When Jen matches with her high school bully on a dating site, she relives the trauma of her childhood. But still, she goes on the date—as a way of getting revenge for how she was treated. The date ends up being a bust, and Jen doesn’t get what she intended, so she plans a second meeting…
I sat at the bar, pretending to be absorbed in my phone as the door swung open and my date walked in. After meeting on a dating app, Justin and I had decided that it was finally time to meet.
Except that Justin and I had met before—just that he didn’t remember it.
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As he walked in, the familiar jolt of recognition shot through me, but on his face, there was only the casual scan of a man on the lookout for someone who could have been anyone but the girl he once tormented. As he approached, his smile was confident, practiced.
I steeled myself, reminding my racing heart of its role tonight—a new woman, who just wanted revenge.
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“Hey, Jen,” he said, sliding into the seat beside me, unaware of the storm he was walking into. “I hope I’m not too late?”
“Not at all,” I replied, my voice steady and sweet. “I was just enjoying the vibe here. This place has changed since the last time I was around.”
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When we had matched on the app, I was convinced that Justin wouldn’t be able to recognize me. Since high school, I had drastically changed—everything from my hair, my weight, and my sense of style.
I was a new person.
“Yeah, it’s got a good crowd tonight,” Justin nodded, waving over a bartender. “Can I get you a drink now?”
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I watched him closely—he had barely changed since the last time I saw him. It had been our high school graduation, followed by a party in an open field. Justin had barely glanced at me. He didn’t register that I was someone who had been attracted to him.
Then, not now.
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When we matched, I wasn’t interested in Justin—but after I spoke to my sister, we both thought that messing with Justin would be healing in some way.
“Sure, a gin and tonic, thank you,” I said, watching his face for any sign of recognition. There was none. It was clear as he saw me—I was just another date. Just another woman that he had picked up.
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As he chatted about his job and recent travels, I nodded along, my mind racing ahead to the plan unfolding around us. The bar was filling up quickly.
Justin continued to speak, and I began to space out—remembering moments from high school.
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Like the one time when the dull echo of my footsteps in the empty high school corridor seemed louder than usual, reverberating off the lockers with a metallic chill.
I clutched my books tightly to my chest, my eyes downcast, trying to make myself invisible. The memory of Justin’s harsh laughter from earlier that day still stung, a cruel reminder of my daily ordeal.
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As I turned the corner, I could hear the muffled sounds of other students, their voices light and carefree. I approached the bathroom, a temporary refuge where I could gather myself away from prying eyes and sharp tongues.
I could never eat in the cafeteria. They would all look at me and laugh.
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I remember pushing the bathroom door open, the familiar scent of industrial cleaner mixed with a hint of floral air freshener greeted me. I checked the stalls quickly—empty—and allowed myself a moment to lean against the cool tile wall, exhaling slowly.
The tears came then, quietly at first, then with a shuddering force I couldn’t contain. It wasn’t just the words that Justin had hurled at me—it was the relentless, grinding down of my spirit, day after day.
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Bringing me back to the present, Justin asked if I wanted to leave the bar after our drink and get something to eat at the many food stalls outside. Younger me would never, but I was different now.
As he asked for the bill, Justin began to hound the waitress.
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“I need you to hurry up,” he told her. “We’ve got places to be and you’re just taking up my time. Could you do your job any slower?”
She blinked back tears and went to get the bill.
“My ex-girlfriend was just like that,” he said, turning to me. “Her eyes would well up whenever I said anything.”
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The evening ended with me leaving Justin outside the bar, claiming that I had a headache and needed to sleep it off.
I was disappointed that I didn’t get my revenge.
At home, I sat with my laptop in bed and decided to take another shot at having my revenge against Justin. I logged onto Facebook and created an event—adding everyone who had gone to high school with us.
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I planned the reunion, making the bar that I had just left the location for our meeting. When the event was created, many of my ex-classmates indicated that they would be there—there were many shares and by the next morning, the number of people attending had grown.
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On the day of the reunion, I spent a while getting dressed. This was a big moment. This was for everyone to see that I was the best version of myself—and that I was confident in my own skin.
At the bar, I went straight to the bartender and made sure that the bill would be sent to Justin at the end of the evening, giving his name and number.
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After a while, Justin came up to me with a big grin on his face.
“You seem different, have we met before?” he asked, slurping his drink.
He didn’t even have the decency to remember me from drinks the previous week.
The irony of his words almost made me laugh, but I kept my composure.
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“I get that a lot,” I deflected. “Maybe I just have one of those faces.”
Justin laughed, shrugging as he turned to signal the bartender for another round.
“But you do know me,” I said. “You really haven’t changed, have you, Justin?”
