My Fiancée, Her Lover, and My Revenge

Countless iterations of the word “slut” had been gouged into the obsidian black paint of my brand-new car.

I was in the owner’s lounge at the dealership, the security footage cued up on a tablet, when I saw her. Chloe. My fiancée. Who was supposed to be two states over visiting her sister. Standing right next to her, looking painfully awkward, was Evan, her childhood best friend.

“Leo, it’s just a car. Do you really have to make such a big deal out of this?”

She tossed a service estimate onto the glass table in front of me. “Just sign it. Insurance will handle everything. Let’s not be late for our movie.”

My eyes were glued to the tablet. To the pixelated image of Evan, key in hand, grinning as he carved a deep gash across the Porsche emblem on the hood. I felt a slow, cold smile spread across my own face.

“You want me to just let this go?”

“Yes,” they both said, their faces masks of entitled impatience.

“Alright,” I said, picking up my keys from the table and tossing them so they landed with a soft clack in front of Evan. “Buy me a new one.”

I leaned back, meeting their stunned expressions. “And we’ll pretend this never happened.”


1

The color drained from Chloe’s face. “Leo, what the hell are you talking about?”

Evan, the man who’d been laughing like a hyena in the video, now adopted the look of a kicked puppy. “Leo, man, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight, I’d had a few drinks. My hand just… slipped.”

I picked up my phone, found the video file, and turned the volume all the way up.

His voice, tinny but clear, filled the quiet lounge. “Watch this, Chloe. I’m gonna leave him a little souvenir.”

The shriek of metal on metal that followed was excruciatingly loud. Every other customer in the room turned to stare.

Chloe’s face cycled through shades of red, white, and a sickly green. She lunged for my phone, trying to wrestle it from my grasp.

I was faster. I locked the screen and pulled it away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you trying to humiliate us?” she hissed, her voice a furious whisper.

“Humiliate you?” I stared at her, genuinely baffled. “He’s the one who did something disgusting. How does that turn into me humiliating you?”

Evan tugged on Chloe’s sleeve, putting on a show of remorse for our audience. “Leo, I’ll pay for the repairs. Double, whatever they cost. Okay?”

“I said, a new car.” My voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.

“Don’t push it, Leo!” Chloe finally snapped. “It’s a car that costs, what, a few dozen grand? You’re going to throw away our entire relationship for that?”

“A few dozen grand?” A laugh escaped my lips, but there was no humor in it. “Chloe, this car, with all the options, was two hundred and eighty thousand dollars. And that’s what it is in your mind? A rounding error?”

“More importantly,” I said, my voice dropping, “this isn’t about the money.”

I pointed a finger at Evan. “It’s about him. Maliciously destroying something of mine, right in front of you. And you? You didn’t just hide it. You were going to let me walk in here like an idiot and sign that paper, none the wiser.”

“I…” Chloe faltered, her mouth opening and closing with no sound.

Evan, seeing his damsel in distress, stepped forward to play the knight. “Chloe, don’t get upset. It’s all my fault.” He turned to me, his eyes glinting with a challenge. “Leo, this is between us men. Don’t drag Chloe into it. Just tell me what you want.”

The way he framed it, he was her noble protector, and I was the unreasonable villain. A chihuahua trying to pass for a Doberman.

“It’s simple.” I scooped my keys off the table and dropped them back into my pocket. “A brand-new, identical car. Delivered today. If you can’t manage that, then we have nothing left to talk about.”

I turned and walked away.

Chloe’s shriek followed me. “Leo! Don’t you walk away from me! If you walk out that door, we are over!”

I didn’t even break stride.

2

Back home, the first thing I did was back up the video. I made a dozen copies, uploading them to every cloud drive and encrypted email account I owned.

The moment I finished, my mom called.

“Leo, what’s this I hear about you and Chloe fighting? Honey, you’re the man, you have to be the bigger person sometimes.”

Before I could even answer, the phone was passed to someone else. It was Chloe’s mother.

“Leo, dear, it’s Diane. I heard what happened, and I am so sorry for what Evan did. I apologize on his behalf.” Her voice was syrupy sweet. “But you know Evan. He and Chloe grew up together, they’re like brother and sister. He was just fooling around, playing a prank on her. Scratching your car… it’s not that serious.”

“Chloe told me we’ll cover the repair costs, of course. Please don’t hold this against her. We can’t let this affect the wedding.”

I clutched the phone, a chill spreading through my chest as I listened to her spin a web of nonsense.

A prank?

Maliciously vandalizing a piece of property worth nearly three hundred thousand dollars was a prank?

“Diane, I’ve seen the security footage. Your daughter, Chloe, knows perfectly well whether or not he was joking.”

The other end of the line went silent. When she spoke again, her tone had hardened. “Leo, what is that supposed to mean? Do you think our Chloe isn’t good enough for you? You’re going to call off the wedding over a stupid car? Do you have any idea what we’ve invested in the down payment for your house…?”

I hung up. Listening to another word felt like drinking poison.

Five minutes later, my doorbell rang. It was Chloe, with Evan in tow.

She must have assumed I’d have cooled down, because she entered with a face full of carefully crafted, tear-stained regret. “Leo, I’m so sorry. I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hidden it from you.”

“Please don’t be mad at me. My mom already yelled at me.”

Evan trailed behind her, holding a sad-looking fruit basket, a pathetic grin plastered on his face. “Hey, man. Look, I came all the way here to apologize in person. Can you just… let it go? Forgive and forget?”

He set the basket on my coffee table with the air of someone bestowing a great honor.

I remained on the couch, not moving, my gaze fixed on the wall behind them.

“Where’s the new car?”

Chloe’s performance faltered. Evan’s smile froze.

“Leo, do you have to be like this?” Chloe’s patience evaporated, the tears vanishing as if on command. “I already said I’m sorry. What more do you want?”

“I want a new car. Or a check for two hundred and eighty thousand dollars.” I finally looked at her. “Am I not speaking clearly?”

“You’re insane!” she shrieked. “Where are we supposed to get that kind of money?”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” I stood up. “If you don’t have the money, then get out of my house. The door is right there.”

Evan’s face turned a blotchy red. He took a step toward me, puffing out his chest. “Don’t be an asshole, Leo.”

My eyes were ice. “You want to do this? Fine. But I should warn you. If you lay a single finger on me today, this will be about a lot more than just a car.”

He stared into my eyes, searching for a bluff he couldn't find. He backed down.

Seeing that aggression had failed, Chloe switched back to her soft approach. She grabbed my arm. “Leo, baby, we’re about to get married. We’re family. If you make Evan pay that much, how will he ever recover? How can we all stay friends?”

“Family?” I yanked my arm away. “Does family conspire with an outsider to lie to me? To cheat me?”

“And as for friends,” I shot a contemptuous look at Evan, “I have no interest in being friends with a petty criminal who destroys other people’s property.”

My words hit their mark. Evan’s face flushed a deep crimson. “Watch your mouth, Leo!”

“Or what?” I laughed. “Let’s talk about consequences. You have three days. In three days, I either see an identical new car in my parking spot, or I see two hundred and eighty thousand dollars in my bank account.”

“If I don’t, I’m sending that video to everyone. Our entire families, all our mutual friends. I’ll even send it to the alumni networks for both of our colleges.”

“Let’s let everyone see what a loyal ‘big sister’ you are, Chloe. And what a righteous ‘little brother’ you are, Evan.”

The color drained from both of their faces. They were utterly, devastatingly pale.

3

They’d met in college. The alumni network was vast and active, including dozens of current colleagues and even a few of their senior managers.

If that video got out, they’d be socially and professionally crucified.

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