When Paul finally became a father after years of infertility struggles, he was overjoyed. But when he noticed something off about his newborn daughter, a chilling realization set in. This wasn’t the baby he’d held earlier that day. What happened next unraveled secrets that would change his life forever.
From the moment I married Tina, I dreamed of building a family. We had a home filled with love, and a future brimming with hope, but one thing was missing. A baby. Our baby.
The journey to becoming parents was long and painful, but nothing could have prepared me for the shock that came after our daughter’s birth.
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Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of being a dad. I’d always imagined the joy of holding my child for the first time, of teaching them to ride a bike, or tucking them in at night.
When I married Tina at 25, I thought those dreams would come true quickly. We had a loving marriage and a beautiful life, but as the years passed, the one thing we both wanted most remained just out of reach.
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We tried everything. From carefully timed schedules to consulting fertility specialists, every effort was met with heart-wrenching disappointment.
One evening, Tina emerged from the bathroom with tears streaming down her face. She was holding another negative pregnancy test.
“It’s not fair, Paul,” she said. “All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom. Why can’t I just have this one thing?”
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I wrapped my arms around her, trying to offer comfort when I had none for myself.
“I know it’s hard, Tina. I feel it too,” I whispered. “But maybe… maybe we should consider adoption. There are so many kids who need a loving family. We could—”
“No,” she cut me off sharply, pulling away. “I don’t want someone else’s child. I want our child, Paul. I know it’ll happen. We just have to keep trying.”
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Her determination was unwavering, and I wanted to believe her.
But deep down, I was terrified. Terrified that we’d never get there, that this unfulfilled dream would become a weight too heavy for us to carry together.
Soon, our lives started to revolve around the quest for parenthood. Everything else including work, friends, and hobbies had faded into the background.
I was consumed by worry for Tina, who seemed to carry the burden of our struggle more heavily than I did.
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My friends, noticing my growing stress, insisted on dragging me away for a weekend getaway. Reluctantly, I agreed, hoping the break would give me a chance to clear my head.
But even as I sat around the campfire with them, laughing and telling stories, my thoughts were with Tina. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was letting her down by being away.
Months passed, and life continued in a haze of hope and disappointment. But then, one chilly January morning, everything changed.
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I was in the kitchen making coffee when Tina appeared. She had this glow of excitement on her face that I hadn’t seen in years.
She held up a small white stick, her hands shaking.
“I’m pregnant, Paul!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy. “I’m finally pregnant!”
For a moment, I was speechless. I blinked at the test in her hand, not daring to believe it.
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Then, I pulled her into a hug as I realized what was happening.
“We’re going to be parents,” I whispered. “We’re really going to be parents.”
In that moment, the years of heartache melted away. It felt like the beginning of a new chapter. A chapter filled with hope, love, and the family we’d always dreamed of.
Little did I know, the real challenges were just beginning.
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We spent the following weeks preparing for our baby girl, Alice. We bought a cute crib and so many other things to ensure Alice would feel comfortable.
Honestly, Tina’s pregnancy brought us closer together in ways I hadn’t imagined. I made it my mission to take care of her, ensuring she had everything she needed.
I went to every doctor’s appointment, brought her prenatal vitamins, and cooked all her favorite meals.
But every now and then, I’d catch Tina sitting by the window, her gaze distant.
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“Are you okay?” I’d ask, concerned.
She’d shake her head. “I’m fine, Paul. Just tired.”
Her answer never quite sat right with me, but I didn’t push her. I chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and the natural worries that came with preparing for such a life-changing event.
Still, there was something in her eyes during those moments that I couldn’t ignore.
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The day of Alice’s birth arrived in the early hours of a cold January morning. Tina woke me up at 2 a.m., gripping my arm tightly.
“It’s time,” she whispered.
We rushed to the hospital, and by 3 a.m., I was standing in the delivery room, holding Tina’s hand as she brought our daughter into the world.
When the nurse placed Alice in my arms, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She was perfect. So, so perfect.
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She was so tiny with wisps of dark hair and a small birthmark on her neck that looked like a little star.
