After a Breakup

Post-breakup, my ex- boyfriend crafted a 63-slide PPT, leveling accusations against me.

He asserted that I was engaged in a web of multiple romantic entanglements.

He accused me of frittering away his cash, using him for physical intimacy, and betraying his trust.

Yet, once I released our chat transcripts, the online community swiftly saw that he was the one at fault.

Netizens who were following the drama soon realized he was a cheapskate.

A netizen sharply commented, "He even counts the cost of a takeout pizza as a breakup expense?"

Another one chimed in, "Just be a miser until you drop."

1

After the breakup, I went viral.

At the time, I was out eating hot pot with my roommates, celebrating my escape from a miserable relationship.

Then my counselor gave me a call, saying I'd gone viral.

Literally.

Turns out, my ex-boyfriend, Tobias, couldn't stomach being dumped by me.

So, he crafted a 63-slide PowerPoint presentation, explicitly naming me in his accusations.

He alleged that I was involved in multiple relationships simultaneously.

He also labeled me a gold-digger, claiming I'd squandered his money, used him physically, and deceived his feelings.

He said I'd found a wealthier partner in the end.

And then I dumped him without hesitation.

When my roommates and I opened the PowerPoint, which was as long and tedious as a never-ending scroll, they were dumbfounded.

"Rhea, this wasn't a boyfriend-you dated a walking red flag!" one of them exclaimed.

"And he's such a cheapskate! How does this PowerPoint make you, a rich girl, look like someone who dates for material gain?"

Scrolling through the file my counselor had sent, I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

Tobias must be out of his mind. What on earth was all this?

The luxury watch and shoes I bought him? Not a single mention.

But the takeout pizza he ordered for me? That got four whole slides.

And let's not forget the wholesale "jade" beads from a bargain site, the knockoff traditional dresses from an online marketplace, and the cheap knockoff perfume he ordered from a discount site.

Now all of it was immortalized in his PowerPoint.

I felt a wave of dizziness. If this ever got out at one of our elite social gatherings in Juniper Falls, I'd never live it down.

Suddenly, I couldn't even enjoy my hot pot anymore.

Grabbing my bag, I stormed off to the basketball court where Tobias often played. He always chose the court near the busiest dorms, just to show off.

And now, with his PowerPoint gaining traction, the crowd was even bigger.

When I arrived, people recognized me immediately and stepped aside, eager to watch the drama unfold.

Just then, Tobias missed a three-pointer, and the ball rolled to my feet.

Sweat dripping into his eyes, he called out, "Hey, could you grab the ball for me?"

I picked up the ball, smirking, and walked over to him.

He was wiping his sweat with his jersey, deliberately exposing his abs in a desperate attempt to impress the girls watching.

I gave him a once-over.

Then, while he was still rubbing his eyes, I kicked him where it really hurt. "Tobias, how dare you frame me!"

2

Tobias collapsed to the ground, clutching himself in pain.

He looked up, his face contorted. "Rhea, you-"

Before he could finish, I slapped him across the face. "Can't speak properly, huh? Those shoes you're wearing-I bought them for you!"

The crowd, phones out and recording, leaned in closer, eager for more drama.

I sneered. "You didn't say a word when I bought you a watch, but now you're nitpicking over a $15 takeout order? Tobias, you're pathetic."

Humiliated, Tobias scrambled to his feet and grabbed my collar, his face twisted in rage. Before he could lay a hand on me, someone grabbed him by the neck and lifted him clean off the ground.

I looked at my cousin, Kenneth Harris, standing behind Tobias.

Once again, I questioned my sanity for ever dating this loser.

Kenneth, at 6'1", effortlessly held Tobias, who was barely 5'8", in the air.

He glared down at Tobias, his voice cold. "You were about to hit a woman?"

Tobias opened his mouth but stammered like a scared quail, unable to form a coherent sentence.

After all, Kenneth was the captain of the sanda team. Taking him down would be as easy as crushing a chicken.

I smoothed out my wrinkled shirt, shot Tobias a glare, and motioned for Kenneth to drag him into the crowd.

Meanwhile, my roommate had already started recording, her phone aimed squarely at us.

Grabbing Tobias by the collar, I leaned in and spoke slowly, enunciating each word. "I'll ask, and you'll answer. Say one wrong word, and I'll break your bones and send you on a hospital tour."

Terrified of Kenneth looming behind him, Tobias nodded frantically.

I shoved his face toward my roommate's camera. "Tobias, a finance major at Juniper Falls University, Class of 2021, wrote a 63-slide PowerPoint accusing me, Rhea, his ex-girlfriend, of cheating on him. Is that correct?"

