A Strategy For Sweet Revenge

His words wrung a sharp, bitter laugh from me.

"Then what about the five million dollars I put up for you back then?"

"It's just five million dollars! If you want it, I can give you ten times that amount," Caleb said, rising to his feet to loom over me, his expression pure contempt. He let out a disdainful snort and turned to leave.

I scrambled to stop him, but he roughly shoved me against the wall.

"Enough, Genevieve! Stop clinging to me like a goddamn leech. You're pathetic!"

Caleb kicked over our only photo together, shattering the frame. "Fuck this," he snarled, then stormed out without a backward glance.

I slid down the wall and slumped onto the carpet, pressing my tongue hard against the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. Fury, hot and sharp, burned through me.

I immediately thought of a thousand ways to make this scumbag pay. No matter what, I was going to destroy him completely.

My mother was right. The handsome ones are always bastards.

The next day, the paparazzi somehow got photos of me looking disheveled as I entered his mansion late at night, and even more of a wreck when I left moments later. They even managed to get a few close-ups of me slumped on the carpet.

I was trending again. This time, it wasn't just Caleb and Skylar's fans; even casual bystanders joined in on the vicious comments about me.

"My God, is this woman a parasite who can't live without him? She actually knelt and begged him to get back together! So pathetic!"

"I'm not a fan of anyone, but this woman truly disgusts me. Does she not understand what a breakup means? Gross."

Soon, my personal information and my client list were plastered all over the internet. I started receiving all sorts of malicious mail—bloody razor blades, dead rats, and even photoshopped pictures of my face on obscene images.

Someone even found a photo of me talking and clinking glasses with a Silicon Valley investor. There was nothing inappropriate in the picture at all.

However, people started twisting the facts, claiming I was trading sexual favors with Silicon Valley bigwigs for business.

I was trending for so long the platform should have been paying me for ad space. Everywhere I looked, the comment sections were a cesspool of false accusations from trolls.

"With so many big-shot clients, she must be rolling in it! Haha! So glad Caleb broke up with her!"

"So shameless! I wonder how much she charges for a night. No wonder her company gets so much business! If it were me, I'd be a CEO by now! Hahaha!"

Even the smaller companies I worked with took a major hit to their stock prices. Thousands of fans boycotted their products. Some crazy fans even started spreading rumors that my company was evading taxes.

It was the classic playbook for destroying a woman: spread vicious lies, whip the public into a frenzy, and use the sheer force of online hate to push her toward self-destruction.

But I am not the type to go down quietly. I wouldn't let them get away with it. They would answer for every single word they typed.