“Hi, Alice,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “It’s me, Daddy. I’ve been waiting so long to meet you.”
I was completely in awe. Everything we’d been through, all the pain and waiting, was worth it in that moment.
The nurse smiled as she gently took Alice from me. “We’ll take her to the nursery to get her cleaned up and checked out. You can see her again soon.”
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Exhausted but happy, I kissed Tina on the forehead and promised to return later that evening after running home to grab a few things for her and the baby.
When I returned to the hospital that evening, I couldn’t wait to take my wife and daughter home.
I practically ran to the front desk, ready to gather my little family.
But instead of the joyful reunion I’d imagined, the nurse greeted me with a look of confusion.
“Your daughter’s already been picked up,” she said. “Your wife told us it was fine.”
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“What? Picked up?” My stomach dropped. “By whom?”
“Her mother,” the nurse replied casually. “She said she was taking the baby home early. Your wife approved it.”
My mind raced as I hurried to Tina’s room. I couldn’t understand why she’d let Martha take our baby home.
“Why would you let your mom take Alice without telling me?” I demanded. “I was only 40 minutes late! You could’ve waited for me.”
“Babe, what’s your problem?” Tina replied, brushing me off. “Does it really matter who picked her up? We’ll be home in 20 minutes and see her.”
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Something about her casual response didn’t sit right with me. But I didn’t want to argue.
I just needed to get home and hold my daughter.
When we arrived, Martha was cradling Alice in her arms. I rushed over, a smile breaking across my face as I took her from her grandmother.
“Daddy’s here, Alice,” I said softly.
But as I looked down, my smile faded.
Her birthmark… it was gone.
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“HER BIRTHMARK! IT WAS ON HER NECK THIS MORNING! IT’S GONE!” I shouted. “THIS ISN’T MY DAUGHTER!”
I looked at Martha.
“What did you do? Where is my daughter?” I demanded.
“What are you talking about?” Martha stammered. “I didn’t do anything wrong! There must’ve been a mistake!”
I looked between Tina and her mother, searching for answers.
But Tina’s defensiveness only made things worse.
“Paul, calm down,” she snapped. “It’s probably nothing. You’re overreacting.”
But her words, her tone… they didn’t match the situation. My gut told me something was very, very wrong.
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“We’re going to the hospital now to figure this out,” I announced. “You guys can’t just misplace our little girl!”
“Paul, I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Martha said. “The nurses handed me the baby. I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think?” I cut her off. “You took the wrong baby, Martha! This isn’t Alice!”
Tina placed a hand on my arm, trying to calm me down, but her touch only made me more suspicious.
“Paul, stop. Let’s go to the hospital and sort this out. Yelling isn’t going to fix anything.”
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I didn’t say another word. I grabbed my coat, and the three of us headed to the hospital, with Martha holding the baby.
As I drove, I kept glancing at Tina, trying to make sense of her reaction. Why wasn’t she as panicked as I was?
When we arrived, I marched straight to the front desk and explained the situation. The nurse’s face turned pale as I spoke. She quickly called the supervisor, who assured us they would investigate immediately.
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“Please wait here,” the supervisor said, guiding us to a private room. “We’ll check the nursery records and CCTV footage.”
As we sat in the room, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tina’s reaction. She was uncharacteristically quiet, avoiding eye contact with me.
Meanwhile, Martha fidgeted nervously, holding the baby close.
“Why are you so calm about this?” I finally asked Tina. “Aren’t you worried about Alice?”
“Of course I am,” she snapped. “But freaking out won’t help. Just… trust the staff, Paul.”
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Her response only deepened my suspicion. I thought back to the times I’d seen her staring out the window during her pregnancy, lost in thought. What was she hiding?
After what felt like hours, the supervisor returned.
“Paul and Tina, we reviewed the footage,” he said. “It appears your mother-in-law did take the wrong baby from the nursery. We’re deeply sorry for the mistake, and we’ve already located your daughter, and we’ll bring her to you right away.”
I can’t explain how relieved I felt when they handed me Alice.
