There’s no greater slap in the face than being cheated on, but what’s even sweeter is the revenge one can inflict if performed smoothly. These folks reveal how they got one over on their cheater.
Laundry Is The Best Revenge.
“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 GF, made to me his wife. Hickies on his neck.
I didn’t say anything. I did his laundry.
And I rinsed every pair of tightie whities in a heaping helping 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 privates to even think of doing the deed. He was probably worried that 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, and 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.”
What A Plan! I Wonder What Became Of Them.
“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 and 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 was at Fred’s house. Vin was heartbroken and ticked off. 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.
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.”
Thanks For Nothing.
“My best revenge was to meet my now wife of 35 years a week after I told my first serious girlfriend to have a good life. See before I met my ex I had a few girlfriends but nothing serious. I was what a lot of people called a dog. But I was a dog that told the truth. I never told one of the many, many girls I dated I loved them or that I was going to marry them. In fact, it was just the opposite I always told them up front I’m just here for a good time as a song goes. It worked for me as many a girl said that I was a challenge that they were willing to take. I would just smile and nod my head. I was a young single E5 in Germany for two years and for my first six months in Hawaii, I was having fun with a capital F.
Fast forward I meet this girl in Hawaii. We hit it off. She was a former model and had everything going for her. She was gorgeous, smart (or so I thought), funny, and the total package. After about a month or so I told her that I was developing feelings for her and I was willing to take a chance, on being just a one-woman guy. She was pretty happy too and said she wanted to be just with me. Later on, we’d even talk of a ring and possibly make plans for the next year.
Now we were together for about six months. She said she had never felt this way about anyone, and I said in my mind and to married friends, ‘Wow this is how it really supposed to be right?’ That is until she had to go home (Utah) for a family emergency. I called her one day and a boy (old flame) answered the phone. I heard the shower running, and I then heard her say to the boy, ‘That was amazing, let’s just skip going out for dinner and stay in for dessert.’
I had heard this same line before from her when we were dating or together and I knew exactly what dessert meant. I told the guy, ‘Hey dude have a good time and tell her that Alan said to have a great life.’
I of course was ticked off. I later heard that the shower incident happened after a lot of drinking was involved, but really it does not matter to me.
Not even a good week later, I met my now wife of 35 years. It was her first day in Hawaii as an operating room Tech in the Army. We met because I had sworn off girls (all my soldiers laughed when I said this) and I was actually playing basketball in the middle of the quadrangle where the barracks were. At that time replacement for the 25th Infantry or where new soldiers come into an Army post was located in the same barracks. Two months later we were married and before our first anniversary, we had our first kid. It was more than nine months as I know some of you were thinking we had to get married but we didn’t. Ha!
Now for the Revenge part kinda sorta maybe. Not long after my now-wife and I started dating I was pulling CQ or charge of quarters when all of a sudden my ex-girlfriend shows up. She was crying, telling me how she messed up her life worse than anything she’s ever imagined, and how she would do anything to get me back. I listened quietly, then said you did mess up but you know what it really turned out okay for me.
I thanked her for taking that shower and then I said as a gentleman I’m going to walk you back out to your car. We stopped at the soda machine because she said she was thirsty. She then asked me if I was sleeping with her. I said, ‘No.’
She then kinda smiled. Then I said, ‘No I’ve made love to her.’
The Best Revenge Is Living Well.
“I actually have one of these. Buckle up this might take a while.
So back in my senior high school, I dated my very first girlfriend, we’ll call her Elisa. I played football in high school, yes that is important to the story. We were both Catholic and went to the same church (basically means neither of us could fool around until marriage, whatever, I was just happy to have a GF). She was a bit shorter than me and everyone said we made a cute couple. I took her to homecoming in the fall, we went on dates, you know, typical couple stuff.
Anyway, we’ve been dating for about five months when prom rolls around. I bring it up like a month before in like February and she says she doesn’t want to go, she had fun at homecoming but she thinks prom will be lame. (To be fair I heard it was). I think whatever, I’ll pick up overtime at my job and make some extra money and we can go out the next week or something, I’m not a fan of dances anyway.
Prom night rolls around and I’m on my break at work when she calls me (In hindsight I think she was trying to leave me a voicemail knowing I never check those). She nervously tells me that her friend’s date bailed and she had an extra ticket and she wanted to go with her. I say sure, who am I to tell my girlfriend she can’t go to her senior prom? So she goes and has a good time with her friend, shows me some pictures and I think nothing of it.
Fast forward to our graduation week, she crashes her car and it takes a week to fix. Me being the nice guy that I am, I volunteered to drive her around to all the places she needs to be to turn in paperwork and stuff to graduate (We all had to do this, she just waited until the last minute). Little did I know, I dropped off at some guy’s house a few times over the week, thinking it was her friend’s house.
Anyway, we graduate and have a good time, and about a week into summer, at work, I get a text from a friend that goes to our rival school, saying I should see some pictures. He sends me over 15 pictures of her bumping uglies with some other guy! And the pictures basically showed how she had been cheating on me since prom, as the first one was from that night and had the dress she wore in the background (Also all the photos were time-stamped).
