My Ex Ruined My Day at Work, I Brilliantly Took Revenge on Him the Same Day — Story of the Day

Miranda, a hardworking young Mexican woman, faces a challenge when her ex tries to humiliate her at her job. Miranda is scared to act because her job is at stake, but the pain her ex caused pushes her. Despite the risk of losing her employment, she finds a way to make him pay for his actions.

Miranda’s breakup with her ex had been a public affair, which had plunged her into depression. As an immigrant trying to build a life in a new country, she knew she had to keep working to keep herself afloat. But it seemed like her problems never ended. One day, she was late to her job at the restaurant again and had to explain the situation to her boss, Michael, in the restaurant kitchen.

“I’m really sorry for being late again, Michael. A lot has been happening… my boyfriend and I broke up, and everyone knows about it,” Miranda said quietly.

“Miranda, what happens in your life is your thing, but it’s a problem for me if it messes with your work. I need you here on time, ready to work. This is your final warning,” Michael said seriously.

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Miranda said she’d do better, but things got harder when she saw her ex, Colin, and his girlfriend Leslie, at a table in the restaurant. She asked Michael if she could avoid serving them, but he said no, pointing out the need to stay professional.

“We all have tough stuff to deal with, Miranda. We’re short on people, and I need you to do your job, not run away,” Michael said, not even looking at her.

Miranda had no choice but to serve Colin and Leslie, who were rude and made mean jokes about where she was from.

“Look who we have here, Miranda, serving tables. I guess people from your background really do find their calling in the service industry, huh?” Colin said in a nasty way.

Miranda managed a strained smile and asked if they were ready to order, hiding her turmoil.

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Right then, Colin dropped his fork deliberately, forcing Miranda to retrieve it.

And as Miranda did that, Leslie laughed loudly and clapped. “Look at Miranda! She’s good at picking things up!”

Now, everyone was looking at her, making Miranda feel even worse. She gave the fork back to Colin with a barely steady hand. “Thanks,” Colin said, but he clearly didn’t mean it. “You’re such a team player.”

Miranda tried to stay calm and quickly brought their order, Mexican stew, hoping they would stop being mean. But Colin said the stew wasn’t spicy enough and made a mess by flipping his plate. The mess got all over Miranda’s clothes.

“It’s okay,” she said, trying not to sound upset while she cleaned up. But Leslie kept laughing, and people watched her. So many eyes on her completely shattered the confidence and strength Miranda had tried to muster until now.

She could no longer hold those tears that were welling up in her eyes. She had to go to the kitchen and hide in a corner, and she was so upset she started crying.

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As she broke down into sobs, a voice distracted her. “Here, take this,” it said.

Miranda looked up to see Chef Robert holding a kitchen towel. She knew he was a kind man who helped all his colleagues. Something about his presence made her cry harder as she accepted the towel.

“Look, I don’t want to interfere in your personal life, but you’re stronger than you think, Miranda. You’ve got a spirit that’s much bigger than the problems you’re facing.”

Miranda sniffled, knowing she really needed someone to talk to, so she opened up to Chef Robert. And like a gentleman, he listened as she spoke about her early days with Colin and recalled the time that ruined everything for her. That one time, Colin really wanted to go to a party with her, but she was worried about her schoolwork.

Miranda, Colin, and Leslie were college mates.

“I really should study, Colin,” she had told him. “My grades aren’t looking too good.”

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But Colin shook his head, refusing to accept her no as an answer. “Come on, Miranda. You’re smart, and you work so hard. One night off won’t hurt. Please come with me.”

Miranda was stuck. She liked the idea of spending time with Colin but knew she should study. “Let me think about it. I’ll tell you tonight,” she told him finally.

After they kissed and Colin promised her a fun night, Miranda went back to her room feeling excited but also a bit stressed. As soon as she walked in, her roommate — none other than Leslie — interrupted her.

“What’s going on, Miranda? You look so happy. And where did those flowers come from?” she asked. If only Miranda knew the girl was a wolf in sheep’s clothing…

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“It’s Colin. He’s been so sweet, and I really like him. He invited me to a party, but I’m worried about my exams.”

“Miranda, you’ve got to enjoy life too. Don’t miss out because of exams!” Leslie said. “Come on, this is the time to have fun!”