“What do you mean?”
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“Just that you’ve always had this way of making people feel less,” I pressed on, my resolve hardening with each word. “Like how you talk to the waitress, or how you joked about your ex the other night.”
Justin’s face hardened when he realized who I was—but still, I was merely the girl from the dating app, not the one who had been bullied by him before.
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“What? Oh! Jen!” he said, his face contorting.
“Do you remember Jennifer from high school?” I asked loudly, hoping that people would be listening. “The girl that you tormented. The girl that you made sure knew how different she was from everyone else. That she didn’t fit your cruel standards.”
His face went pale, his eyes widening as realization dawned, connecting the past with the present.
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“I’m that Jennifer,” I said. “And tonight, I wanted you to see exactly who I have become, despite your best efforts to break me down.”
Justin stood up, his mouth opening and closing, searching for something to say but finding nothing. Around us, the expressions from our classmates ranged from shock to support, their eyes fixed on us.
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“I hope one day you’ll understand the weight of your words, how deeply they can cut,” I said.
Turning on my heel, I left him standing there stupidly, the bill for the drinks being the least of his worries.
Finally, I had done it.
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What would you have done?
My Husband Died in an Accident, but I Never Saw His Body — One Day, I Heard His Voice Coming from Our Little Daughter’s Bedroom
Grief plays tricks on the mind, but this? This was real. Kelly knew her husband’s voice, and she’d just heard it… coming from her daughter’s room. A chill ran down her spine. Jeremy had been dead for two years. So who — or what — was speaking in his voice? Then she stepped inside… and FROZE.
I’m Kelly. I’m 30, and my life has been a rollercoaster of love and loss. My husband, Jeremy, died in a car accident two years ago. I was eight months pregnant with our daughter, Sophia. One moment, I was painting flowers on the walls of her nursery, dreaming about our future. The next, I was getting a phone call that shattered my world.
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I remember that moment like it was yesterday. The paintbrush slipped from my fingers, leaving a trail of pink down the wall.
“Miss Kelly?” the voice on the phone was gentle, practiced. “This is Officer Reynolds…”
“Yes?” My hand instinctively went to my swollen belly. Sophia kicked, as if sensing my fear.
“There’s been an accident. Your husband…”
“No,” I whispered. “No, please…”
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They told me the crash was bad — so bad that I shouldn’t see his body. I never got to say goodbye. Just a closed casket at the funeral, and that was it.
“Kelly, honey,” my mom had said at the funeral, holding me as I sobbed. “You need to stay strong. For the baby.”
“How?” I choked out. “How am I supposed to do this without him? He was supposed to be here. He was supposed to hold her…”
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Two years later, I was doing my best to keep going, to be strong for Sophia. But the emptiness? It never really left.
And then, two days ago, something happened that made me question everything.
It was just a regular afternoon. I had put Sophia down for her nap in her bedroom and curled up on the couch with a book. The house was quiet. Peaceful.
Until I heard it.
The sound of a window shutting. Not loud — just enough to make me glance up. Probably the wind, I thought. But then, my blood ran cold when I… Oh my God… when I heard JEREMY’S VOICE:
“I love you forever.”
I swear to God, my whole body turned to ice.
It wasn’t a muffled memory in my head. It wasn’t wishful thinking. It was CLEAR AS DAY.
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I sat frozen, my breath caught in my throat. My ears were ringing. My heart pounded so hard I thought I might pass out.
“Jeremy?” I whispered into the silence, my voice trembling. “Baby, is that you?”
No. No, no, no. Jeremy was gone. This was NOT POSSIBLE.
But I heard it. Again.
“I love you forever.”
It was coming from Sophia’s room.
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I shot up so fast the book tumbled off my lap. My mind raced with possibilities — was someone in there? Was I hallucinating?
Was Jeremy ALIVE?
I rushed down the hallway, barely feeling my feet hit the floor. My hands were ice-cold, and my stomach churned like I might throw up.
“Please,” I whispered as I ran, tears already forming. “Please, if you’re there…”
I pushed open Sophia’s door.
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She was sound asleep in her crib, curled up in a little ball, her tiny fingers clutching a teddy bear. The room was just as I had left it. No open windows. No shadows in the corner. Nothing.
But then, I heard it again.
“I love you forever.”
I swore my heart stopped.
“Jeremy?” My voice cracked. “Is this some kind of cruel joke? Please… I can’t… I can’t take this…”
I scanned the room, my hands shaking as I moved toward the window. Something had to explain this.
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My fingers brushed against the glass. It was shut. Locked. Outside, a small tree branch rested against the pane, broken like it had fallen against it.
