the sake of dramatic effect, I immediately touched the pendant, putting on my best "I'm the luckiest girl in the world" face, and gushed to the room: "I only mentioned this necklace in passing once, and Carter actually remembered!" "He went to three different mall boutiques just to find it." My other roommates were absolute Oscar-worthy actors. Every single one of them plastered a look of pure envy on their faces. "Wow, I saw that on TikTok! It's this year's exclusive Valentine's edition, right?" "That's so expensive! But our Chloe deserves the best." The roommate assigned to play the "mean girl" stepped up on cue. She shot a sideways glance in Mia's direction and said snarkily: "Unlike some people, who just get bought off with cheap grocery store candy and a bag of chips." Mia completely lost her mind. Honestly, a gift is about the thought, regardless of the price tag. But that was a concept Mia's vanity could never grasp. Deeply stung, she practically tore the dorm door off its hinges as she stormed out. My roommates and I exchanged a look. I casually tossed Carter's expensive necklace onto my desk, pulled out my phone, and texted Zoey: "Mia just bailed. Knowing her, she's headed straight to Carter." Zoey replied instantly: "Copy that!" In the 'Revenge Alliance' group chat, Director Zoey pinned an announcement: "Who shares a lecture with Carter right now?" Soon, the boots on the ground reported back with live intel— Carter was sitting in a lecture hall. Mia was spamming his phone with back-to-back calls. Visibly annoyed, Carter slipped out the back door and met Mia in the woods behind the science building. The very first words out of Mia's mouth were: "Break up with Chloe." Carter looked frustrated. "Babe, didn't I tell you? We have to take this slow..." He had probably used that excuse a dozen times by now. Mia cut him off impatiently: "No more taking it slow. Do it tomorrow!" Carter wasn't happy. He considered himself a big man on campus—handsome, smooth-talking, always popular with the ladies. No girl had ever ordered him around so aggressively. "Mia, you're crossing a line," Carter frowned. Of course, Mia wasn't listening. She had been jealous of me for way too long. The second she thought she had the upper hand, it was ruined by Carter's Valentine's gift to me. This was the absolute peak of her humiliation. She had already taken the first step of lying about her identity. Now, we were guiding her right into taking the second step. And exactly as predicted, she took it. "Carter, if you don't break up with Chloe immediately, I won't lift a finger to help you during campus recruiting." Carter's eyes lit up instantly. He grabbed Mia's hands: "You agreed to help me? You'll talk to Mr. Evans and get me straight into the core engineering team?" Mia nodded haughtily. "Obviously. He's my dad. It's literally just one sentence from me." Carter was so thrilled he picked Mia up and spun her around in circles: "Thank you, Mia. Thank you so much." Listening to the live-streamed audio, a mocking smile crept onto my face. Thank her while you can, Carter. Because soon enough, you'll be thanking her whole damn family. 04 The next day, Carter came over to dump me. His roommates texted our group chat, letting us know he had left the building. Zoey immediately whipped out a sliced onion and shoved it near my eyes. I was furious. "You don't trust my crying skills?!" Zoey patted my back. "I trust you, I trust you! You're the star of the drama club! The problem is Carter is such an idiot, I'm terrified you'll start laughing in his face..." That made me even madder. "That still means you don't trust my acting!!" Mid-argument, a knock sounded at the door. I opened it. Carter stood there. "Chloe." He wore a perfectly calculated look of regret. "I'm here to break up with you." I snapped into character in less than a second, my face falling into a mask of pure, devastated disbelief. "What? What are you saying?" Behind Carter, Zoey and my roommates were silently giving my performance a standing ovation. "I thought about it a lot, and I just don't think we're a good match." I played the desperate, clinging girlfriend: "Why? We literally just met each other's parents..." "My family doesn't think we're a good fit either." Carter let out a heavy, solemn sigh. What a textbook manipulator—even while dumping me, he left a breadcrumb. "I still love you, Chloe. But I'm afraid we just don't have a future. If we don't end it now, it'll only hurt more later. So I'd rather be the bad guy and do it today." You are the bad guy, you pretentious prick. I sobbed and pleaded a bit more. Carter's heart remained made of stone, so I finally, agonizingly, agreed. I thought he was going to leave, but then he said: "Since that's settled, I'm going to take back the things I left with you." He picked up the expensive necklace from my desk and asked: "Where's the rest of it?" Oh my god. I practically barked out a laugh. This was the first time in my life I'd seen someone refer to gifts they gave as "things I left with you." Zoey, predicting I might break character, lunged forward and grabbed my face. Her hands still had onion juice on them. The tears started flowing instantly. "Are you really not going to leave me with a single memory of us?" I wept. Seeing me cry so tragically must have softened his ego a little bit. "You can keep this one." He picked through the pile of gifts and placed something in my hand. I looked down and almost broke character again. It was a cheap, scribbled Christmas card he gave me freshman year. Taking back the expensive jewelry and leaving me his worthless autograph? How generous. Zoey, seeing my mouth twitching into a smile, viciously wiped my face with the onion again. When Carter looked back at me, I was clutching his freshman year Christmas card, tears streaming down my face, sobbing uncontrollably. He definitely walked away thinking: Wow, this girl is so deeply in love with me. Meanwhile, I was thinking: Wow, this onion is incredibly spicy. 