It's true, there is no fury like a woman scorned. And if she is a creative woman, she can probably come up with an amazing revenge plan to reek havoc on the person that broke her heart. These stories are prime examples of just how creative women can get! And if you might be a lover scorned, this could your chance to learn a thing or two!
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The Letter He Left Her
“This was my best revenge.
I went through an awful divorce. My ex-wife cheated on me, told lies about me, and all throughout the divorce I took the high road and was there for my kids while she disappeared off the face of the earth. Her birthday was only a couple of weeks after the divorce was final. As the kids were young I was a good guy and purchased several presents from the kids to her.
Among the gifts I bought was a necklace with a big red A at the end. Her first name is Ann. I had the kids give that to her and she wore her scarlet letter all around town for a solid nine months. Most people in our town knew what she had done and some even were aware of the necklace. Yup, I made my adulterous ex-wife wear the scarlet letter and I was certainly not shy about telling anyone!”
The Confession That Backfired
“I was dating this girl. I thought she was ‘the one,’ so I gave her the keys to my apartment. I worked late for my job and I was just happy there was someone in my bed when I got home at 2:00 in the morning.
I came home one night, and she was awake. She confessed to using my apartment to cheat on me with 7 different people over the course of 8 months. So, I packed her stuff up and kicked her out. She was still living with her mom anyway. Then I lied to her, and said I moved to Seattle, but I moved to Hawaii instead. Three months after moving, I get a phone call from her. I answer, and to my surprise she’s called me from the Seattle airport. She flew out there to try and fix things between us. The dialog goes as follows:
Me: ‘So you’re in Seattle?’
Her: ‘Yeah! Weren’t you listening? I came here to fix us.’
Me: ‘Oh…well that’s bad.’
Her: ‘What’s bad?’
Me: ‘I’m in Hawaii!’ and I hung up the phone.
She immediately called back:
Her: ‘YOU LIED TO ME!!’
Me: ‘Huh, how does it feel?’ and I hung up again.
That, to me, was a great revenge.'”
A Really Fun Aunt
“My aunt once found out that a boyfriend was cheating on her.
Instead of confronting him, she wanted to get petty revenge. She knew where he kept his hide-a-key, so one day while he was at work she spent the whole day at his house. She rearranged all the furniture, including putting the upstairs furniture downstairs and vice versa.
She also took all the canned goods in his pantry, steamed off the labels, shuffled them, and put them back on at random. This included the canned dog food. Dude would think he was opening some soup but NOPE, Dog food!
When she left she locked up, she put the key back, and never spoke to him again.”
A Sister That Cares
“My little brother and his girlfriend came to stay at my house for the weekend, and his girlfriend was super self-centered and obnoxious. When they left, she forgot some of her clothes and toiletries because she left them sprawled all over my bathroom.
About a week later, she and my brother moved into an apartment together. After he paid for the moving truck, deposit and utilities, she cheated on him with her ex and kicked him out of the apartment. This left him broke, homeless, and heart broken.
In the days after the breakup, she kept calling and emailing him, several times a day, demanding that he ask me to ship her clothes and toiletries back to her (‘I mean, it’s really important. It’s my NORTH FACE!’). My brother called and pleaded with me to ship them to her so she would stop having a reason to contact him.
Being the loving sister that I am, I gathered up the ‘Really Important North Face’ sweatshirt, shorts, underwear, shampoo, conditioner, soap and her razor. I folded everything nicely. I then wrote a nice note apologizing for taking so long to mail them to her, and let her know that I hope all is well. The note was written in permanent marker, and the paper happened to be resting on the ‘Really Important Northface’ when I wrote it. Unfortunately, the ink bled straight through the paper and onto the shirt. Also unfortunately, the shampoo, soap and conditioner caps were not tightly secured on their bottles, and the contents leaked out all over the clothes, further spreading the ink. The most unfortunate result, though, was that her razor didn’t have any sort of protective cap or container and left little slashes all over the front of the ‘Really Important North Face.’
Everything done to the ‘Really Important North Face’ could easily have happened after I neatly packaged it. I like leaving the hint of doubt.
She received the package, and my brother never heard from her again.”
The Poo Hat
“I found a hat in the car that I shared with my ex. I knew that it belonged to the girl that he had been hooking up with for the last 2 years of our marriage. She was also a good friend of mine (before I found out, obviously).
I dipped a q-tip in my dog’s freshly laid poo and delicately lined the inside rim of her hat with it then gently placed hat on back seat of car where I found it.
I returned car to ex the following day. The next time I borrowed the car, the Poo Hat was not there. My only regret is that I don’t have a picture of her wearing it.”
Not The Reaction He Expected
“My sister told an ex that no one would marry him because no one would put up with his crud. She recently got an invite in the mail to his wedding; he had written something like, ‘you were wrong’ on it. She RSVPed that she would be attending.
