I caught my 10 month old boyfriend cheating with my sister on messages and did revenge Okay, so this is going to be long, but I need to get this off my chest. My boyfriend, Mark, and my sister, Chloe, are the absolute worst human beings I've ever encountered. I found out about their affair in the most pathetic way – a misplaced phone. I was cleaning up, tidying Mark's side of the bed (because, apparently, he thinks I'm his personal maid, too), when I found his phone under a pillow. It was unlocked. Big mistake, Mark. Huge. There they were, messages galore, littered with pet names and detailed accounts of their clandestine meetings. It wasn't just a one-time thing, either. It was months of them sneaking around, laughing at me behind my back, using me as their little personal convenience store. He’d conveniently ‘forget’ his wallet and I'd always be there to pay, so he could spend that money on Chloe. I'm still furious even typing this. The messages were so sickeningly sweet, detailing their shared fantasies and inside jokes, completely oblivious to the fact that their affair was destroying my life. I felt physically sick. I wanted to scream, to punch something, to disappear. But I didn't. I just kept reading, each message a fresh wound. I took screenshots. Lots and lots of screenshots. After I composed myself – or at least, tried to – I spent the next few hours meticulously planning my revenge. It wasn't some impulsive rage; this was carefully calculated, cold fury. I wasn't going to confront them directly; that would just give them the satisfaction of witnessing my pain. No, my revenge would be far more delicious, far more public. I knew Chloe had a budding career as a social media influencer, desperately clinging to that image of perfection. And Mark? He prided himself on his spotless reputation at work. That's where Reddit came in. I created an anonymous account, and using only the screenshots as evidence, I started to carefully construct my post. I made sure to include all the juicy details - the specific locations, the inside jokes, even the embarrassing nicknames they used. I knew the internet would handle the rest. I posted it on r/relationship_advice, and within hours, it exploded. People were furious, disgusted, and sympathetic all at once. The comments came pouring in - "Karma is a bitch," and "You deserve better". I secretly chuckled, this was good. Very good. By the next morning, the post had gone viral. It was everywhere – Reddit, Twitter, even some news outlets picked up the story. Chloe's influencer career was in shambles. Her carefully crafted image was shattered, replaced by accusations of betrayal and deceit. As for Mark, he was fired from his job. The screenshots I provided as evidence were irrefutable. I watched, anonymous and unseen, as their perfect lives crumbled around them. It wasn't the easy path, it wasn't clean, and honestly, I feel a bit guilty. But watching them reap what they sowed was a grim satisfaction I wouldn't trade for anything. It didn't undo the pain, but it certainly helped. They learned their lesson, hopefully a painful and unforgettable one. I'm moving on now, focusing on healing and rebuilding my life. I’ve deleted the account and will probably never do anything like that again. But honestly? It felt good. Really, really good