They say love can blind you. For me, it didn’t just blind me — it left me betrayed, heartbroken, and stuck with an $8,437.63 debt. All because I trusted a man who promised forever but was secretly planning to disappear. But karma, unlike love, sees everything clearly — and it fights back hard.
I met Brandon on a rainy Tuesday while working at a bookstore café. He ordered coffee and asked about the book I had hidden away. Hours later, we were still chatting. There was something about how he listened that made me feel heard.
He admired how I juggled teaching full-time and working the café, and he introduced himself as a freelance app developer with big dreams. He slipped me his card and hinted that soon I wouldn’t need two jobs anymore. I should’ve been suspicious — promises that sound too good usually are.
After a year, we moved in together in a modest apartment. Brandon said he’d handle rent and utilities since his income fluctuated, while I’d take care of groceries and cooking. He assured me he was saving for a house — a future we’d build together.
For three years, that was our routine. I never questioned him. I believed in us.
Then the eviction notice arrived.
It was an official letter demanding $8,437.63 in unpaid rent — in my name only. The lease had only my signature, and the landlord said my payments stopped six months ago. But I never stopped paying — Brandon was supposed to handle it.
I called the property manager, who confirmed the lease was solely mine. They’d sent multiple unpaid rent notices I never received. Legal action was starting.
When Brandon came home that day, I could barely hide the turmoil inside me. That night, I discovered his betrayal — texts from a woman named Kelsey revealed he’d been lying, pocketing the rent money for months, and planning to leave me with the debt.
He had forged my signature on the lease.
With help from the landlord, I changed the locks and got my revenge on Brandon’s prized sneaker collection — cracking eggs inside each expensive pair.
When he returned, locked out and desperate, I made it clear: pay the debt or lose everything. After much begging and calls, he finally paid the rent — but left the ruined sneakers behind.
I was left alone to rebuild my life, free of his lies.
Now, when I see fancy shoes, I smile. Some people collect shoes; I collect hard lessons. The biggest one: when someone reveals their true self, believe them — don’t wait three years to realize it.
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