Tobias glanced at the camera, tried to resist, but Kenneth slapped him back into submission. He nodded reluctantly.

In front of everyone, I pulled out my phone and opened our chat logs and shopping receipts. "First, you claimed I was juggling three relationships. One was you. The second? My cousin Kenneth, who's standing right behind you. The third? You said we had hotel receipts? Hate to break it to you, but that was my nephew. And let's not forget-I introduced you to both of them during Christmas. How exactly did they become my secret lovers?"

The crowd erupted into laughter. My roommate chimed in sarcastically, "Tobias, do you have a strange obsession with imagining infidelity? Is that why you keep imagining it?"

The laughter grew louder.

Once I cleared up the cheating accusations, I pulled up my shopping receipts and shoved them in front of the camera. "Here's everything you ever bought me during our relationship- takeout pizza, knockoff traditional dresses, fake jade beads, and a pancake breakfast with two eggs that I accidentally charged to your family card."

Having said that, I let out a cold laugh and added, "Right after I bought that, you messaged me on WhatsApp. Called me a pig just for adding two eggs to a pancake when I used your card. Six- fifty! How absurd is that? That's exactly why we broke up."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

3

Tobias, who cared deeply about his image, was now so embarrassed he could've buried his head in his pants.

Kenneth yanked his head up and sneered, "Feeling ashamed now? Where was this shame when you pulled your stunts?"

I crossed my arms and continued exposing him. "This idiot blocked me on Valentine's Day just to avoid buying me a gift. Then, when he heard I was planning to buy him a $1, 500 watch, he unblocked me and begged for forgiveness. For my birthday, he sent me a $7.50 gift and told me to post it on social media to show off."

I rolled my eyes at the camera. "Show off? I'd rather die of embarrassment."

My roommate sighed. "I've seen stingy people, but never one this tight-fisted."

I sneered and said sarcastically, "Oh, but he's not stingy with himself. After we broke up, I found out he loves tipping female streamers. He'll spend $500 on virtual gifts just to hear streamers call him 'big bro' all night."

The crowd roared with laughter.

After finishing my sentence, I grabbed his hair and forced him to look up at the camera. With a mocking smile, I said, "I heard you're pretty skilled at making PowerPoint presentations? Well, thanks to your masterpiece, our school is trending online now."

I glanced at the camera and chuckled. "Don't you love being famous?" Well, this time, I'll help you go viral. I'll even hire some bots to make sure you get the attention you crave."

With that, I delivered a hard kick to his stomach. He let out a pained groan, and his artificially bulked-up muscles seemed to deflate in an instant.

He slumped to the ground, kneeling feebly.

Kenneth tossed him aside in disgust, like flicking away snot, then escorted me out of the basketball court, shielding me.

The onlookers were mostly passionate college students.

When they saw me slap that jerk in the face in public, some busybodies led the way in clapping, and soon, thunderous applause rang out.

In an instant, the applause was deafening.

On the way back to the dorm, my roommates were busy reviewing the video on their phones, while Kenneth frowned and asked me, "Rhea, what did you ever see in someone like that?"

I shrugged, equally baffled. "Who knows? I must've been out of my mind."

I remembered the day I started college, hauling a mountain of luggage with me.

Tobias had volunteered to help, showering me with attention and kindness.

He even added me on social media and shared a bunch of easy class materials.

I wasn't naïve, but after eighteen years of being single, his passionate pursuit wore me down.

Eventually, I agreed to date him.

Looking back now, I wish I could travel through time and slap some sense into myself.

If only I hadn't insisted the driver stay outside the campus gates, Tobias wouldn't have helped me carry my luggage, and I wouldn't have ended up with him-let alone suffer public humiliation online for the whole nation to see.

4

Fortunately, Tobias didn't know much about my family background.

He only knew I had a bit of money, so breaking up with me wasn't a big deal.

In his mind, he was handsome enough to attract plenty of girls chasing after him.

Honestly, I couldn't blame him for thinking that way-he did have some looks, after all.

Tobias had carved out a niche for himself as a provocative streamer on TikTok.

He'd buy cheap white shirts online and post suggestive videos, occasionally showing off his chest and pumped-up muscles to lure in young girls.

A few seconds of video couldn't reveal his greasy personality, so he managed to gain a decent following.

But recently, his beloved influencer girlfriend was in a heated PK battle with another streamer. The rival streamer kept provoking her, calling Tobias a "skinny weakling" with no real abilities, unable to even send a high-end virtual gift.

