"What happened?" I demanded.
A colleague showed me a viral post:
"My boyfriend and I are about to get married, but his ex-girlfriend keeps inserting herself. She's holding the company's core technology hostage, trying to stop our wedding. What do I do? I want to die..."
The comments below were a flood of abuse directed at me. Someone had doxxed my personal information too.
My colleagues asked me nervously what I planned to do.
I smiled coldly. Then I sat down and compiled every shred of evidence I'd gathered over the past six months documenting Sylvia and Eugene's affair. I organized it into a clean timeline and posted it online.
I tagged Sylvia directly: "My lawyers will be pursuing charges for defamation and cyberbullying."
I went all in. I didn't just post it. I paid to push it to the top of the trending topics, making sure their affair was plastered across every major feed.
Then I printed out the cease-and-desist letters along with the affair evidence and mass-emailed them to every single business partner connected to Eugene.
That evening, word reached me that Eugene had been summoned home by his family and given a beating.