“Les, I really need to study.”

“You’re a smart cookie, Miranda. Taking one night off won’t mess up your future. Have fun at the party with Colin. Trust me, and GO!”

Feeling a bit more confident that one night wouldn’t hurt her studies, Miranda decided to accept Colin’s invite and called him. “I’ll be there, Colin. This night is important to you, so it’s important to me too,” she said.

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But that night, when Miranda walked into the loud club where the party was, she felt a bit out of place. Colin noticed and handed her a drink, “Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.”

Miranda couldn’t say no. As the alcohol kicked in, she forgot about all her worries, enjoying the music and dancing, feeling really free.

The next morning, Miranda woke up in a strange place, her clothes all over the floor. She was scared to find herself undressed, around other girls and boys, also barely dressed, just sleeping around.

As she remembered bits and pieces of the night with Colin, a chill ran down her spine. She quickly called a taxi to go back to her college dorm, worried about what others would think if they found her like that.

Back at college, everyone was whispering and looking at her. Miranda had no idea why.

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She was feeling upset and lonely and really wanted to talk to Leslie, but Leslie wasn’t there. Neither Leslie nor Colin answered her calls. Then, the college dean called her, upset about some embarrassing videos and photos, and mentioned that she would be expelled.

Miranda was devastated and went to find Colin for help. But when she found him, he was with Leslie, and they were both laughing meanly.

“Look who’s here,” Colin sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Came running back to me, Miranda? Thought I could fix your little problem?”

Leslie’s grin was just as mocking. “Oh, Miranda, did you really think Colin was interested in you? It was all a bet,” she revealed. “Two weeks. That’s all it took for him to get you to play the fool. And now, look at you, practically begging for his help.”

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Miranda felt so hurt and alone as she listened to them laugh at her. She knew they had tricked her and she had lost so much, but she also felt a spark of determination to overcome this.

After sharing the details of her past that brought her to this restaurant as a waitress, Miranda decided she wanted revenge on Colin and Leslie. “Robert, can you help me? Make their food super spicy, just once?” she asked.

Robert was unsure, worrying about the restaurant’s image, but Miranda was firm. “I really need this,” she said. “Please, do this for once?”

Robert didn’t want to do that, but somewhere, he, too, felt people like Leslie and Colin deserved a taste of their medicine. “Alright, Miranda. But let’s keep it low-key,” he suggested.

Miranda mixed up a spicy sauce, not thinking about what might happen to her if her plan was exposed. She was just focused on getting even. “Use this,” she said, giving Robert a sauce-soaked napkin.

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When Colin and Leslie got their food, Leslie mocked her again. “This is spicy? This is what you called a SPICY Mexican stew?” she sneered.

Right then, Colin wiped his mouth with the napkin and was hit by the strong spice. His skin flared a deep red as if he’d been slapped by the very essence of the spice, and his breaths became shallow, desperate gasps.

“Colin, breathe, just try to breathe,” Leslie urged, patting his back. However, when people at the restaurant began to stare and laugh, Leslie’s cheeks flushed red with shame. She realized she had been mean to Leslie, and now, others found amusement in her and Colin’s predicament.

Unable to handle the embarrassment, she blurted out, “This is unbearable! We’re finished!” and quickly left.

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Miranda observed the scene quietly, a hint of a smile on her face. She remembered how they had deceived her, thinking they would be happy together. It seemed fate had other ideas.

Though in pain, Colin loudly yelled that Miranda should lose her job, claiming Miranda ‘messed with his dish,’ and it was then that Michael stepped in with a cool head. He tried the stew and didn’t see any problems. “This dish is perfectly fine, sir. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he declared, spotting the spicy-saturated napkin but discreetly concealing it.

“Also, Miranda’s been with us for a long time. She wouldn’t mess up a meal on purpose,” he said, taking Miranda’s side. At that point, Miranda exchanged a silent look of understanding with her boss, grateful for his help.

Colin looked around for someone to agree with him but found no one. Leslie was gone, and the other customers just watched.

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Then, Michael gave Colin some friendly advice. “You know, Colin, sometimes the heat comes not from the food but from how we act towards others. Maybe think about that, okay?”

