Cheaters never prosper, especially in this case. Catching a partner cheating can cause a wave of different emotions, ranging from feeling hurt to angry. How can someone we love and trust so willingly throw that away? How can we make them feel our pain? Through revenge of course. These Quora users share the best ways they got revenge on an unfaithful significant other.
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Surprise, Surprise
“So I had a feeling she was cheating as she set off a lot of red flags. Constantly laughing and smiling when texting, saying it was just her mother when I asked. Needing to stay late every night after work. When I’d call in her co-workers said she left hours ago. When I asked her what was going on she’d laugh it off and say it was just something they did to each other at the office all the time.
The last straw to where I knew something was definitely up was when she went out ‘to get milk’ at 11:30 at night and didn’t come back until 2 in the morning. Now if there are any words of wisdom I can pass on to others in all my years of experience, it’s if you think your significant other is cheating, hire a private investigator. They’re good at what they do and they will get some evidence that really helps in the later divorce.
Fast track to her birthday, several months down the road. Now I know what you’re thinking, why the heck did I wait months before I confronted her and did it really need to be on her birthday? The answer to the first question is I wanted as much evidence as possible to hand off to my lawyer as well as make arrangements to find a new place to live, etc. Answer to your second question is of course it had to be on her birthday. You see after asking her what she wanted to do on her birthday this year she was rather insisted on me going out of town with my friends as she just had to work anyways and didn’t want to be reminded she was aging.
So I know something is up and after finding a bottle of spirits and two glasses hidden in my closet something inside me just snaps. So I do what any sensible man would have done. I leave and go to my friends house pretending like I am going out of town. While there I call up her mother, father, sister and several of her friends. I tell them how I want to give her a big surprise by sneaking into her room with party streamers, kazoos, and a big cake with candles.
I had everyone meet me outside our apartment at 8:30 in the morning. We all pile in the elevator (about 8 of us in total); her mother is holding the cake and I’m reminding everyone to be as quiet as they can be. I put my key in and unlock the door; we all sneak in and make our way down the hall towards the bedroom. Each holding a kazoo and her mom holding the cake grinning from ear to ear.
But the surprise was on us and there was my wife staring at us wide-eyed, getting pounded hard by her lover.
Mom drops the cake, sister screams, father begins to shout. I pretend like I’m horrified to which her friends try to push everyone out while yelling at her. My wife, excuse me, ex-wife is sobbing and screaming how could I while the lover is desperately trying to put his pants on while running out of the place. Needless to say, it was one of the best birthday presents I have ever given.”
Just Doing The Laundry
“I did his laundry. Yup. Laundry.
All the signs were there. Hang up phone calls. This was before caller id, *69, etc. Finally there were blatant remarks about his girlfriend, made to me his wife. Hickies on his neck.
I didn’t say anything. I did his laundry.
And rinsed every pair of tightie whities in a heapin helpin of bleach.
In case you’re not quite realizing what I mean and what it does. I poured the bleach into the rinse water. After the spin cycle, I dried them. They looked clean. They smelled very clean. They were very white. He was pleased with my skills. And, soon, he was too red, raw and swollen in his private region to even think doing the deed. He was probably worried to death he had some terrible STD, she probably broke up with him and ran to get herself checked.
I just stayed and did laundry.
Soon he healed, for a while he behaved. Things were good. Then he stepped out again. I didn’t accuse. I didn’t cry. I didn’t hide in bushes trying to catch him in the act. I did laundry.
Soon his balls were swollen and raw, as was his member. He had a hard, hot, sweaty job and the bleach did a number on him. He and his side piece weren’t having fun anymore. Maybe they were wondering who gave who what. I really don’t think the woman got red or raw, but the shape of HIS private area probably scared them both.
It was a mystery to me, MY private region was fine.
Eventually, he learned he just felt better and was safer at home.
Eventually, I got sick of the game and got a divorce.”
“That Was OUR Dream!”
“My ex-fiance cheated on me exactly a month before the day we were supposed to get married. Initially I was sad, angry and heartbroken. But then I saw the silver lining. This happened before the marriage or having kids. I have heard stories of many men who were destroyed in divorce by their cheating spouse. I thank God it didn’t happen to me. However, I won’t be getting married anymore.
She cheated on me while I was working hard to provide for her unemployed self. She used the ‘you didn’t have any time for me’ excuse. I immediately dropped her and started living for myself. I joined gym and got a newfound love for lifting. Now I’m leaner than ever and fitter than over 95 percent of the people that I meet. I am learning new languages. I started taking guitar lessons. I started my an online business which is growing exponentially. If it continues at this rate, I will have enough money for retirement in just 2 years.
