Two years after my painful divorce, I unexpectedly ran into my ex-husband, Liam, and my former best friend, Daria—his now-girlfriend. The last time I saw them, they were caught in an affair that shattered me during a difficult time: right after I’d miscarried our first child. After kicking them both out and ending the marriage, I focused on healing, rebuilding my confidence, and starting over from scratch.
That evening, they walked into my restaurant—mocking me as if I were just a worker cleaning up at closing time. Daria smirked and Liam laughed loudly, suggesting I was now mopping floors. What they didn’t expect was the truth: I owned the place. I had launched the business with my savings and a well-thought-out plan, turning heartbreak into success. Their smug faces dropped when they realized the restaurant was mine.
Refusing to serve them wasn’t revenge—it was self-respect. The next day, they left a nasty online review, but my loyal customers quickly drowned it out with dozens of glowing comments. One local blogger even shared our story, praising how I stood up for myself with grace. Business soared, and I gained even more respect from the community.
As for Liam and Daria, they faded away, just like the pain they once caused. These days, I’m engaged to my head chef—a kind, steady man who understands me. When I told him the story, he laughed and said they’d been served exactly what they deserved. Not revenge—just dessert.