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There was her tiny birthmark, the little star on her neck that I’d noticed earlier.
I held her close as tears streamed down my face. “Daddy’s here, Alice. I’ve got you now.”
But even as I cradled her, something felt off. The nagging feeling in my gut wouldn’t go away.
I glanced at Tina, expecting her to show the same relief and joy, but her expression was distant, almost detached.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked her softly as we drove home.
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“No, Paul,” she said, avoiding my gaze. “Everything’s fine.”
But everything wasn’t fine.
Over the next few days, Tina’s behavior grew more erratic. She seemed distracted, barely engaging with Alice or me.
Late at night, I’d often find her sitting alone in the living room, staring at nothing.
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It was then that the pieces started to fall into place.
Her detached demeanor, the strange moments during her pregnancy, and the miraculous timing of her getting pregnant after years of infertility.
The realization hit me hard. Tina was hiding something.
One afternoon at work, I decided it was time to find out the truth.
I called a lab and arranged for a paternity test.
Two days later, I received the results. My hands trembled as I opened the envelope.
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Alice wasn’t my daughter.
I sank into the chair as I realized what had happened.
Tears streamed down my face as I thought about all the love and hope I’d poured into this child, only to discover she wasn’t mine.
What hurt the most was that Tina, my wife and partner, had betrayed me in the most unimaginable way.
Tina was in the living room when I got home later that evening. She looked up as I entered, and the smile on her face faltered when she saw the envelope in my hand.
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“Tina,” I said. “We need to talk.”
Her eyes widened, and she backed away slightly. “Paul… I can explain.”
“You cheated on me,” I said, the words feeling like poison on my tongue. “When? When did this happen?”
“Paul, listen to me,” she cried. “I can explain… I—”
“Just tell me, when did this happen!?”
“It was that weekend you went away with your friends. I was so lonely, Paul. I felt like you didn’t care anymore, and I made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.”
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“A mistake?” I shouted. “This isn’t just a mistake, Tina! You lied to me, you betrayed me, and now… now you’ve brought a child into this. How could you do this to us?”
“I’m sorry, Paul,” she sobbed. “I was scared. I didn’t know what to do.”
I looked at her, torn between anger and heartbreak. But one thing was clear. I couldn’t stay.
“I loved you, Tina. I would’ve done anything for you,” I began. “But this… this is too much. It’s unacceptable… We can’t stay together anymore.”
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“Paul, please,” she cried, but I didn’t turn back.
I packed my things that night, leaving the house I’d once called home. My heart broke into a million pieces as I drove away, but I knew I’d made the right choice.
I cried like a baby that night, but I also vowed to rebuild my life, just as I had before.
This time, I’d find a future rooted in truth and love.
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My Colleague Suggested We Buy a Joint $2,000 Gift for Our Boss and Now Refuses to Pay Her Share
Rachel reluctantly agrees to buy a $2,000 watch for their boss after her colleague Emily promises to split the cost. But when Emily refuses to pay her share, Rachel is left struggling with the unexpected financial burden. Determined to teach Emily a lesson, Rachel devises a clever plan to expose her deceit. But will she succeed in bringing Emily’s dishonesty to light?
“That’s a lot of money, Emily,” I sighed, stirring my coffee slowly.
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“Oh, come on, Rachel,” she said, sitting across from me. “Think about it! A $1,600 watch for Mr. Johnson’s birthday would show our dedication. Plus, I’m sure he’ll love the customized engraving. Oh, and with that, the total would be $2,000.”
I took a sip of my coffee, trying to buy some time. “It’s just… that’s a huge expense. Are you sure about this?” I asked.
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“Absolutely!” she replied, nodding eagerly. “Trust me, Rachel. It will be perfect. And don’t worry about the cost. We’ll split it, and I promise to pay my half as soon as possible.”
I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I liked Emily, despite her reputation for sucking up to management. She’s always the one staying late, bringing coffee, and organizing events. But this whole watch idea seemed too much, even for her.
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“Emily, I don’t know. I have bills to pay, and $2,000 is a lot for me right now,” I said, hoping she’d understand.