When he got the reply card, he texted her frantically asking her if she was serious because he didn’t intend for her to go (and his soon-to-be-wife didn’t know he had invited my sister). She said of course and then said she was going to wear white.
He’s been texting her every few days begging her not to go so he doesn’t have to explain himself. Don’t get into a petty war with my sister. Nothing is beneath her.”
The Stink Mobile
“Now this was a couple years back, when I was in college. My friend, we’ll call her Susie, and I were both going into our second year. So was her boyfriend, Brad. So Susie finds out that she has ‘cold sores.’ The only guy she has ever been with is Brad. Naturally she is devastated to find out he’s been cheating. We find out that she is not the only one he infected. There are in fact at least FIVE other women we find out about!
What’s more, we find out Brad has KNOWN that he is positive and still going around hooking up with women while saying that he is healthy. Basically his attitude is that someone gave it to him, so why would it be wrong for him to spread it too? Yeah, Brad is a jerkoff of epic proportions.
Susie is just devastated and can’t get out of her funk and what she now has to deal with health wise. She didn’t want to file charges as it would become public record. We did report him anonymously to the CDC. But we needed to do more.
There is an urban legend where as revenge a woman hid, shrimp in her cheating boyfriend’s curtain rods when she was forced to moved out of their apartment. This story has been featured on many shows about urban legends. It just so happened to come on late one night when me and Susie were watching tv.
The only problem was that Brad had five roommates. So there was no way that was going to work. But wait, Brad has a car! And Brad is too broke to afford a new car anytime soon. She knows the door code to unlock the vehicle and I just so happen to know how to remove certain vehicle panels to access holes in other panels that it would be impossible to get shrimp out of. Plus he worked the early shift on Wed, lucky us it’s Tuesday night.
So off we go to the store to buy the clearance section of meat and seafood out. We’re talking ground beef, shrimp, imitation crab meat, various kinds of fish and deviled eggs.
Oh, and during this lovely time of September our little town was experiencing a triple digit heat wave. So off we go in the middle of the night, when its still 90 degrees out, and get to work. Luckily for us, Brad lives in a lame apartment with no security cameras and other tenets who don’t car about two women working on a vehicle at 1am.
Sure enough the door key code still works. So we pop out the little covers on the doors panels that access the interior of the door. In goes the tiny little shrimps. Then we remove the plastic panels from the wheel wells. And in goes some ground beef and deviled eggs. Next was his lift gate – you get the idea.
We put his car back together and off we go. Over the next few days the smell just got worse and worse. The apartment complex manager asked him to move the car off grounds because of the smell. Our town also has some mean feral cats that roam around, they just loved hanging around his car. So not only did it stink, but he risked being attacked by some mean feral cats. He would have to always have the windows cracked open at least a little.
The best part is Brad and I have the same major. So over the next three years, I saw him a lot. He became notorious for his horrible smelling car. He couldn’t afford to replace it, no one would buy it, no matter how many times he had it cleaned the smell remained, and no one could figure out where the odor was coming from. Even if they had figured it out most of the panels would need to be completely replaced because the only access is tiny holes.
To this day people still ask him about his car on Facebook. Like, if he says he will pick people up they ask him if he has a new car. Nope. It still the stink mobile. He currently works at Starbucks, so that thing isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Kind of like his cold sores.
I like to think of this as my ultimate Sherlock Holmes-level petty revenge/prank. I will never top the awesomeness of this one, it was my masterpiece.”
Pure Class, All Around
“My boyfriend and I broke up for a short period of time several years ago. During this time, I was working a miserable job as a bank teller.
One day, this girl I knew came into the bank with a couple friends of hers and approached my station. Let’s call her Brandi because I hate that name and also, that’s her name. Before even a hello, she said, ‘Hey are you still with (boyfriend’s name)?’
‘No, but we are taking some time apart and working things out,’ I replied.
Before I could really get those words out, she and her friends burst into laughter and walked off. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t need anything at the bank at all, so I immediately felt weird about it.
The next few days, I spent figuring out what the heck was so funny. It turns out she was trying to get with my ex at the time and for some reason thought it was hilarious that we were ‘working it out.’ I was not having it.
A month or so later, my boyfriend and I were back together and things were good. I’m out at a bar in my early-20s glory with my bestie and we spot Brandi across the room. Excellent, I thought, rubbing my hands together like Doctor Evil. Don’t judge me, I was wasted.
She approaches us with a few friends and goes in for the wasted ‘OMG HEY YOU GUYS!’ hugging thing that girls do even when they hate each other. I played along and she ended up buying a round of shots for the group of us standing there. I dug in my butt crack for a few minutes while we stood there. I then spit in her glass (my bestie covering me so Brandi couldn’t see) and then proceeded to run my butt crack finger around the rim. I turned around and sweetly passed it to her. She brought the glass up to her lips and took her shot. She ended up licking the edge of the glass after too, to my great pleasure.