05 The second Carter's footsteps faded, my roommates started tearing him apart. The group chat was blowing up with people raging on my behalf. One roommate argued that I shouldn't have let him take the gifts back so easily. I couldn't care less. All the gifts he ever gave me added up to barely a thousand bucks. What I saved was the million-dollar cash payment my family would have blown on his future house. Besides, I had a feeling the upcoming acts of this play would be more than enough to cover the price of admission. After dumping me, Carter's relationship with Mia didn't go as smoothly as he planned. Riding the high of having a roster of campus orbiters, Mia started playing hard to get. She dropped hints that she had plenty of options now and didn't necessarily need Carter. Furious, Carter stormed back to his dorm, grabbed his roommate Liam by the collar, and screamed: "Did you leak Mia's real identity?! Where else would all these guys be coming from?!" Liam obviously knew the exact truth, but his acting chops were top-tier. He stared back at Carter with wide, innocent eyes. "I didn't say a damn thing! Think about it man, the source of the rumor is Mia herself. She probably told all those guys to flex on everyone!" Carter had no way to verify it, and he was terrified that pushing Liam too hard would cause him to blab to the whole campus. He just gritted his teeth: "Just keep your mouth shut." At this point, Carter was already harboring some resentment toward Mia, feeling like she was stringing him along. But since he'd already burned the bridge with me, he swallowed his pride and resorted to aggressively sucking up to her. Carter clearly studied the rom-com male lead playbook. He brought her coffee in the morning, carried her bags in the evening, and even pulled the classic move of giving her a piggyback ride over a puddle on a rainy day. Watching this unfold with the Revenge Alliance chat, we all marveled at how deeply Carter had deluded himself into thinking he was the star of a movie. I have to admit, his handsome face was a pretty good smokescreen. After weeks of relentless rom-com stunts, Mia finally agreed to make it official. They posted a massive photo dump on Instagram to soft-launch the relationship. In every picture, Carter was smiling like he'd won the lottery. He absolutely believed his life as a wealthy, pampered son-in-law was just beginning, and every step from here on out would be bathed in gold. You're overthinking it, Carter. Right here? This is your peak. Next up, you're going to find out exactly how deep of a hole you've dug for yourself. 06 Carter submitted his resume to Apex Innovations. His interview was scheduled for a week later. That week was the absolute highlight of Mia's life. Not only was Carter at her beck and call, but our dorm roommates—having "heard" she was the Apex heiress—seemingly betrayed me and flocked to her side. In the past, Mia's hygiene was terrible. She'd constantly make excuses to skip chore duty, and our Neat-Freak roommate would always tear into her. But now? Neat-Freak completely ignored the mountain of Amazon boxes and takeout bags piling up on Mia's desk. She even cooed softly: "Mia is a high-class girl. How could she possibly concern herself with trivial things like taking out the trash? Just leave it there." In the past, Mia slept through lectures, skipped homework, and tried to get our Valedictorian roommate to help her cheat on finals. The Valedictorian used to roll her eyes and look at Mia with blatant disgust. But now? Valedictorian pulled a full 180. She practically bowed to Mia, saying: "Us try-hard scholarship kids only know how to read books. One day, we'll all just be working for you anyway." (In the group chat, Neat-Freak told Valedictorian she was overacting and sounded entirely too sarcastic). In the past, Mia loved playing the fragile damsel in distress. Our D1 Athlete roommate couldn't stand it, constantly telling her to hit the gym instead of trying to fit into that toxic, stick-thin influencer vibe. But now? Athlete praised Mia's looks daily, insisting that an heiress like Mia was supposed to be pale and fragile, and that's exactly why boys loved her. Mia was still the exact same Mia. Not a single one of her flaws had changed. Yet, entirely because of her supposed "Dad," everyone around her completely changed their attitude, treating her like absolute royalty. Shortcuts like that can make anyone lose their mind. Mia completely lost herself. Drowning in endless flattery, she fully sank into the role. Subconsciously, she genuinely started believing she was the daughter of the Apex Tech CEO. This delusion bled into her relationship with Carter. When he nervously asked her if he was guaranteed to pass the interview, Mia boldly declared: "My dad owns the company. You just go in there and say you're my boyfriend. Who would dare