My current girlfriend is younger, smarter and the hottest woman I have ever been with. Met her 4years back. She respects me and never nags. She loves to cook for me and makes effort to spend time with me. She understands my stand on marriage and is okay with not signing a marriage contract (still wants a wedding though).
A month back, we went to Old Trafford to watch a match of my favorite club and posted pictures of it on Instagram. The ex saw those and messaged me an essay about how it was ‘our dream’. She chose to let her dreams be dreams while I worked my butt off to make it a reality. That was when I understood that she was the one who was holding me back in life. I added so much value to her life and she took it for granted. After I dumped her, she got married to the guy who she cheated on me with. He is abusive towards her (that’s what she says. I don’t trust backstabbers).
So the best thing to do against a cheating partner would be to show the world that you are doing even better without them. That would eat them up inside.”
An Assistant To The Revenge
“It wasn’t me or my spouse cheating. It was me helping my neighbor Vin catch/get revenge on his cheating wife Kat.
Kat had told Vin that she was going to the gym then out for coffee with her gym friends. Vin had suspicions she was cheating. So he waited a while after she left then he drove to the gym to see if she was there. Sure enough her car wasn’t there. He knew where to find her. She would be at Fred’s house. Fred was a friend of a friend.
Sure enough, her car is at Fred’s house. Vin was heartbroken and upset. He pulled away. Called me and told me to get dressed as he needs a ride somewhere. He leaves his car, gets in mine, and we drive to Fred’s. He gets out of my car, and takes Kat’s car! Oh my God. I was dying. He drove home. Parked her car in the driveway and waited for the call. That was AMAZING revenge/thinking on his part.
Four hours later Kat calls him crying that her car was stolen from the gym parking lot. He very calmly replies, ‘That’s strange! I’m looking out the window, and your car is in the driveway. And that is a mighty long workout. Shouldn’t you be having coffee with your friends now?’ He hung up.
Busted!
Fred dropped her at the corner and she cried for forgiveness. Vin told her to get out. She left for about a couple of weeks and BEGGED him to take her back. He did. They moved out of state and I lost touch.”
He Certainly Didn’t Stall
“Well, I’m not proud of the way I handled it.
Anne – a total narcissistic self-involved witch that was hot in a trashy way. As my female friends call it ‘trailer park hot’ (when I was younger, I used to have a thing for that).
I’ll make it quick.
It’s Mardi Gras and we’re at the club. Two of my friends walks up and tell me ‘to go to the bathroom and check out a certain stall. BUT… don’t hit the guy, no one wants to go to county tonight.’
Anne is in the men’s bathroom stall going at it with her ex. My friends are right behind me to make sure things don’t get out of hand. I keep my cool and start laughing at the startled couple. However, before they were startled, there was a good 5–7 seconds of mobile phone footage from three different devices shot from above the stall door.
So what happened?
They got uploaded and sent via email (this was before Facebook and Linkedin) to her/his workplace, their parents and friends, and yep… his wife (who would have guessed). As you can guess the fallout was catastrophic. From what I heard, jobs were lost and an embarrassing divorce was initiated (evidently, the guy’s wife didn’t like Anne either).
In hindsight, I could have stopped it but I didn’t.”
Some People Are Really Shellfish
“Not my story but my friend’s.
I’ll call her Shelley to protect privacy. By now everyone has heard the curtain rod story. It’s incredibly petty and pretty much genius but it’s so well known that its doubtful anyone will still fall for it. Apparently Shelley felt the same so when her ex tried to kick her out to move in his side piece, she decided to add a few details.
See Shelley was smart. Her name was on the house too so her ex should have been suspicious when she agreed to move out especially considering she paid most of the bills and was generous with the gifts she gave him. But he was a bit dim and Shelley was very, very petty. How petty exactly? Well while he and his side left for vacation to give her time to move, Shelly packed all the light bulbs. All of them. Even from the fridge. She took all the mirrors, knowing how much her ex just loved the sight of himself. She took the brand-new doors she had just replaced. She packed up the paper towels, the toilet paper, the flushable wipes, the cleaning products and the toothpaste and mouthwash. She packed up all the razors, the shower gels and lotion. She packed up all his left shoes and the shoe strings from the rights. She took all the cords from the game systems, all the games but left the cases. All his newer drawers were packed up and she left his old hole-y stained ones. She cleaned out the fridge and cabinets and left nothing but Ramen and sardines that he had bought for himself. Like I said, she was petty.
