When I found out my ex, Leo, was cheating, he didn’t even try to deny it. Instead, he laughed.
I’ll never forget that smirk on his face when he said, “It’s not that deep. You’ll get over it.” Like three years of my life meant nothing. Like I was just some joke.
Fine. He wanted to be heartless? I moved on. Blocked him everywhere, hit the gym, started focusing on myself. It took time, but I got over him. Or so I thought.
Then, last week, I got a message from a number I didn’t recognize. It was his new girlfriend. She had a question for me:
“Hey, I just found something weird. Did Leo ever cheat on you?”
Whew. The karma train had arrived.
Apparently, she found messages. Same lies, same games—but now it was her turn to be the fool. She sounded hurt, confused, like she wanted me to say, “No, he’s a good guy, you’re different.” But I wasn’t about to lie.
I told her the truth. Every single thing. And when I was done, she went silent.
A few hours later? Leo was blowing up my phone. Accusing me of ruining his relationship. Saying I was “bitter.” Calling me names.
But all I could do was laugh. Because wasn’t that what he told me?
“It’s not that deep. You’ll get over it.”
The texts kept coming, but I ignored them. He even tried calling from different numbers, but I wasn’t about to waste my energy. If he wanted someone to blame, he could look in the mirror.
Then, the unexpected happened. A few days later, his ex-girlfriend messaged me again.
“You won’t believe what happened.”
Oh, but I would.
Apparently, after she confronted him, he tried gaslighting her, just like he did to me. Swore it was all in her head, that she was “crazy” for even thinking he’d cheat. But she wasn’t me—she wasn’t going to let him get away with it. She had receipts. Screenshots, timestamps, even photos of him with another girl. And instead of apologizing, Leo lost it. Flipped tables, called her names, stormed out like he was the victim.
And then? He got played at his own game.
Turns out, the other girl—the one he’d been seeing behind his girlfriend’s back—wasn’t just some random fling. She was playing him, too.
After his girlfriend dumped him, he ran straight to this other girl, expecting comfort. But she had a surprise waiting. She had a boyfriend. A real one. And Leo? He was just the side piece.
The way his ex told it, Leo showed up at her apartment, begging for another chance, saying the side girl “wasn’t serious” about her boyfriend. But then—bam—the actual boyfriend showed up. Leo got called every name in the book. And then, for the cherry on top, the boyfriend knocked him flat with one punch.
That’s right. Leo, the guy who thought he was untouchable, ended up getting wrecked, publicly humiliated, and dumped twice in one week.
And now? He’s alone.
I can’t lie—I laughed when I heard. Not because I wish him harm, but because karma really doesn’t miss.
The girl he played is moving on. She told me she feels free, like she dodged a bullet. And me? I finally feel closure.
Because the truth is, I did get over it. And now, Leo has to do the same. Funny how that works, huh?
Let this be a reminder: what goes around, comes around. If you don’t want to be treated like trash, maybe don’t treat others that way.
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