Now this guy I actually knew, was on the rival football team from that school (we beat them in the season) and I’m assuming he was gonna send me the pictures himself of him messing with my GF to get back at me.
To say I was absolutely outraged was an understatement. I trusted her. So I basically send her a text with one of the pictures that have her head cropped out, and ask if this is her, just to give her a chance to come clean. She doesn’t, so I told her it was over and blocked her. I saved the photos onto a flash drive and erased them from my phone, and then hid the flash drive just in case.”
She calls me from so many different phones in the next two weeks, I’m not even sure how she got that many. But the final straw was when she snuck into my house at like 2 in the morning to try to talk to me. I took pictures of her in my room and threatened to call the cops, so she ran.
The next morning I sent all the pictures to her parents of her cheating and breaking into my house (they didn’t really know what happened yet). Oh my gosh, the fallout was unimaginably satisfying.
Her parents basically disowned her and refused to pay for her college, the other guy dumped her, and our church hates her (she can’t really be kicked out but she just gets dirty looks now all the time.
So now, I’m at college all safe and sound, working for a degree I enjoy, while she is dating the local dealer and actually got fired from McDonald’s in my neighborhood.
She actually tried to contact me and say she wanted me back about a month into college, but I literally just asked her what she had to offer. She didn’t have a job, I didn’t want to hook up and she wasn’t even going to school, so why should I date her? She just cried, I hung up and laughed until I cried with my roommate and everyone lived happily ever after.
Well, except for her.”
Her Mom Was On His Side.
“This is the story of my college buddy’s revenge on his cheating girlfriend of two years. He found out that she was cheating on him and he was literally crying in his car for a few days — he was planning on marriage and kids and the white picket fence with her. He didn’t tell her he knew, he told her that he was going to his parent’s house for a few days to help them with some repairs. Instead, he hung out with us and cried, literally cried in front of his buddies, for a couple of days, we helped him get out of it. He sobered up and told us how he was going to destroy her and I didn’t even understand it at the time. But he was headed to a famous law school and was thinking way ahead of us.
He drove to his girlfriend’s mother’s house, over an hour outside of town, with her items from his apartment nicely boxed up, and said he wanted to leave them there. GF’s mom and he had met several times, he had gone to their Thanksgiving, etc. GF’s mom was like, ‘OK, but why?’ Not suspecting anything was wrong. And he said something brief like, ‘I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again, but I needed to get this box back to her. But thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.’
GF’s mom is stunned and tries to ask why and what and everything but my friend just starts crying (I don’t think intentionally) and runs off and drives away. He never broke up with the GF — never even contacted her — she heard about it from her mom, who called her immediately, and he received confused and angry texts from the now-ex on his drive home. A little while later (at least a couple of weeks) he gets an email from the GF’s mom, I don’t remember the specifics, but it was not ‘I apologize for my daughter’ but more like ‘I hope you find a woman who loves you unconditionally’ or something to that effect. He responded with something like ‘Thanks, your note means a lot to me.’ — nothing negative.
The dude is now an up-and-coming lawyer, and still gets texts from the ex saying that she constantly hears from her mom how she ruined it with the one good guy she had and how she doesn’t deserve to be happy. A friend has never responded to one text and blocked her from FB. Of course, this was all 100% planned – my friend wanted the hurt to come from someone who would stay in his ex’s life, not from someone who would be quickly forgotten. He deliberately created a rift in the closest relationship that two women can have. And all in a friendly 60-second conversation with no harsh words or accusations.”
Sweet, Perfect Revenge.
“I was happily married for 14 years when my husband proceeded to claim he found ‘God’ and now had to confess to cheating on me twice, ten years ago, and said it hasn’t happened since. I was horrified; the man I thought I was married to had been a cheater and a liar. We fought, we went to marriage counseling, and I decided to forgive him and fell back in love with him.
I thought everything was fine. Well, it wasn’t. Little did I know he’d gone and started a different affair with another woman, emotional at first but then turned physical. I found out and kicked him out. 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 and asked me about it and I said, ‘Yes I am, what is it to you? We aren’t together anymore.’
We had been separated for almost 2 months. He proceeded to beg me back and promised this and that again, so I let him move back in. We have three kids together. Then, lie after lie starts coming out. He lied about small things and I would catch him in them; for example, smoking in my car and swearing he wasn’t. There was a hole burned in my seat. The idiot had to own that lie.
Well, after that lie I decided the best revenge was to give him a shot at his own medicine. I started back talking to the guy I was talking to before. I was in my last year of college and 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 college, I left him a ‘Dear John’ letter telling him how I truly felt: that I no longer loved him, and hadn’t since found out about his third affair.
He left for a work meeting out of town as normal, and I had all my belongings and my kids belongings packed up and moved out when he arrived home. The only things left in our home were his stuff and the divorce papers I left on the bed 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 and happy woman now. To me, this was perfect revenge, and I don’t regret one single second of it.”