Driven by his wounded male pride, Tobias splashed out on the most expensive virtual gift right away to prove himself.

Well, he managed to save face, but his bank account took a huge hit.

When fans begged him to livestream, he glanced at his influencer girlfriend and reluctantly agreed.

The basketball court was right across from our dorm.

Standing on the balcony of my dormitory, I watched Tobias lying on the basketball court for a while.

He slowly got to his feet only after most of the onlookers had dispersed.

A sarcastic smile tugged at my lips.

Earlier, Tobias had boasted on his social media about hosting a livestream tonight.

Even after being beaten up like that, he still seemed determined to go through with it.

Half an hour later, I figured he'd returned to his dorm.

I sat down at my desk, opened TikTok, and clicked on Tobias's account.

Sure enough, he had already started his performance.

Tobias, who had a background in sports, was doing his best to highlight his "unique charm."

He was dressed in a white tank top under a hoodie, paired with loose-fitting gray sweatpants and a pair of limited-edition Air Jordans.

Watching his overly confident demeanor, I could tell he thought he was the most attractive man on the platform.

His fans seemed to eat it up, and the comments exploded-"Wow, you're so handsome! And the video isn't even edited!"

"Yeah, totally! His body is amazing!"

Seeing these comments, Tobias's vanity soared.

He smiled smugly, ran his hand through his gelled hair, and said, "Oh? You think so? Want to see my big muscles?"

Before the comments could respond, he flexed his arm, sucked in his stomach, and strained to show off what little muscle he had left.

But the audience's attention had already shifted elsewhere, and the comments took a sharp turn, "Why doesn't this guy take care of his armpits? Is that a jungle under there?"

"Ew, so greasy. I can't stand this."

"Do you like my big muscles?" accompanied by a loopy pout emoji.

"Haha, what's going on in the comments? This is hilarious!"

By the time Tobias finished his display, the comments had completely derailed, filled with mockery.

Furious and embarrassed, he glared at the screen and muttered, "I'm a man. Why would I shave my armpits? That's something women do."

He then started kicking out every commenter who had mocked him, one by one.

Only after restoring silence in the chat did he calm down, pulling up his hoodie and leaning on his arms to read the remaining comments.

"Your abs are so hot! You're oozing testosterone!"

Satisfied, Tobias leaned back in front of the camera, spreading his legs wide and positioning himself suggestively. He lifted his shirt and said, "I've been training a lot lately. My six-pack abs have turned into an eight-pack."

Amid the shrieks of his fans, he smugly pulled his shirt back down, took a sip of water, and smiled.

Tobias continued his livestream until 11 p.m., showcasing his height as the final act.

But then, the comments took another unexpected turn, "Wait a minute-isn't this the guy who wrote a 63-page rant in PowerPoint form to trash his ex? And now he's a provocative streamer?"

The infamous "63-page rant in PowerPoint form" had recently gone viral, drawing widespread attention. The chat erupted with questions- "Are you sure? Don't accuse him without proof!"

"Why would I lie? I'm not getting paid for this. His face matches the guy in the video perfectly. Look at him-he's barely taller than the doorframe. A short guy, just like in the video."

Someone dropped a link to my latest video and promptly left.

The audience followed the link and found my confrontation video.

In it, I grabbed Tobias's hair and forced him to confirm the truth on camera.

He sat there like a scolded puppy, head bowed and silent, a far cry from his cocky livestream persona.

The comments under my video were equally entertaining, "Haha, this guy's still livestreaming, asking if we like his big muscles."

"Yeah, I told him to take care of his armpits, and he kicked me out of the chat in a rage."

"Seriously, who has a jungle under their arm? Tobias, is that you?"

"Ladies, I'm cracking up! Adding two eggs to a pancake nearly killed him. Hahaha."

"Two-egg guy's livestream link, please?"

Gossip is human nature, especially at Juniper Falls University, one of the nation's top universities.

Even just for the university's reputation, this 63-slide PowerPoint gossip was too tempting to resist.

Within half an hour of my video going live, public opinion shifted in my favor.

Tobias, who had painted himself as the innocent victim, was quickly exposed.

Not only did the confrontation video clarify the situation, but his classmates also began sharing more dirt about him.

Within thirty minutes of the confrontation video going live, Tobias's live-streaming room was immediately flooded.

Many people clicked the links in the comment section and entered the live-stream room, where the chat was flooded with sarcastic remarks.

Viewers barely left a couple of sarcastic comments before Tobias, who was already easily rattled, lost his composure all over again.