Get Back at My Ex-Boyfriend

My boyfriend, Davy Mullins, didn't care about my birthday and bought me a cheap cake made with margarine. He even wanted to share it with the woman he was cheating on me with.

He said, "Good women don't need my money, my rides, or any fancy gifts at all!"

He was right. So a good woman didn't need him either.

So I blocked him angrily after being a devoted pushover for many years.

And I decided I'd get back everything he owed me. ---

1

We had been dating for two years. Last year, he forgot my birthday and didn't do anything about it.

I thought we hadn't been dating for long at the time, so I let it go.

When he still hadn't said anything as my birthday approached this year, I called him. "Davy, do you know what day it is today?"

His assistant, Rosa Lloyd, answered the phone. "Sorry, my boss is seeing a patient right now. He's a bit busy today, but I'll let him know."

Later, after he finished work, he sent me a message apologizing, but he still didn't mention celebrating my birthday.

So I said, "Why don't you buy me a cake? We can celebrate my birthday together."

Without a second thought, he sent me a screenshot of a delivery order. He bought a four-inch non-dairy cream cake priced at 78 dollars.

But I'd always had three-tier cakes with expensive dairy cream for my birthdays before.

I said, "Can you switch it to one with dairy cream? I'm not used to margarine."

After placing the order, he told me to go to his dental clinic, where we could celebrate my birthday. "I've got patients later, so I can only spare you a little time."

I thought that when I got there, there'd at least be something else to eat besides the tiny cake.

But I was wrong.

I was a bit disappointed, but then I reminded myself that Davy might have different ideas about birthdays. My best friend once said, "I can make myself happy every day. So I don't need to single out one day to reward myself."

It was good enough for Davy to make time for my birthday despite his busy schedule.

When we were cutting the cake, Rosa stood by the door. She was practically drooling.

Davy waved her over. "Since you want it so much, come and join us."

Rosa glanced at me to gauge my reaction.

Before I could say anything, Davy said, "The birthday girl won't mind. Rosa worked hard helping me today. And an extra blessing can't hurt, right?"

I nodded.

2

The next day, my best friend asked me to go to her place and pick up my birthday gift. It was worth over 10, 000 dollars.

We lounged on her couch and chatted with her. "What's going on with you, Adele? Did Davy annoy you again?"

I tried to defend Davy. "Not really. He's just been too busy."

Adele patted me on the head. "I'm busy, too! My company just went public, and I still made time to hang out with you for hours."

She grabbed the expensive belt next to me. "Wow, you're even buying him an expensive gift on your birthday?"

I thought Davy didn't give me a great birthday, but he did make time for me. The belt was my way of thanking him.

Before I could respond, my phone lit up. It was a forwarded video from Davy.

The video said, "Good women don't need men's money, men's rides, or men's fancy gifts. They don't need men at all."

I froze, and an indescribable feeling washed over me.

My friend let out a cold laugh. "Are you still planning to give him that belt?"

Yesterday, he told me he'd been so busy lately that he barely had time to reply to my messages.

But when we celebrated my birthday, there were nearly no visitors in his clinic.

And Davy only ever played with his phone when he had nothing to do.

Thinking back on everything, I realized that he probably never really loved me.

His so-called busy schedule was just an excuse to brush me off.

The social app chat window showed that he'd read my message, but he didn't reply.

I blocked him on everything.

3

I still remembered how Davy and I met.

My father had assigned me to work at one of his branch offices, so I rented an apartment nearby.

At that time, I had a terrible toothache, and the only dental clinic nearby was Davy's.

I like the scene where he treated me. His strikingly thick lashes caught my attention.

In his white coat, he looked so handsome that I was smitten.

I guessed I was one of those people you heard from the Internet who fell for her drill sergeant during boot camp, her hairstylist during a haircut, or her doctor during a checkup.

Now I fell for the dentist.

Back then, my friend warned me. "It's fine for you to have fun, but don't fall in love with him. He always has women around him."

She told me to keep my background a secret and not spend much money on him so that Davy didn't know I was rich.

So I never told him I was a deputy director at my company, and he always thought I was just a regular office employee.

Even so, I helped him out in countless ways, both openly and behind the scenes.

My father's company was in the pharmaceutical business, and I handled some of the partnerships.

Davy ran his clinic on his own, and sometimes it was hard for him to get certain medications, or the prices were too high. I had stepped in and helped him out with an excuse. "Our director has been working with these suppliers recently. I can give you their contact information so you can negotiate with them."

In fact, I had already arranged everything with the suppliers and asked them to sell the medication to Davy at the same price they sold to us.

When his clinic wasn't getting enough patients, I even paid for advertisements at bus stops and transit stations to promote it. I had spent a lot of money on it.

I lied to him, saying, "The ad company's running a promotion. Lucky you."

I did everything willingly and without regret.

He used to treat me so well. When did things start to change?

Maybe it was during New Year's Day last year. He was tipsy and held my hand in the car. He asked, "Baby, we've been dating for a year. When will you give yourself to me?"

I took my hand back. It wasn't the first time he'd asked me that question. "I've told you before that I don't accept premarital sex."

Every time I said so, he'd get upset, and I'd have to coax him. "It's okay! Just marry me sooner, and it won't be a problem!"

So he would ignore me for a few days. He said he needed to cool off.

The real turning point came on Valentine's Day. He deceived me into going to a hotel room under the pretense that he had caught a cold and had a fever and a headache.

Then he forcibly took off my clothes and tried to have sex with me.

In the end, he only stopped when I warned him that if he went through with it, I'd make sure he ended up in jail.

Since then, he had been incredibly busy with work.