My bestie and I laughed hysterically and then wandered off without a word to her. The confused look on her face mirrored mine when she asked about my boyfriend previously. It was awesome. And so petty.
Worth it. Don’t mess with my man or I will spit in your drink and wipe my butt crack on your glass.”
“My boyfriend and I broke up a week before my birthday. Which was fine because we both knew it was time, but difficult for both of us. Of course, it being my birthday and birthdays being way more important to him than me, he wants to spend the week together. I concede, because who doesn’t want to spend their birthday with their ride or die of the last two years? Plus – who doesn’t want a little birthday action? But this story is about the day after my birthday.
The day after my birthday I’m hanging out in at his house in bed, while he’s taking a shower, and I decide to check his phone. It’s something I’ve never done before, but something inside me told me that I should.
Lo and behold, he’s been texting another girl for the last week! Literally earlier that day he had been dirty messages at the same time that we were exchanging dirty messages. She sending him dirty pics and things like, ‘it’s nice to know you’re loved and cared for.’ Ok, honey, whatever. But I’m freaking livid. LIVID because for the last week he’s been telling me how much he loves me and wishes he could marry me and even got me questioning whether I should have dumped him.
Needless to say, I tear into the bathroom with a vengeance, throw his phone at him, and tell him to shove it where the sun don’t shine. We’re hootin’ and hollerin’ at each other and I decide enough is enough. I storm out of his house and he follows. He’s standing outside in just a bath towel with a look of fear, confusion, and suspense on his face.
I’m about to unleash the fury of a lover scorned and he knows it – just not how. I silently walk over to my car, grab the heavy flashlight out of my driver’s side door, look him dead in the eyes, and WACK the his passenger side mirror right off his car.
It was the most empowering and savage moment of my life to date.”
Truly A Woman Scorned
“Years ago, at the youthful age of 22, I had a boyfriend for about eight months that dumped me for his ex of many years, but he did it in a very cowardly way. Rather than just being upfront and honest with me, he would barely speak to me basically just saying, ‘it’s just over!’ without any explanation.
One day, I stumbled upon him at his friend’s house with the crazy ex who ended up physically attacking me. As I was getting in my car, after all this craziness, she said to me, ‘He never cared about you! You were just a fall back to him!’ That last statement from her burned right through me. It made me feel so angry and so badly embarrassed that I decided I simply had to set the record straight.
I mean, ok sure, he didn’t love me like he did her, after all they had many years of being together. There is no way he gets off that easy though, by just telling her I meant nothing and i was just a fall back, especially when that was simply not true. Meanwhile I’m left with a broken heart, completely blind-sided by this cowardly snake and they get to live happily ever after? Nope. Eff that…
I had a stack of loving sentimental cards he gave me with these amazing love letters written in them telling me how happy he finally was after being so miserable for so long and how he can’t wait to see what our future holds because it’s wonderful to be with me, and how lucky he is to have me in his life, how he feels like a brand new person and couldn’t be happier, and on and on. You name it, he took the time often to write it, because the fact, is he really did care. True, it didn’t compare the the love he had for her after their several years together, but he still did care for me.
After a week or two, when I knew they’d still be in lovey-dovey, make-up mode, I took all these cards and all of the photos we took together and mailed every last piece to her home address with a sweet little note to her that said, ‘I just wanted to show you how much of a fall back I was!’
Who gets the last laugh now?”
Angry Isn’t A Strong Enough Word
“A boyfriend cheated on me. I came home and found a used rubber on our dresser.
I am not proud of it, but I completely destroyed his house, cut up all his precious hats, poured bottles of lotion in all of his shoes and maple syrup all over his bed. I wrote ‘YOU SUCK’ in lip gloss on the mirror and then I came back three days later and stole all his furniture for my new place. I sent all of the bare pics he took of the girl to his parents including a message about how much of a dirtbag he was and I changed the password to his Netflix, which he subsequently still pays for but can’t use.
I also took both of his credits cards and racked up about $1,000 for new stuff for my new house. Yeah, I’m sure he either regretted ever cheating on me or ever meeting me by that point.”
Unsecured Hotmail Accounts
“Probably more of a not-so-legal-revenge but still petty… I guess. This happened ages ago. Must’ve been ’07-08 I think.
When I broke up with my boyfriend, he flat out refused to give me back my MP3 player that I had loaned to him. It was a really nice model with like 4GB of space too, so this made me really mad.
For revenge I ‘hacked’ into his Hotmail account (having your birthdate as a password isn’t really that secure) and held his account hostage.
After some back and fourth I got my MP3 player back. Plus I found out the idiot used dating websites while we were still a couple.
So, as a last bit of revenge for cheating, I gave him the wrong password and deleted his Hotmail.
Not my proudest moment but no regrets either.”