“Rachel, this is an investment in our future here,” she insisted, trying to convince me. “Imagine the impression we’ll make! Mr. Johnson will remember this forever, and it could really boost our standing in the company.”
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I sighed again. Emily always had a way of making things sound so simple and beneficial.
“Alright,” I said reluctantly, finally giving in. “Let’s get the watch. But please don’t forget what you’ve promised.”
“Of course, Rachel,” she said. “He’ll love the gift!”
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Soon, Mr. Johnson’s birthday arrived.
Emily had everything meticulously planned.
She walked into his office first, and I followed, holding my breath.
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“Mr. Johnson!” she exclaimed, standing beside his desk. “We have a special surprise for you!”
Mr. Johnson looked up from his paperwork, clearly curious.
Emily handed him the elegantly wrapped box, her eyes shining with pride. “This was our idea,” she said, “but I really pushed for it because I knew it was perfect for you.”
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I stood there, smiling awkwardly. Emily opened the box to reveal the watch, and Mr. Johnson’s eyes widened in surprise.
“This is incredible. You really didn’t need to!” he said, examining the watch. “Thank you so much. This is really thoughtful.”
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Emily beamed, soaking in his praise. I forced a smile, feeling a pang of regret. I had hoped this gift would be a gesture of teamwork, but it quickly became Emily’s solo performance.
She kept talking about how she had put extra effort into getting the gift for him, which made me realize I had spent a thousand dollars for nothing more than a front-row seat to Emily’s self-promotion.
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“This is wonderful, Emily. Thank you again,” Mr. Johnson said.
Emily turned to me with a triumphant grin. “See, Rachel? I told you he’d love it.”
I managed a weak smile. “Yeah, he really does,” I said.
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A week passed, but I didn’t hear anything from Emily about her share.
One day, I found her in the break room, chatting away with another colleague. I waited until she was alone before approaching her.
“Hey, Emily,” I started calmly. “I… I just wanted to remind you about your share of the cost of Mr. Johnson’s watch. I have some expenses, and I really need that money right now.”
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Emily looked up at me with a condescending smile. “Oh, sweetie, I thought you were just helping out. I never intended to pay. Besides, you earn more than I do, don’t you? Consider it a charitable act.”
“WHAT?” I stared at her, stunned. “What do you mean? You… weren’t you supposed to pay your share?”
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“Look, life isn’t fair, Rachel,” she shrugged. “You wanted to make a good impression, and we did. Didn’t you see how happy Mr. Johnson was? Isn’t that worth it?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Her selfishness was astounding. “That’s not the point, Emily,” I said, my voice rising. “You promised to pay your half!”
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She laughed. “Oh, Rachel, you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Let it go,” she said and walked away.
I stared at her, anger and frustration bubbling up inside me. Clearly, she had no intention of paying and didn’t care about the impact on me.
So I made up my mind. It was time for some payback.
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Two days later, I looked into Emily’s schedule and discovered she had a big presentation for the upcoming quarterly meeting. This was crucial for her, and I saw an opportunity.
I began subtly mentioning to a few trusted colleagues that Emily might need ‘help’ with her presentation.
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Word spread quickly, and soon everyone offered her ‘suggestions’ and ‘feedback.’ The result? The conflicting advice overwhelmed her, and I could see her becoming more stressed. She did manage to give the presentation, but it was a huge mess.
I wasn’t done yet, though.
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One day, while having lunch in the break room, I overheard Emily bragging about a meeting with a potential big client. She sat at the table, surrounded by a few colleagues, her voice full of confidence.
“This client is huge,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “If I close this deal, I’m sure to get a promotion. Mr. Johnson will be so impressed.”
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I listened quietly, my mind already plotting. After lunch, I returned to my desk and found the client’s contact information.
I crafted an anonymous email, attaching screenshots of Emily’s rude social media comments.
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“I felt it was important to inform you about some unethical behavior by Ms. Richards who is scheduled to meet with you,” I wrote in the mail to the client. “Please see the attached screenshots of her social media posts, which include rude and unprofessional comments.