She Just Wanted To Get Even.
“Yes. I am revenge cheating as we speak. But I don’t consider it actual cheating because I told my husband exactly where I stand and that I’m seeing others. My story below if interested:
I found out just last fall that my husband physically cheated on me with another woman a month before we got engaged. I was transparent with him the entire time we dated: Told him I hated cheaters and cheating, told him if he ever felt unhappy or unfulfilled to let me know, and if he wanted to leave there would be no hard feelings. Yeah. I couldn’t have been any clarity on where I stood.
Well, that wasn’t enough for him. He cheated and got the woman pregnant who aborted it. Distraught isn’t even the word I felt. To make matters worse, when I found out about the cheating I was a month into my pregnancy with our son, our first child. I was even more enraged and upset due to the hormones. I went crazy. I threw things. I was suicidal. I immediately demanded a divorce. He refused to sign the papers, saying I was the only one for him, it was a mistake, and it would never happen again…. you know the drill.
I couldn’t afford the lawyers for a contested divorce, and in my state they make the couple stay married but separate for a year before a divorce can be considered (I wasn’t leaving the house and he also refused) so I’m stuck with him. People gaslit me saying I should think twice, think about our son. I said our son would be better off without a cheater as a father. People gaslit me again saying pregnancy/postpartum was making me emotional. Yeah, such wonderful people in my life.
I believed they were right initially, that maybe my son would be happier having both parents but I knew that was also wrong because I felt nothing but rage for my husband. We got into so many arguments, he got angry because I was angry. He made me feel like trash and tried to make me feel bad for being rightfully angry with him. I called him out by his name, in my mind he deserved it. It was just further proof that the relationship was over and our son didn’t deserve to grow up in a household like that. But I held on, and decided to ‘wait until our son was born.’
At that time I had to do a lot of self-healing all by myself. Thanks to Covid there were no available therapists to help me because everyone was depressed from being stuck in the house for a year and losing loved ones. I had some good friends and family to help assure me I wasn’t at fault and that I was a strong woman but they weren’t therapists who could actually help me get through and guide me with coping. In my self-healing I came to a realization:
His getting physical with another woman and impregnating her the way he impregnated me, his wife, disgusted me but that wasn’t the only thing that bothered me. I was 100% loyal to him and he couldn’t offer me loyalty back, something so basic and easy to offer. It enraged me that he had ‘fun’ on my time. I would have had more respect for him if he just had the balls to tell me he couldn’t do the relationship anymore. I gave him so much during our relationship, far more than he did and he said that himself. I was willing to give that man everything and he threw it all away for what he described as an awful 1-minute stand. I was completely out of love with this man, not even remotely attracted anymore. As I said, I hate cheaters. Cheating is a deal breaker. So I knew what was bothering me but couldn’t find healthy ways to cope no matter how I tried or who I turned to.
I ultimately decided I wanted to get even, not just for revenge’s sake but for balance. I felt that our relationship was unbalanced – I gave and he took. It felt so unfair that I gave everything yet I was made to feel like trash, like garbage. Unwanted. I needed to ‘take’ too. About a month ago I opened a Tinder and immediately got 100+ pings in hours. I felt beautiful, wanted, and validated.
My friends and family assured me, but since they’re my friends and family of course they’d support me- I wanted assurance from outsiders and I got it. It was then and there that I decided, he had fun on my time and refuses to leave me alone, he won’t stop me from having my fun now. In fact, I told my husband about the Tinder account and told him that I decided to date again.
He protested but I reminded him that he was the one who cheated. By cheating, he was the one who opened our relationship up to outsiders, and I would have never felt any of this had he just stayed loyal to me in the first place. He turned our monogamous relationship into a one-sided open relationship, I just decided to open it up all the way. I said if he hates it so much then grant me the divorce.
He again refused the divorce but agreed to open up the relationship and blamed himself for all this and said he refused to have another relationship. I don’t buy that for a second but whatever, so far he is staying out of my way. He says he’d like for us to start over, I’ll think about it after I have my fun. I told him we are starting completely over, he has to win me over me all over again.
As I said, I don’t even consider what I’m doing as revenge ‘cheating’. And honestly, it’s not even revenged at this point. It began that way but now it’s completely about restoring balance to our marriage. And that’s what I’ve decided to label it as, as a justified opened-up relationship meant to restore balance not ‘revenge cheating.’ He devastated me and destroyed me emotionally at the absolute worst time, while I was pregnant and emotionally vulnerable.
I am now rebuilding myself again and I love it. I honestly don’t even have to go all the way and get physical with someone, I’m keeping it to casual dating so far and I feel so liberated from my downward spiral. If any other cheating victims are feeling so devastated that they don’t know what to do, first try to leave and if the person refuses make them understand that you are going to do you regardless. No matter what anyone says about choosing this path you have to do what’s best for you and if this could be what you need to feel liberated again then do it. It’s way better than constantly fighting with the cheater or feeling beat down and suicidal.”