Blurb：
I thought I knew Mike Collins - the gentle boyfriend who always smiled sweetly. But everything changed when I accidentally discovered the Male Awakening forum and his shocking post: "Been with my girlfriend for three months, haven't spent a dime—here's how to train a woman not to talk money." My heart shattered reading Mike's detailed tactics - the excuses to avoid buying gifts, the subtle ways he made me pay for everything, even that birthday when he "lost his wallet."When I confronted Mike Collins about his forum post, his defensive reaction confirmed everything. After our breakup, I thought it was over, but then Mike posted a new thread: "Gold-Digging Girlfriend Dumps Me for Being Poor, Then Tries to Twist the Truth." He turned our story upside down, painting me as the villain while playing victim.
But I had the ultimate revenge. I created fake receipts with Mike Collins' name - luxury restaurant bills and designer store purchases with boosted amounts. The courier delivered them right to Mike's workplace, in front of all his coworkers. The driver confirmed Mike's face turned white as his colleagues whispered behind his back. Sometimes, the best revenge comes with receipts - literally.
Content：
A weekend afternoon, sunlight spilled lazily onto the living room couch, and I curled up in the cushions scrolling through my phone, my fingers aimlessly swiping across the forum list.I just wanted to kill some time, but somehow I accidentally stumbled into a section called Male Awakening.
The instant the page loaded, my heart skipped a beat— the avatar of the pinned post's author matched my boyfriend Mike Collins' W Chat photo exactly, down to the tiny scratch in the corner.
I stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds, my fingers trembling as I tapped open the post.
The title stabbed at my eyes: "Been with my girlfriend for three months, haven't spent a dime—here's how to train a woman not to talk money."
My grip on the phone tightened as I read every word—it was all Mike's 'tactics': excuses to avoid buying me gifts, subtly steering me to pay on dates, even that birthday when he 'lost his wallet' and made me pick up the restaurant bill—all laid out in brutal detail.
Those little details stabbed at my heart like needles. I just couldn't believe it—someone who was always so gentle and sweet to me was secretly scheming behind my back like this.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my panic, still clinging to a sliver of hope—maybe the profile picture was just a coincidence?
So I messaged Mike, "Mike, my best friend's birthday is next week. How about I get her a designer bag?"
He quickly replied, "Why spend so much? Girls are just brainwashed by consumerism, wasting money on nonsense."
The last bit of hope I had shattered. I sent back, "But you said you liked that watch before—I was even thinking of buying it for you with my paycheck."
This time he replied quickly, his tone edged with impatience: "What's wrong with you? Suddenly bringing this up? Did you hear some nonsense from someone again?"
His reaction completely confirmed that he was the one who posted that message.
Tears spilled out before I could hold them back, dripping down onto the phone screen.
So the love I poured my heart into was nothing but a lie from the very start.
I wiped my tears and dialed Mike Collins' number, my voice cold as ice: "Mike, let's break up."
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, then he pretended to be surprised: "Why? We're fine, why break up?"
"Don't you realize what you've done?" I raised my voice, "You're the one who posted that thread on the Male Awakening Forum, aren't you?"
His tone shifted suddenly, "How did you find out? Who told you?"
"I saw it myself." I sneered, "Aren't you exhausted from manipulating me for so long?"
"I was just joking around with some netizens; it's not true!" he started nervously defending himself.
"True or not, we both know the truth deep down." I said firmly, "We're done here."
After hanging up, I blocked him on W Chat and his phone number. My heart hurt deeply, but I also felt a sense of relief — finally free from this chain.
The day after we broke up, I listlessly opened the Male Awakening forum again. To my surprise, Mike Collins had posted a new thread.
The title was painfully blunt: "Gold-Digging Girlfriend Dumps Me for Being Poor, Then Tries to Twist the Truth."
I was so mad my hands were shaking—he actually played the victim, spinning a bunch of lies about me being "gold-digging," and below, a crowd of clueless people joined in, calling me gold-digger.
Why the h*ll should he scheme against me and then make me the scapegoat?
There was no way I was going to let this slide.
I opened my laptop, found receipts from shopping trips with my best friend, used photo editing software to change the names to Mike Collins and boosted the amounts—big ones too—luxury restaurant bills, designer store slips, making a dozen at once.
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