My Wife’s Boy Toy Doxxed Me, So I Bankrupt Him

On Valentine's Day, I posted two beautiful photos of my wife on TikTok.

I never expected her young, secret sugar baby to twist the truth and brand me as a creepy stalker online.

He even brought a gang of college kids, who called themselves social justice warriors, and cornered me right at my company's entrance.

"Hey, old man! You're in your forties. Still trying to cradle-snatch a young girl?"

"Society is trash because of creeps like you. We Gen Zers are going to teach you how to behave today!"

They trashed my office and tried to force my face into a puddle of piss to "look at myself."

What he didn't know was that my wife was actually forty years old. She just looked twenty because of heavy plastic surgery.

And he had no idea that every single penny my wife spent on him came directly from my bank account.

Now, it was time to take back everything that belonged to me.

On my way back to the office after lunch, I happened to scroll into a live stream on TikTok.

The title of the stream was: *Watch me hunt down a creepy stalker and teach him a lesson.*

Like most netizens, I stayed in the room just to watch the drama unfold.

In the video, a row of young college boys stood in a line.

They held up signs that read: "Death to Creeps," "Beat Up the Stalker," and "Justice Will Be Served."

As I watched, the background behind them started to look incredibly familiar.

The next second, a hyped-up voice came through my speaker:

"Alright guys! Taking down creeps is risky business. Send some gifts, and your boy will have more courage to face him!"

My phone volume was turned up, but that voice sounded like it was coming from right next to me.

I froze for a couple of seconds. When I looked up, I realized this crowd was standing right at the front gates of my company.

No wonder the background looked familiar.

My phone suddenly flashed a "30 seconds to battery shut down" warning. I put it away and decided to watch the scene play out in real life.

Right then, the leader was still shouting into his camera:

"Look, guys! This is the office where that creep works. Today, I'm going to expose his disgusting face in front of everyone!"

As soon as he said that, the live chat went absolutely wild.

[Oh my god, thats my dream company! How did a creep like him get hired there?]

[Birds of a feather flock together. Maybe the whole company is trash!]

[Support the streamer! Thank you for protecting us girls. Sisters, let's shower him with gifts!]

[A true hero! Justice might be late, but its never absent!]

With the continuous stream of paid gifts, the viewer count skyrocketed.

Seeing my company's hard-earned reputation dragged through the mud on a live stream made my heart sink.

This was bad. Very bad.

I would never allow one bad apple to ruin the company I built from scratch.

But first, I needed to figure out what exactly was going on. So, I walked up to them.

Before I could even open my mouth, the leader aggressively shoved his phone right into my face.

The metal case slammed into my forehead. I winced in pain.

He yelled at the camera, "Guys, look! This is the man! He looks all decent in his suit, but hes actually a disgusting creep who takes candid photos of girls!"

I was totally dazed. "Are you guys mistaken?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

I was a married man. I always kept a respectful distance from other women, and I certainly didn't have a hobby of secretly taking photos of strangers.

I couldn't understand how this had anything to do with me.

However, he had no intention of explaining.

He slammed the phone into my face again. This time, I knew it was intentional.

He sneered, spitting out insults:

"Old man, you must be in your late forties. You're practically pushing fifty, and you're still trying to get with young girls?"

"Society is dirty because of scum like you. Today, we're going to teach you a lesson!"

Before I could react, he punched me straight in the face.

I stumbled back a few steps, my mind going completely blank from the impact.

After shaking off the dizziness, I shouted, "Calm down! If you keep being unreasonable, I'm calling the police!"

I usually have a very stern look. Being the CEO of a major company, my presence alone is usually enough to intimidate people.

The younger employees in my office usually walked on eggshells around me.

I thought raising my voice would make them back down so we could talk.

But these kids completely ignored my warning. They crowded around me, spitting and shouting insults.

"Your mom might tolerate you, but we won't! We're going to teach you how to act!"

"People who don't respect women shouldn't even exist. If I were your dad, I would've suffocated you at birth!"

In the chaos, someone spat on my sleeve. The cold moisture made my skin crawl with disgust.

I had lived for over forty years, and I never thought Id see the day where Id be cornered and bullied by a bunch of college kids at my own office door.

It was lunchtime. Many of my employees were returning from their break.

But the entrance was completely blocked by these thugs, so nobody could get in.

As the crowd of onlookers grew, I swallowed my disgust and looked the leader in the eye.

"I am saying this for the last time. You have the wrong person. I am not the creep you're looking for, and I have never done what you claim!"

"Furthermore, I am married. Watch your mouth. If you continue this harassment, I will sue you for defamation!"

I figured they were just hot-headed kids who made a mistake. I was willing to give them one chance to back off.

As long as they admitted their mistake, I was willing to let it go.

But to my surprise, my words only made him laugh louder.

"You have the guts to take the photos, but not the guts to admit it? What a coward!"

"Hilarious! Do all married men love to cheat? Since your wife can't control you, we'll do her a favor and teach you a lesson!"

The boy looked at me like I was piece of garbage. "You want to sue us? Are you out of your mind? You took photos of my girlfriend and posted them online. We're the ones who should sue you!"

Wait. My mind raced.

When did I ever post photos of someone else's girlfriend online?

I stared at him. "You say I posted photos of your girlfriend. Show me the proof."

I wondered if someone was using my identity to do shady things online.

After all, the only photos I had posted recently were of my wife.

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, why would they be so sure it was me?

I betted he couldn't produce any real proof, or at least, his proof would be a mistake.