Okay. That explained the noise. But Jeremy’s voice?
My eyes darted back to Sophia. She stirred in her sleep, hugging the bear tighter.
“Dada,” she murmured in her sleep, and my heart shattered all over again.
And then it hit me.
The bear.
I dropped to my knees beside her crib, hands trembling as I reached for it. Pressed it.
“I love you forever.”
My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might collapse.
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Jeremy’s voice… It was coming from the bear.
“Oh God,” I sobbed, clutching the bear to my chest. “Oh God, Jeremy…”
I sat on the couch, staring at the bear like it might come to life.
I had no memory of buying this. Had someone given it to Sophia?
And then I remembered. A week ago, we had celebrated Sophia’s second birthday. My mother-in-law, Gloria, had given her this bear.
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“Look what Grandma got you!” I had said, trying to sound cheerful despite the ache in my chest. Another birthday without Jeremy.
I had barely looked at it at the time. It was just another stuffed animal.
But now? Now I needed answers. So I called Gloria.
She picked up on the second ring. “Kelly, hi, sweetie! Everything okay?”
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I gripped the bear tighter. “Did you know this thing plays Jeremy’s voice?”
Silence.
Then, a quiet, almost hesitant, “Oh… did it finally play?”
My stomach twisted. “Finally? What do you mean FINALLY?”
Gloria sighed. “I was wondering when you’d hear it.”
I sat up straighter. “Gloria. What did you do?”
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“Kelly, please,” her voice wavered. “Just let me explain…”
“Explain what?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Explain why you thought it was okay to… to…”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Gloria showed up an hour later, looking almost nervous. She sat across from me, hands folded, eyes scanning my face.
“I just… I thought it would help,” she said softly.
I placed the bear between us. “Help who?”
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She exhaled. “Sophia. And you.”
I stared at her.
“Kelly,” she reached across the table, taking my hand. “Every time Sophia asks about her daddy… every time I see you trying to explain… it breaks my heart.”
“And you don’t think this breaks mine?” My voice cracked. “To hear his voice again, out of nowhere?”
Gloria swallowed. “After Jeremy died, I kept thinking about how Sophia would never know her dad’s voice. So I took a recording from your wedding video. You remember his vows?”
My throat closed.
“‘I love you forever,'” she whispered.
Oh my God.
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“I remember,” I choked out. “He… he practiced those vows for weeks. Said he had to get them perfect…”
She clasped her hands together. “I had it sewn into the bear before her birthday. I wanted her to have a piece of him. To know he’s always with her.”
I blinked hard, staring at the table, my mind spinning.
She had meant well. I knew that. But I felt so blindsided.
“Gloria,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You should have told me.”
“I know,” she admitted with a fragile smile. “I just… I didn’t want to upset you.”
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“Upset me?” I laughed bitterly. “I thought I was going crazy. I thought… for a moment, I thought he was…”
“Alive?” Gloria finished softly. “Oh, sweetheart…”
She moved around the table, pulling me into her arms as I broke down.
“I miss him so much,” I sobbed. “Every single day…”
“I know,” she stroked my hair. “He would be so proud of you, Kelly. So proud of how you’re raising Sophia.”
I didn’t know what to say.
I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t relieved. I was just… overwhelmed.
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That night, I sat in Sophia’s room, watching her sleep. The bear was in my lap. My fingers traced the soft fabric as I stared at my little girl — the daughter Jeremy never got to meet.
She looked so much like him. The same curve to her nose, the same dimple when she smiled, and the same sparkling blue eyes.
“You would have loved her so much,” I whispered into the darkness. “She’s perfect, Jeremy. Just perfect.”
I pressed the bear one last time as a familiar voice filled the room and my heart:
“I love you forever.”
A lump formed in my throat. I wiped my eyes quickly, swallowing down the ache.
I missed him.
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Sophia stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Mama?”
“Hey, baby girl,” I whispered, reaching to stroke her cheek.
“Bear?” She reached for the teddy.
I handed it to her, watching as she pressed it to her chest. Jeremy’s voice filled the room again.
“That’s your daddy,” I told her, my voice thick with tears. “He loves you so, so much.”
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“Dada?” She looked at the bear with wide eyes, then back at me.
“Yes, sweetheart. That’s Dada.”
She hugged the bear tighter, closing her eyes. “Love Dada.”
And for so long, I thought I had lost everything. But here, in my daughter’s arms, was a piece of him.
I leaned down and kissed Sophia’s forehead.
“You’ll always have him with you, my sweet girl,” I whispered. “Always.”
The grief was still there. It always would be.
But for the first time in a long, long time… I didn’t feel so alone.
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