Growing up, I was always in the background, the quiet friend. Sarah, my best friend, was the opposite—confident, popular, and constantly praised for her achievements. No matter how hard I worked, I never seemed to get the same recognition. Sarah just seemed to coast through life, effortlessly getting everything she wanted.
One day, she told me she had landed a huge promotion at her dream company. But there was a catch—she’d lied on her resume, exaggerating her qualifications. She laughed about it, saying she’d fake it until she made it. I pretended to be happy for her, but inside, something snapped. After years of being overlooked, this was the breaking point.
I decided to take control. I sent an anonymous email to her company, exposing the lies on her resume. Weeks went by, and Sarah remained excited about the promotion, completely unaware of what I had done. She was making plans for her new role, talking about her bright future, while I quietly waited.
Then, one day, she called me in tears. The company had found out about her lies and revoked the offer. She was devastated, and I acted like the supportive friend, listening to her cry. But inside, I felt a quiet satisfaction. After years of living in her shadow, I had finally evened the playing field.
And the best part? She’ll never know it was me.