"Fine! Let's make sure you go down with no excuses!"

The boy tapped on his phone and quickly pulled up a page.

He shoved the screen in front of my face and sneered, "The evidence is right here. What do you have to say now?"

I looked at the screen, ready to dismiss it. But the moment I saw it, I froze.

The page on his phone was my own TikTok account.

Specifically, the post I made this morning.

Today was Valentine's Day. I had rarely posted about my personal life, but today I had shared two beautiful photos of my wife.

When I checked it earlier, it only had a few likes.

But now, the screen showed tens of thousands of likes, and the comment section was overflowing.

My brain worked fast. I immediately connected the dots.

I looked at the boy standing in the center. He had pale, smooth skin and a cute, boyish facethe exact type people on Snapchat call a "pretty boy."

On closer look, he actually looked a bit familiar.

But I didn't dwell on that. If I recalled correctly, he had just said that the woman in the photos was his girlfriend.

There were too many details here, pointing to a dark truth. But I kept my cool.

I decided to test him. "Aren't you guys being a bit too impulsive? What's wrong with me posting photos of my own wife?"

"You claim she's your girlfriend? Why don't we call her here right now and clear this up?"

The moment I said that, the boys burst into loud, mocking laughter.

"Old man! Go look in a mirror. What young girl would ever choose you?"

The leader turned to the crowd of onlookers and yelled, "Sisters! Would any of you date an old man twenty years older than you?"

Someone in the crowd yelled back, "No way!"

A smug grin spread across his face. "If you had to choose, would you date me, or him?"

He pointed to himself, then to me.

Unsurprisingly, everyone cheered for him.

This area was filled with office buildings. I scanned the crowd, hoping to see a familiar face who could speak up for me, but there was no one.

Some people even started advising me to delete the photos and apologize so the kids would let me go.

I looked at these young, energetic faces, but all I felt from them was pure, unadulterated malice.

Suddenly, a realization flashed through my mind. I reached into my briefcase and pulled out a document folder.

"This is the physical copy of my marriage certificate with Vanessa. You claim Vanessa is your girlfriend. Where is your proof?"

Vanessa had always been insecure and insisted I carry a copy of our marriage certificate in my briefcase for our joint insurance update today. I never expected it to come in handy like this.

But before I could even hold it up, one of the boys snatched the document from my hand and ripped it into pieces.

"Nice try with the fake document! Do you think we're stupid? Leo, this guy is shameless. Let's give him what he deserves!"

Leo! Leo Vance?!

Hearing that name made my blood run cold. Fragmented memories suddenly rushed back into my head.

I had heard that name from my wife, Vanessa.

A few months ago, Vanessa showed me a photo of a young guy on her phone. She told me he was her cousin who had just got into the top university in our city.

She said, as his older cousin, she wanted to buy him a nice gift, but didn't know what he liked. She asked if she could just transfer some cash to him instead.

I didn't mind, of course.

Not long after, I heard her on the phone, saying, "Leo, I transferred the money. Study hard, and let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

She hung up with a sweet smile on her face.

Seeing me staring at her, she hugged my arm and explained, "My cousins name is Leo Vance. If you ever meet him, you have to take good care of him for me!"

I hadn't recognized him immediately because that happened last year, and I had completely forgotten what the boy in the photo looked like.

The only thing I remembered was that over the past year, Vanessa had transferred a lot of money to this "Leo Vance."

But since that was her allowance, I never questioned how she spent it or who she gave it to.

Now, it seemed like it wasn't her cousin at all.

What Leo did next confirmed my worst fears.

As if to rub it in my face, he pulled out his phone and started a FaceTime call. When the call connected, he said, "Babe, I have a surprise for you tonight. Let's celebrate Valentine's Day together."

The next second, a voice I knew better than my own came through the speaker: "Of course, baby! I can't wait!"

It was Vanessa.

Even though it was a hot summer afternoon, I felt like I had been plunged into an icy lake.

Vanessa and I were high school sweethearts. I had loved her for years, and we finally got married.

We had been married for over a decade. Although we didn't have kids, we had always enjoyed our life together. Our relationship had only grown stronger over the years.

Our friends always teased us for being as clingy as newlyweds.

I never, in my wildest dreams, thought she would cheat on me.

And I certainly never expected her to be keeping a twenty-year-old college student as her sugar baby.

My entire world shattered in that instant.

While I stood there frozen, a familiar voice called out, "Mr. Sterling? Whats going on here?"

It was my assistant, Justin. His voice snapped me back to reality.

"Call the police! Have all of them arrested! And call Vanessa. Tell her to get her ass down here right now!"

For years, I had pampered her, spoiled her, and made sure she never had to lift a finger. And this was how she repaid me?

Vanessa, how dare you!

I clenched my fists, fury burning in my chest.

Although Justin was confused, he immediately pulled out his phone to follow my orders.

But before he could dial, one of the college kids slapped the phone out of his hand. It shattered on the pavement.

"He's with the creep! He's probably trying to delete the evidence!"

The boy then stomped on the phone, crushing it completely.

I stared at them coldly. "What do you want?"

Leo sneered. "Don't think that just because you know my girlfriend's name and made up a fake marriage story, I'll be scared of you."

He laughed mockingly. "So, you're saying this is your company?"

"Yes," I replied coldly.

Leo threw his head back and laughed. The boys behind him joined in, howling with laughter.

Before I could call them crazy, Leo turned to his gang.

"Brothers, go inside and trash the place!"