Colin was speechless, and Miranda felt a wave of satisfaction. She had found a smart and strong way to stand up for herself and witnessed how empathy and understanding united people.

Michael’s choice to stand up for her and teach Colin about being humble and respectful showed her that even in tough times, there are friends all around.

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I Knew My Future Mother-in-Law Didn’t Like Me, but I Never Imagined the Plans She Had Against Me — Story of the Day

Falling in love felt perfect—until his family turned my life upside down. His mother didn’t think I was good enough and made it her mission to prove it. Secrets, lies, and a test of trust pushed me to my limit. I had to decide if love was enough to overcome everything against us.

If I had known what my future mother-in-law would be like, I would have told Dean to introduce us at the wedding. At least then, I would have been prepared for her icy glares and sharp comments.

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But not everything in life can be predicted, so I met Martha even before Dean and I got engaged.

Saying she hated me would be an understatement—she saw me as completely unworthy of her son. I was nothing like his ex-wife, Kate.

Yes, Dean had been married before. They divorced after she cheated on him with his cousin, who also happened to be his best friend—or rather, his former best friend.

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That whole situation was a mess I couldn’t imagine surviving. Thankfully, there were no children involved.

I don’t know how I would have handled that added layer of complexity. Still, the fact that Martha stayed in touch with Kate, despite everything, was enough to make me question myself.

But I was lucky with Dean. He was the best man I had ever met—kind, patient, and fiercely loyal.

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He loved me, supported me in every way, and I loved him just as deeply. The rest didn’t seem to matter as much.

That evening, we had a rare date night planned. A cozy dinner at a nice restaurant followed by a movie.

We’d both been so busy lately that it felt overdue. Just as I was putting on my earrings, a knock at the door interrupted us. I frowned. We weren’t expecting anyone.

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“I’ll get it,” I called to Dean, heading to the door. When I opened it, there she was—Martha. Her piercing gaze scanned me up and down.

“Oh, where are you all dressed up for?” Martha’s voice had an edge as sharp as her stare. No hello, no smile, no warmth. Then, as if to twist the knife, she added, “Off to seduce someone else’s husband?”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Dean and I are going on a date. Was there something you needed?” I kept my tone steady, though my patience was already wearing thin.

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“I just wanted to have dinner with my son,” she said, crossing her arms. “Is that so unreasonable?”

“Sorry, but we already have plans for tonight,” I said, standing my ground.

“Plans can be changed. A mother is more important than any plan. You should know that if you were a proper daughter-in-law. Kate always made time for me,” Martha said, her voice rising with every word.

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I clenched my jaw and looked away, too drained to keep up this argument.

“Who’s at the door?” Dean called from the bedroom.

“Darling, it’s me,” Martha called out sweetly, her tone shifting entirely.

Dean walked into the room, frowning when he saw her. “Mom, why didn’t you call first? We already have plans.”

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“Yes, Alice told me that,” Martha said, ignoring his concern. “But I haven’t seen you in so long. I thought I’d drop by.”

“I visited you last week,” Dean replied firmly.

“A mother can’t miss her son?” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air.

“She can, but we’ve already made plans,” Dean said. “I’ll come visit you soon.”

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Martha glared at me as if I’d personally insulted her. “This is all her doing! She’s turning you against me!”

Dean sighed. “Alice hasn’t said a word. Mom, please, no drama.”

Martha turned to me, her eyes blazing. “You’ll pay for this!” Then, she stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake.

“I’m sorry about that,” Dean said, wrapping his arms around me.

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“It’s okay. Thank you for standing up for me,” I said softly, kissing him.

A few days after the incident with Martha, I was at home after work, sorting through wedding plans scattered across the table.

The list of tasks felt endless, but I was determined to make everything perfect. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

For a moment, I thought Dean must have forgotten his keys again. Then I remembered—he’d planned to visit Martha after work. Curious, I walked to the door and opened it.

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There stood Martha. She brushed past me without a word and walked straight into the house.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice firm.

“How polite of you,” Martha said with a sarcastic smirk. Her tone dripped with disdain.

“You didn’t even say hello,” I pointed out, crossing my arms.

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“I don’t see the need to greet someone like you,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing.