reject you?" Carter was so ecstatic he picked her up and spun her around three times. The day of the Apex Innovations interview finally arrived. Zoey and I got there early and slipped into the building's security room. Zoey aimed her phone at the CCTV monitors, live-streaming the feed to the group chat. Wearing a crisp, tailored suit and clutching his resume, Carter strutted up to the front desk like he owned the place. While he was signing in, a group of executives walked out from the hallway. Leading the pack was CEO Evans. He was heading out to a meeting. For context, I hadn't formally introduced Carter to my parents yet. My dad didn't know him from Adam. But Carter had definitely stalked the company's website and recognized CEO Evans's photo. Believing he was finally meeting his future father-in-law, Carter puffed out his chest, desperate to flex his "insider status." He practically leaped forward and loudly announced: "Good morning, Uncle!" He was so loud that everyone in the lobby turned to look. Seeing the audience, Carter puffed up even more. By pure coincidence, the HR Recruiter scheduled to interview him walked out at that exact moment. Eager to show the HR rep that he had serious connections, Carter smoothly asked CEO Evans: "I hope you've been doing well, Uncle. We were thinking about getting together for dinner next week." CEO Evans: "?" Carter, assuming my dad's stunned silence was just him rushing to his meeting, quickly played the understanding son-in-law: "I see you're busy, Uncle. We'll chat later." Carter gave a suave smile and turned to head toward the interview rooms. The HR Recruiter, sensing something bizarre, hurried over to my dad: "That's the intern candidate I'm about to interview. Do you know him, sir?" CEO Evans looked baffled. "Never seen him in my life." The Recruiter tried to jog his memory: "Based on the way he called you 'Uncle,' could he be Chloe's boyfriend?" "Impossible," CEO Evans stated flatly. "Chloe just went through a breakup." Relieved, the HR Recruiter decided to do things strictly by the book. She would evaluate Carter based entirely on his actual merits. Walking into the conference room, the HR rep began the interview. After a few standard behavioral questions, she pivoted to the technical portion. "What is the difference between a mutex and a semaphore?" "Can you explain multi-threading programming?" "Suppose you have a single-threaded standard C application that keeps crashing, but it never crashes in the exact same place. What do you think could be causing this?" Guys, if Carter knew the answers to any of these, would he be spending all his energy trying to marry into a trust fund? So, after ten agonizingly awkward minutes of dead silence, Carter raised his hand, stopping the HR rep from asking the next question. He gestured confidently: "I think you need to take another look at my resume." The HR rep was entirely confused. "I already reviewed your resume when you applied online." Giving her a highly suggestive wink, Carter pushed his freshly printed physical resume across the table. "I highly suggest you look at it again." The HR rep must have been questioning her reality, wondering what massive secret was hiding in this kid's painfully mediocre resume. But given his immense confidence, she opened the folder. Page one: normal. "Look at page two," Carter smiled knowingly. The HR rep flipped to the second page. In the security room, Zoey and I let out a scream of laughter. For his second page, Carter had printed out a massive, full-color selfie of him and Mia cuddling. The HR rep stared at the giant, glossy faces of these two college kids, then slowly looked up at Carter. Carter flashed her a blinding, "Now you get it" smile. I am absolutely certain that in her entire professional career, this HR rep had never encountered something so profoundly unhinged. She sat in absolute silence for two full minutes. Finally, maintaining peak professionalism, she told Carter: "I think we can conclude the interview here." The HR rep just wanted to get this insane person out of her building. But Carter, convinced that the HR rep had finally understood his VIP status and was "fast-tracking" him, stood up and excitedly shook her hand. "Excellent. I look forward to receiving my offer letter. Oh, by the way, the standard entry-level package is around $100k, right? Since it's me, is there any way we can make a special exception and bump that up?" This time, the HR rep was silent for five full minutes. Zoey and I were laughing so hard in the security room we couldn't breathe. When we finally left the security room, we bumped right into Carter in the lobby. Carter looked us up and down, a smug smirk twisting his lips. "Here for an interview?" Zoey had been laughing so hard that she hadn't managed to reset her facial expressions yet. The look on her face screamed 'I am looking at a clinically insane person'. Carter noticed. His smile dropped into a cold sneer. "You'd better watch your tone with me. Because whether you get hired here or not is entirely up to me." Zoey scoffed, "Aren't you just here for an interview too?" Carter sneered, "Do I look like I'm in the same league as you?" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and strutted out the glass doors. Zoey and I watched him leave, sharing a knowing look. Well, the setup was done. It was about time for the climax.
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