Hi, I’m Nikki, and I’ve got a story to share about how karma sometimes needs a little help. When I spotted my ex-fiancé, Mark, at a high-end restaurant with another woman, I knew it was my chance to turn a regular night into an unforgettable moment of revenge.
Five years ago, Mark broke off our engagement, telling me I “wasn’t good enough” after he got promoted. He wanted someone “more sophisticated.” It stung, but I eventually moved on.
Then, last Saturday happened. At 35, single and living my best life, I saw Mark dining at a new, popular restaurant. I couldn’t resist having a little fun. I sent over a bottle of champagne with a note that read: “To Mark, who always settles for second best.” His face went crimson, while his date looked completely lost. It was golden.
But I didn’t stop there. I knew Mark had a food allergy, so I sent over an appetizer he couldn’t eat with another note: “Just a reminder of what you can’t have.” Watching him try to explain it to his increasingly irritated date was priceless.