I clenched my jaw but kept my tone steady. “Why are you here? Dean went to see you after work.”

“Oh, yes,” Martha said, her smirk widening. “It just so happened that Kate dropped by for tea, so I left them alone. They deserve a second chance.”

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Her words hit me like a slap. “What did you do?” I asked, my voice shaking with shock.

“Let’s be honest, Alice—you’re not right for him,” she said, stepping closer. “His perfect woman is Kate. I know it, Kate knows it, and deep down, Dean knows it too. He just needed a reminder.”

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I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see how much she rattled me. “This is crossing every line. I understand you don’t like me, but Dean and I are getting married in two months. I love him, and he loves me. You have no right to decide who’s best for him. And honestly, do you really want your son to go back to a woman who cheated on him with his cousin?”

Martha scoffed, waving off my words. “People make mistakes. Kate still loves Dean and regrets what happened. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

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I shook my head, done with the conversation. “I’ve had enough. I’m calling Dean.”

“You can try, but I took his phone,” she said smugly, her arms crossed.

“You’re unbelievable,” I said, turning toward the door. She stepped into my path.

“If you don’t move, I’ll call the police and report that I’m being held against my will,” I replied, pulling out my phone.

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“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, but I was already dialing.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the dispatcher asked.

“Hello—” I started, but Martha lunged forward, snatching the phone from my hands and ending the call.

Fuming, I pushed past her and opened the door. As I walked to my car, she screamed after me, calling me a witch who was ruining her son’s life. I didn’t look back. I had no time for her games.

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I drove to Martha’s house, planning to walk straight in, but doubt crept in as I reached the door.

I paused, gripping the car keys tightly in my hand. Part of me feared that Dean might choose her over me. After all, he and Kate had spent eight years together.

Instead of going inside, I moved quietly toward the living room window. Inside, I saw Dean and Kate standing face to face in the center of the room.

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Tears streamed down Kate’s cheeks, falling freely onto her blouse. Dean’s expression, however, was unreadable. He stood still, listening, but his shoulders were tense.

My heart sank at the sight of them together. A voice in my head whispered over and over, louder each time, that he wouldn’t choose me.

Suddenly, Kate stepped closer. Before I could process what was happening, she leaned in and kissed Dean. My heart dropped to my stomach. I froze, unable to look away.

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To my relief, I saw Dean push her back. He wiped his lips roughly with his sweater sleeve, his face twisting with anger. Without hesitating, he turned and stormed out of the house.

He spotted my car immediately. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on me.

Without a word, he walked straight over and pulled me into a tight hug. The moment his arms wrapped around me, I felt tears on my face I hadn’t realized were there.

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“They set this all up. I didn’t want to see Kate,” Dean said, his voice firm. His hands rested on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes.

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief. “I saw you push her away,” I said, my voice quiet but steady.

“Because I don’t want anyone but you,” he said. His words felt like a shield around me, strong and certain. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

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“Is my mom at our place?” Dean asked after a moment.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Let’s go. I have something to say to her,” he said. His tone left no room for argument.

We drove separately back to our house. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, but I kept going.

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When we walked in, holding hands, Martha’s face changed. Surprise flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by irritation.

“You didn’t talk to Kate?” Martha asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I did, though I didn’t want to. Now I’ll talk to you. I’ve had enough of you interfering in my life. I don’t want this to continue. From now on, we’re done,” Dean said, his voice firm.

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“What?! But I’m your mother! I’m your family!” Martha shouted, her voice rising.

“Alice is my family. You can’t accept that, so I see no other option,” Dean said, squeezing my hand.

“I knew this was all her fault! That witch turned you against me!” Martha screamed. Her words hit like stones, but I stood firm beside Dean.

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“You did this to yourself. Alice isn’t to blame. Now, please leave our home,” Dean said.

“This is outrageous! How could you do this?” Martha yelled, her face red with anger.

“Mom, please, don’t make me force you out,” Dean said, his tone calm but resolute.

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Martha huffed, glaring at both of us. Then she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you sure this was the right decision?” I asked, my voice soft.

“When it comes to you and our family, I never have any doubts,” Dean said. His words brought a smile to my face, and I kissed him, knowing we were stronger together.

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