Seeing the first billboard go up was amazing. We high-fived in the car, imagining his reaction when he saw it.
Our phones were constantly buzzing with texts and calls from Jace. “You have to stop this,” he wrote. “Please, I’m begging you!”
Eventually, we replied.
@Me:
We can stop, but on one condition.
@Jace:
I’ll do anything. Just stop.
I sent him the amount—enough for a two-week vacation in Spain. When the money was transferred to my account, I sent him one last text.
@Me:
Oops, we forgot the passwords to the accounts, and the billboards are prepaid for two months 🙂
After sending that final text to Jace, Ashley and I blocked his number. There was nothing left to say. It felt like a victory, like closing a chapter of a bad story I had been stuck in for too long.
We immediately focused on planning our trip. A few days later, Ashley and I arrived in Spain.
The sun was shining brightly, the air was warm, and the sound of waves hitting the shore was the perfect backdrop to our newfound freedom.
We found a spot on the beach, laid back on lounge chairs, and ordered cold sangria.
Ashley turned to me with a smile. “Best team ever,” she said, raising her glass of sangria. I smiled, knowing she was right.
I had lost a bad boyfriend but gained a great friend. Revenge had never been so satisfying.