4

Just a few days after we broke up, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. The moment I picked up, I heard Davy's voice. "Adele, what do you mean by doing this? It's okay that we broke up, but did you really have to get those companies to cut ties with me? You are burning bridges, huh? I just told you not to be so materialistic, but you decided to break up with me. Don't come crawling back to me! I'll be better off without you."

It was one of the rare moments I'd heard him so flustered and furious.

I didn't bother to argue with him, so I hung up the phone.

I glanced at the expensive men's belt in my hand and casually tossed it to my assistant. "It's yours."

He looked at me with gratitude in his eyes.

It didn't take long for me to realize that Davy wasn't doing well without me.

One day, while I was out on a break, I went out and happened to see a commotion outside Davy's clinic. Some people had gathered there and shouted angrily.

"Incompetent dentist! You caused someone to die. You have to pay for it! My son was so young! How am I supposed to go on?" The man leading the group swung an iron rod and smashed it against the tightly shut glass door. Davy's angry voice was heard from inside. "Stop smashing my door! I'll come out!"

Amid their heated argument, I pieced together what had happened. During surgery on a child, a cotton ball had blocked the child's airway. They failed to take timely action, and the child tragically passed away.

Faced with so many people's fury, Davy was visibly shaken. "The child is already gone. What do you expect me to do?"

"I've consulted a lawyer," the man with the iron rod said coldly. "If you don't want to spend three years in jail, you can settle this matter privately by paying us seventy thousand dollars in compensation."

Davy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you insane? How can you ask for so much money? Why don't you just rob a bank?"

That man said, "Then you can go to jail."

Suddenly, Davy spotted me. "What are you doing here? Are you trying to get back together with me? If you help me pay them off, I might consider it."

I laughed. "Keep dreaming!"

Before he could respond, one of the men grabbed him by the collar and punched him hard in the face.

I slipped away amidst the chaos. Seeing my ex-boyfriend in such a pitiful state, I would push him further, of course.

I compiled a list of the malpractice incidents at his clinic, including his gross negligence and malpractice that caused a child's death.

Then I printed thousands of flyers and hired some people to distribute them all over town.

It wasn't long before I heard that his clinic had been forced to shut down.

I had dated him for so long and knew his family wasn't rich. They had already gone into debt to support his education and open the clinic.

The money he'd earned over the years had been used to pay off those debts. Now he had caused a death, and he was surely unwilling to go to jail. So he'd have no choice but to shoulder this new debt.

Without me, he was doing so poorly. I couldn't resist passing by his clinic every time I went out, just to see how miserable he looked.

And sure enough, I saw that again.

I was working late at the office when I received a call from an unfamiliar number.

"Adele, I'm giving you one last chance to get back together with me. Come and pick me up from the police station. I can't get a cab back." Davy's tone was commanding. He seemed to take me as his lackey.

Previously, he'd always bossed me around when he knew I loved him. Now that I didn't care about him anymore, he was nothing but trash to me.

I was curious about what trouble he'd gotten himself into again and why he had ended up at the police station, but I wouldn't go and meet him just because I was curious.

However, just after I hung up, I received another call.

I seemed to have to go to the police station that day.

After a half-hour drive, I arrived at the police station. As soon as I walked in, Davy's eyes lit up. He gave a smug grin and said, "Oh, you were so tough on the phone, but here you are now. I knew you couldn't stop loving me."

At that moment, another man stepped past him and walked over to me. "You've got it wrong. She's here for me."

5

"What? You know each other? Adele's here to pick me up!" Davy's face darkened visibly.

I gave him an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, I'm actually here for Mr. Andrus."

Two minutes after I'd hung up on Davy, I received a call from Stan Andrus. "Miss Nolan, I hope you can come to pick me up from the police station. I couldn't get a cab at such a late hour."

He explained that he'd seen a jerk hitting a woman earlier that day. He couldn't stand it and stepped in to help the woman. Later, he had a fight with that jerk. Both of them ended up being taken to the police station.

Who was Stan?

He was a client of mine and came to visit me from another place. He didn't know anyone else there and had to call me.

I didn't spare Davy another glance. After handling the paperwork with the police officers, I left with Stan.

Just as I was about to step out the door, Davy grabbed my wrist and said, "Maybe my tone wasn't good on the phone earlier. I apologize to you now. But even if you're mad at me, you can't just leave me here. I'm giving you an out, and you'd better take it." I frowned and shook off his hand. His touch now only disgusted me.

"I don't need an out." With that, I walked away with Stan.

In the car, Stan kept thanking me. "Thank goodness you were here. Otherwise, I'd have been stuck at the police station for the whole night with that idiot."

I couldn't help but laugh. "So the idiot you mentioned was him. To be honest, he's my ex-boyfriend."

Stan's eyes widened. "Miss Nolan, you're young, accomplished, and beautiful. How did you ever fall for him?"

He saw me not respond and quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, thank you again for what you did this evening."

To show his gratitude, he told me that a few pharmaceutical company executives would be gathering in a few days. "They're all friends of mine. If you're interested, I can introduce you to them."

He sent me their profiles so that I could familiarize myself with them over the next few days.

Before I went to bed that day, I couldn't resist unblocking Davy's number.

I didn't miss him and was just curious about how miserable he was.

The moment I unblocked him, I received a message from him. "Don't get too cocky. I will get a high-paying job soon. You'll beg me then."

I glanced at it and didn't bother replying to him.

I was curious about the "high-paying job" he'd landed. But somehow, I always managed to ruin his good plans.

"So sorry, Davy. It looks like your big break isn't happening," I thought.