Now remember how I mentioned the curtain rod story? On Shelley’s last night there, she invited some friends over for crabs, crab legs, shrimp, and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Yes, after everyone left she put the crab/shrimp shells into a set of curtain rods. She cleaned up nice and neat and took the remainder of the chocolate cake and smeared it on the bathroom walls and left.
Of course when the ex came back she got a few livid phone calls. First it was about the food. Then it was the light bulbs. Next, how dare she leave him with the worn out ratty towels. She did have a great laugh about that. It continued for days until he called her about the curtain rod. He yelled and ranted and she told him he caught her and apologized and told him to just toss them out and he’d be fine.
Again this should have been a red flag. Shelley is petty, remember? Why would she just give this simple solution? Easy. Shelley took that idea and ran with it. Knowing full well that she did most of the cleaning and her ex was, as I said, a bit dim she knew the layout of the house better than he. She knew where all the vents were. He did not. She strategically packed furniture, some that would reveal vents and left some that wouldn’t include the bed they had shared. She hid the seafood scraps IN the vents. She also moved the furniture, poured milk onto the carpet underneath and placed the furniture back in the exact spots they’d been in, knowing he wouldn’t clean under them. Finally, she knew he hated using ceiling fans and only used them as a last resort. She put glitter on the tops of every ceiling fan to rain down as soon as they were cut on so when they finally opened the windows to air the place out, they got glitter bombed.
That was apparently the final straw. The side piece had had enough and left him. He was too ticked off at Shelley to do anything but have a lawyer meet with her to remove his name from the house and Ms Petty Shelley went back to the house, cleaned it up, replaced the carpets, let it air out and sold it for a profit. All’s well that ends well I guess. But that’s just the story according to Shelley.”
Payment With The Same Coin
“Maybe I handled it the wrong way, but when my ex cheated on me, he destroyed me. I was torn. So after a month of continuous crying, I decided to stop crying and I got ready one night and pretended to go out, I actually went and parked at Walmart for 2 hours and talked to my sister on the phone. I got home at midnight, and he was upset because I told him I had met a friend. I gave him his bitter medicine that he gave me.
He cried, screamed, hit the wall, but I felt better, because how he felt that night was what I felt for a whole month, when I was dying of depression and he didn’t care. Eventually, our relationship died and we went our separate ways. I know I will be judged as to how I handled it. But at least I surpassed and survived the devastation that I felt. So to me, payment with the same coin, was the only way I saw to get through it. I am happy now and I love my freedom. No one deserves to be cheated on, specially when you were so good to them.”
She Pulled A “Dear John”
“I was happily married for 14 years when my husband proceeded to claim he found ‘God’ and he now had to confess to cheating on me twice 10 years ago and then said it hasn’t happened since then. I was horrified, the man I thought I was married too had been a cheater and liar, we fought, we went to marriage counseling, and then I decided to forgive him and I fell back in love with him. I thought everything was fine, well it wasn’t.
Little did I know he had gone and started a different affair with another woman, emotional at first but then turned physical, I found out and kicked him out. (Sent pictures of her to all his friends) He came begging me back and promising this and that and even called her to end it or so I thought. A month later I found out he was still talking to her, so I kicked him out again. I started talking to another guy and he found out, asked me about it and I said, ‘Yes I am, what is it to you? We aren’t together anymore.’ (We had been separated almost 2 months).
He proceeded to beg me back and promised this and that again, so I let him move back in (we have 3 kids together) then lie after lie starting coming out. He lied about small things and I would catch him in them. For example, smoking in my car and swore he wasn’t (there was a hole burned in my seat) idiot had to own that lie.
Well after that lie, I decided the best revenge was to give him a shot of his own medicine. I started back talking to the guy I was talking to then. I was in college in my last year of school (I was scared I wouldn’t be able to afford everything alone) so with the advice of a wonderful friend, I decided to stay with him and pretend like nothing was wrong. He said he loved me so much, more than ever before. He thought everything was perfect (as so it seemed) but as soon as I graduated from college, I left him a ‘dear John’ letter, telling him how I truly felt, and that I no longer loved him anymore and I hadn’t since finding out about his third affair back then.
He left for work as normal to a meeting out of town, so I had all my belongings and my kids’ belongings packed up and moved when he arrived home. The only thing left in our home was his stuff along with divorce papers on the bed I left for him to sign, as I didn’t need him anymore and his perfect world was shattered just like mine was. He then felt the pain I did, and I loved every single minute of it. I didn’t go back to him (although he cried and begged over and over again) and I am a very successful happy woman now. To me this was the perfect revenge and I don’t regret one single second of it.”
