A Vasectomy for Her Lover: I Sent Her Packing

While I'm waiting for my vasectomy to start, I see a popular question trending on a forum.

"What's the best revenge for a man?"

An anonymous answer is upvoted all the way to the top of the comment section.

"By stealing everything he's proud of while playing the role of his best friend, of course! To be honest with you, this is how I treat my childhood friend, too.

"Before he realizes it, his parents already view me as their biological son. The company has bestowed upon me a position that's superior to his. His wife even gave her virginity to me at the new home he had personally decorated and refurnished. His children are actually mine, and they are super clingy to me!

"Because of something I said, his wife made him get a permanent vasectomy. He actually agreed to it. At this rate, that bastard will never be able to have his own children!"

Some people are shocked, while others don't hesitate to berate the anonymous poster. But the majority of the commenters are more confused than anything.

"What sort of deep-rooted grudge do you have against your childhood friend, though? Why is your revenge going this far?"

That poster is surprisingly honest.

"Actually, it's nothing much. This friend of mine is superior to me in any way since we were kids. But he's also a smug and arrogant one who doesn't really seem to care about anything at all.

"I don't like that attitude of his, so I've come up with this scheme and stolen everything from him. Take now, for example. He's waiting for his vasectomy procedure at the hospital, while I'm hugging his wife right now. In fact, I plan on depleting this entire box of contraceptives!"

The latest photo the online poster has uploaded shows a box containing 13 condoms. As for the background, it happens to be my home.

The moment I saw the photo, I felt the blood in my veins run cold. It hit me then that the unlucky childhood friend who'd been pitied by hundreds of thousands of people online was actually me.

And the person who posted that response was, without a doubt, my best friend since childhood, Mason Hartley.

"So what if you all keep cursing me out? All you can do is talk shit online. In real life, I'm still driving a luxury car, living in a mansion, and sleeping with someone else's gorgeous wife. I'm living the dream!"

Facing condemnation in the comments section, Mason not only showed no concern whatsoever, but also shamelessly taunted them.

"Since it's anonymous and no one can figure out who I am anyway, might as well show you guys something even better."

He posted another photo.

A woman dressed as a bunny sat with her back to him at a vanity table, her provocative figure enough to drive any man wild. On one side of her shoulder was a small flower-shaped birthmark.

"Holy shit, so you weren't bullshitting? Your buddy's wife is incredible. Leave your contact info. I want to be his buddy too!"

"What a waste keeping a woman like that to yourself. If her husband's getting cheated on once, might as well be a hundred times. Why not spread the love?"

As I read the revolting comments beneath the photo, my hands trembled with rage.

Through countless passionate nights, my kisses had branded that birthmark on Iris Sloane's shoulder. I'd thought it was a beautiful mark that belonged only to me.

But now, that mark had been exposed in such a degrading way, subjected to the lewd commentary of thousands of men.

My chest burned with anguish, blood rushing to my head in waves. At that exact moment, a young nurse approached me with a clipboard.

"Mr. Remi Emerson, it's your turn for the vasectomy procedure. Please bring your medical records and follow me to the operating room."

Before she could finish, I'd already torn the medical records to shreds. "I'm not doing it. Call the next person."

After delivering those cold words, I stood and left, dialing Iris' number as I walked. Tonight, she had used the excuse of her mother being ill and needing to stay at her family home to care for her, so she hadn't accompanied me to the surgery.

I tried three video calls in a row before she finally answered, but she didn't turn on her camera.

"Honey, why are you calling at this hour? Is the surgery done?"

Iris' voice carried a slight breathlessness, with a hint of playful reproach.