Sincerely,
A Concerned Individual.”
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A few days later, Emily’s face was pale as she entered the office.
“The client canceled the meeting,” she told a colleague. “They said it was due to ‘unforeseen circumstances.’ I don’t know what went wrong!”
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“I’m sorry to hear that, Emily,” the colleague replied. “That must be tough.”
Emily sighed and walked away, clearly distressed. Only I knew how hard it was to contain my laugh. But even after going through so much, Emily wouldn’t mend her ways.
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She started spreading rumors that she had single-handedly bought the watch for Mr. Johnson. Had she guessed I was behind her canceled meeting and failed presentation? I didn’t know. But I wouldn’t let her succeed.
So, I printed out our email exchange where she promised to pay her half and placed copies on the desks of key people in our department, including HR. The next day, whispers filled the office as people read the emails.
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“Can you believe this?” one colleague said, showing the email to another. “Emily promised to pay her half for the watch.”
“Unbelievable,” the other replied. “She’s been taking all the credit.”
Emily’s popularity plummeted, and she looked more stressed than ever. I decided to take it one step further.
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Creating a fake online persona as a headhunter from a prestigious company, I sent Emily a message.
“To: [email protected]
Subject: Exciting Job Opportunity
Dear Ms. Richards,” I typed.
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“We have been following your impressive work and would love to discuss a potential job opportunity with you at our prestigious firm. We believe you would be a perfect fit for our team. Please let us know if you are available for an interview this Thursday at 10 AM.
Best regards,
Linda J.
Executive Recruiter, El.T.Search.”
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Emily’s eyes lit up as she read the email. She ran over to the desk beside me, her excitement barely contained.
“You won’t believe this! I just got an email from a top headhunter. They want to interview me for a high-level position!”
“That’s amazing, Emily!” Stacey, my co-worker, said. “You should definitely go for it.”
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Emily called in sick on the day of the fake interview, completely convinced it was real. She dressed in her best business attire and left the house early to be there on time.
The next day, she returned to the office and I overheard her talking to Stacey. “There was no interview,” she said sadly. “I showed up, and no one knew who I was.”
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“That’s so strange, Emily. Maybe it was some sort of mistake?”
Emily nodded slowly, still in shock. “Maybe…”
Hardly had she finished talking when Mr. Johnson approached her.
“Emily, we need to talk. Please come into my office,” he said sternly.
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Emily’s confidence visibly shook. She followed him, her face pale. I stayed at my desk, straining to hear the conversation from behind my computer.
“Emily, I’ve received some concerning information,” Mr. Johnson began, his tone firm. “Can you explain why our client canceled their meeting with you?”
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“I-I don’t know, sir. They said it was due to unforeseen circumstances.”
Mr. Johnson raised an eyebrow. “Unforeseen circumstances? Or could it be because they received an email with screenshots of your unprofessional social media comments?”
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Emily gasped. “What? No, I… I didn’t think… I mean, those were private posts!” she gasped, staring at a tablet screen. Maybe Mr. Johnson was showing her the mail.
“They may have been, but they reflect poorly on you and this company,” Mr. Johnson said sharply. “And there’s more. I’ve been hearing rumors that you claimed to have bought the watch for me single-handedly. Is that true?”
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Emily’s face turned pale. Her silence said it was true.
“Emily, this behavior is unacceptable. You’ve been manipulating situations and lying to your colleagues. This ends now. You are being demoted, effective immediately. One more misstep and you will be terminated!” Mr. Johnson declared.
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Emily emerged from the office, looking defeated. That same day, in a team meeting, Mr. Johnson took off the expensive watch and held it up for everyone to see.
“This gift was meant to symbolize teamwork and appreciation,” he began, “but given the circumstances, I think it’s only fair to return it.”
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He then walked over to me and handed me the watch. “I believe this was more of your contribution. Please, you keep it,” he said.
Emily turned beet red as everyone watched. Her scheme had backfired spectacularly, and my efforts to expose her had paid off.
And that was how I got my ultimate petty revenge on a two-faced colleague.
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What would you have done?
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