This is a story about how one woman’s marriage to a figurine hobbyist ended when she discovered his infidelity, and how she took revenge.
I never saw it coming. Five years of marriage, five years of stability, and yet in the blink of an eye, my husband destroyed everything. Not with a fight, not with growing distance, but with something so cliché it could have been ripped from a bad drama—he cheated on me.
A Marriage is Built on Trust
Marriage was never supposed to be a gamble, and I thought I had done everything right. We met in university while studying hospitality and tourism. Back then, he was a little awkward, a little nerdy, but kind and ambitious. We dated from our first year right through till graduation, and got engaged just after. Then we worked for another six years, progressed our respective careers, saved money and finally got married in 2020. Our wedding was during the pandemic and so we got away with a small one.
I knew I had it good: My husband and I had figured out the finances so all bills were paid, we had our joint savings account, and apart from that we were free to spend our own money how we want. After five years of marriage, my husband spent his money growing the collection he’d started as a university student.
I never once stopped him from attending his beloved conventions, never questioned the money he spent on figurines, collectibles, and limited-edition merchandise.
The Betrayal
Another weekend, another convention. There’s a few of these types of conventions every year and he attends them for all 3 days whenever he can, and would be away from Friday to Sunday, just like always. I didn’t mind because having time apart is also healthy for a relationship. I didn’t know what he was actually doing with his time apart from me…until the messages from a stranger started pouring into my inbox.
She sent me a long message, explaining who she was – one of his flings who met him at a convention earlier in the year. She was reaching out for two reasons. The first was that she felt guilty. The second was that she had no idea my husband was married until she found our wedding photos on social media. She sent me everything: Screenshots of their flirty texts, photos of them together and even videos. I didn’t need to ask questions; the evidence spoke for itself.
Was he emotionally detached? Manipulative? No. He was just selfish. He wanted everything—a stable wife, a stable home, and the excitement of secret rendezvous.
When I saw the proof, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t even confront him. It was only a Friday after all, and I had two days of alone time to figure out what to do. The thing is that hoteliers manage hotels. Hundreds of rooms and meals. Thousands of people. We’re trained to handle almost any kind of crisis. We have drafted SoPs to handle everything from leaky plumbing to a terrorist attack. We don’t panic. We assess, we plan, and we execute. My plan: Revenge first, divorce second, freedom third.
The Perfect Revenge
He loved his collection more than anything. Every figurine, every rare model, every signed poster—his prized possessions. Limited edition statues, unopened collector’s items, collectors edition box sets for games, autographed prints from famous artists – and some of these were even from overseas events like San Diego ComicCon. He would spend hours arranging and rearranging his display shelves, boasting about their value. So, I made sure he’d lose the only thing he truly cared about: The ENTIRE collection.
One by one, I took pictures of every single item and listed them on sale on Facebook Marketplace. RM1 per item, no matter what it was. First come, first serve. No cash on delivery, buyer pays the shipping. Needless to say the entire collection of over 100 rare collectibles was gone in less than a day.
Empty Shelves and Display Cases
I enjoyed myself as I packed each and every single item, handling them with a care that he no longer deserved and shipped everything off via POS Laju, exchanging his treasures for pocket change. Every sale felt like another weight off my shoulders.
When he found out, he was livid. He demanded compensation, and threatened to take legal action. But here’s the kicker—every single purchase, every account, every receipt was in his name. Legally, I never touched his money or any of his possessions, leaving him with empty hands, empty shelves and display cases.
The Divorce and Moving On
I didn’t need to argue. I didn’t need closure. I left the divorce papers where his collection once stood, packed my belongings and moved back in with my parents where I showed them the orgy of evidence provided. It didn’t matter if he’d cheated once or more than once. Once a cheater always a cheater.
Did my parents struggle with the embarrassment? Of course. In the months that followed, they told me to keep quiet, to maintain dignity. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to pretend, wasn’t going to protect his reputation. I told the truth whenever anyone asked and happily showed enough evidence to convince them I was telling the truth.
The divorce was smooth. He had nothing to fight for, no legal tricks to pull. All he had left was his own regret. I didn’t talk to him. I blocked him on everything, even his phone and the only communication was via our respective lawyers. I’d like to compliment my lawyers at “Schrewem, Goode, and Hart” (Not an actual law firm) for their sterling work.
No Looking Back
People always ask if I started fresh—if I got a new hobby, a new look, a new purpose. But the truth is, I didn’t need to. I had everything I needed to move forward. I divorced him, ruined his reputation, and destroyed public opinion of him. The latter two were outcomes of me telling the truth about him and his cheating ways.
There are of course those who would think I went too far with my revenge, especially for destroying a collection that had taken years to assemble. I’d like to point out that I wasted a decade of my life, and no one can give me back the ten years of time, and sacrifices that I made for this relationship.
My career is solid and I will be taking advantage of the opportunities offered by working in hospitality to travel across Asia, and Europe in the coming months. I am free of guilt and attachments to move on with my life.
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