Social Media Did The Work For Him
“My wife of 8 years cheated on me. Long story short, we got divorced. I was trying to go on a date with a woman when she discovered that my Facebook still said I was married (didn’t go well). So I went in and added a divorce to my timeline. Then I started to worry that I would get inundated with people asking what had happened (my divorce was still fairly new). So, I added a simple explanation ‘She cheated and left.’ to save myself the time. Most our mutual friends already knew, and the people on my Facebook that it would be news to weren’t close to her so it seemed innocent enough….
What I didn’t know is that, since Facebook knew we were married, it would auto tag her in the post, boldly showing it on her wall to all her hyper religious family and friends. She lost contact with a lot of people that day. I didn’t realize it until I got a couple angry texts from her on what would have been our eighth anniversary. At the time I was mortified, though slowly I’ve started to find it really funny.
That said, I wouldn’t recommend it. I would still take it back if I could, even though she did much worse to me (not just the cheating). Still, since it happened I might as well take the opportunity to chuckle.”
How’s It Feel?
“My ex-girlfriend at one point of time was cheating on me with the guy she was buying weed off of. The only way I found out it’s because I stopped giving her some money but she still kept on coming back to the house with weed. Then one day I text her from a fake phone number acting like it was him saying I got my number changed. She replied but when she messed up was when I told her to remind me of what she did last time she came over ‘still acting like him’. She told me and I was sick to my stomach.
My revenge was I told her to go grocery shopping a couple of days later I gave her 30 bucks for gas. When she came back to the house all of what I bring to the relationship was gone. I text her from that fake number and told her, ‘How does it feel to be played?’
Oh and the best part at that time she just lost her job so she had no income. Some people might think I’m mean some people might think I did the right thing. What really matters is what I feel what was the right thing to do.”
Extra Sneaky Over Spaghetti
“After I found out about it, I initially thought I should let it go. The affair was over, and everyone had moved on with their lives. Unfortunately, the aftermath was still with me.
As though this lover was in our house, like a ghost – everything I did was compared to him. Every suggestion coming from my wife’s mouth was like he was advising her. Moreover, it was as though she made it a personal goal to argue about everything – absolutely everything – even when it seemed unreasonable, even irrational to advocate her ideas. The problem here is that she had betrayed me – took sides with someone else – and could not take sides with me again.
I don’t recall her ever taking my side again. She may have found herself on the same side as me, but not because I was on that side. She didn’t know that I knew, or that I had all the evidence I needed. In case you’ve never been a part of this, the cheating spouse’s conscience crushes them and they go hyper-paranoid about everything you do. My wife snarked at me about any and every conversation with a female.
I had a business meeting with my new boos, a female, and a very powerful person in the company. The boss decided for a lunch at an expensive restaurant, and brought her assistant -also a female, to the lunch as a second pair of eyes. I knew what she was doing and I appreciated it – not having a private conversation with a man protected her from gossip.
One of my wife’s friends saw us in the restaurant and took pictures, and got them to her. By the time I got home she was already in DefCon-5 mental state. This would not have been an issue before her affair – in fact – we had a lot of couples as friends before that – but not anymore. Her jealousy became greener every day. But it was her own guilty conscience accusing her – and accusing me.
One day this became intolerable, so I hired an attorney and gave him the evidence. He told me to stand down on all of it so my hands weren’t dirty.
I went to see a counselor and he asked an interesting question – does it bother you that your wife and her lover have ruined your life, and they get off scot-free- all the fun and none the worry?
Indeed – my wife constantly harped about ‘consequences’ – whenever someone does something bad, there are consequences.
Well, what I didn’t know, was that the attorney was already planning the consequence-from-the-underworld.
The evidence landed in the hands of the lover’s wife, and they were divorced by the end of the year. My attorney worked up all the papers for my own divorce and I was ready for that discussion by this time.
I moved out of the house after my attorney filed my intentions to maintain ownership so I would not be blamed for abandoning it.
My last evening in the home, she cooked spaghetti in the kitchen and I waited for all the bustle to settle, and we sat to eat. Keep in mind I don’t like Italian food, but her lover was Italian descent. She learned to cook pasta from him.
After we were done eating, I showed her the photos and other evidence, and the blood ran from her face. I slid the divorce papers across the table. I thought she would faint.”
