When Kate’s boyfriend, Jace, stopped replying to her texts—claiming he was down with the flu—she felt worried rather than suspicious. Wanting to surprise him, she packed a bag of groceries, some soup, and his favorite snacks, and headed over to his building.

But as the elevator doors opened, her world stopped. There was Jace—very much alive and healthy—locked in a passionate kiss with another woman.

Kate froze, stunned, before anger took over. “So you’re feeling better, huh?” she spat, tossing the grocery bag at him and storming off before he could utter a word.

That was the end of them. Or so she thought.

A few days later, Kate heard a knock at her door. When she opened it, her jaw dropped—it was the woman from the elevator.

“I’m Ashley,” the stranger said softly. “And before you slam the door, please—just hear me out.”

Kate hesitated. Ashley went on to explain that Jace had told her Kate was a “crazy ex” who wouldn’t stop calling him. He’d lied to both of them, playing victim while juggling two relationships.

Once the truth came out, Ashley didn’t just want closure—she wanted payback.

The two women, once enemies by circumstance, became partners in poetic justice. Together, they created fake dating profiles in Jace’s name, shared his number on singles forums, and even plastered his photo on a local billboard with the tagline: “Hopeless romantic seeking honesty. Preferably his own.”

Within a week, Jace’s phone was blowing up—and his reputation was in ruins.

When he finally begged them to stop, Kate and Ashley agreed—on one condition: he’d send them $2,000 for “emotional damages.”

They split the cash and booked a girls’ trip to Spain.

In the end, Kate didn’t just lose a cheating boyfriend. She gained a loyal friend—and a priceless reminder that sometimes, revenge can come with sunshine, sangria, and sisterhood.