His Deepfake Revenge Backfired I Sent My Popular Boyfriend to Jail

When I walked back from the restroom, I sat back down at our dining hall table. I instantly noticed Austin’s face had gone completely cold. Wasn’t he perfectly fine just a second ago? I reached out, gently took his hand, and asked, "Hey, what's wrong?" The next second, Austin coldly yanked his hand away. He swiped my phone across the table, sliding it right in front of my face. His voice was dripping with anger, like he was trying to hold back a volcanic eruption. "What the hell is this?" I leaned in to look. The screen showed order screenshots from an official website. One was the massage chair I bought for my mom, and the other was a $300 Lego set I bought for my little brother, Leo, on Amazon. Not realizing how serious he was taking this, I felt a spark of annoyance. "Were you snooping through my phone?" Austin ignored my question entirely. He tapped the screen aggressively, his fingernails making sharp clicking sounds. "I’m your boyfriend! Of course I can look at your phone! Why don't you explain these two orders first?!" I was thoroughly confused. "What about them?" The next second, Austin went off like a firecracker. He slammed my phone down on the table. Completely ignoring the students walking back and forth in the dining hall, he started shouting at me. "Seven hundred dollars in total?! Do you think money just grows on trees? I was wondering where your paychecks went for the past two months. You threw it all away on this?!" "Harper, do you even care about me? And to think I actually thought you were working so hard just to surprise me with those designer sneakers I’ve been drooling over!" "Your mom is over fifty! What does she need a massage chair for? It’s a complete waste! Even my own mom doesn't have one! How could you just spend that money? And your brother—what kind of toy costs three hundred dollars? I didn't know I was dating a family cash cow!" I was completely stunned by his outburst. I just sat there, staring at him, unable to believe my ears. Austin was a senior, a popular guy on campus known for being witty and charming. We had been together for six months, and he had been incredibly attentive, almost like the perfect boyfriend. Yet today, he was screaming these horrible things at me. Seeing me frozen, Austin seemed to think he had successfully guilt-tripped me. He let out a long sigh and spoke in a patronizing, gentle tone. He reached over to wrap his arms around me. "Look, babe. Just cancel the orders. Why are you buying them such expensive things anyway? Your mom has lived her whole life without a massage chair, she'll survive. See? My mom doesn't have one either." The next second, I shoved him away. I looked at him, completely disgusted. "Oh, so your mom doesn't have one because you're too cheap to buy her one. What does that have to do with my mom? I wanted to buy my mom a gift, so I did. Did I use a single penny of your money? Why the hell are you barking at me?" Austin looked at me in absolute shock. "What do you mean 'not my money'? We’re dating! When you're in a relationship, your finances are supposed to be joint!" I was actually laughed out loud by his ridiculous logic. I slammed my fork onto the table, stood up, and walked out. Behind me, seeing my attitude, Austin screamed at the top of his lungs, losing his mind. "Don't you fucking regret this, Harper!"Within three days, the news of our silent treatment had spread across the entire campus. Austin was handsome and highly popular. Over the next few days, he kept posting vague hints on his Snapchat stories, letting everyone know he was "essentially single." I knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to force me to crawl back and apologize. Too bad for him, I don’t do crawling. While he left his posts vague, I went ahead and cleared my social media. I posted a direct Snapchat story stating I was officially single. That finally broke Austin’s patience. After a week of cold war, I was sitting at my desk in my dorm room one evening, catching up on a show. Suddenly, my roommate, Chloe, ripped open her bed curtains and screamed at me. "Harper! Quick, look out the window!" Confused, I got up and pulled back the balcony curtain. I nearly fainted at the sight. Austin had ordered dozens of roses and arranged them in a giant heart shape on the lawn below my dorm. He had lit candles all around it and was sitting right in the middle, surrounded by a massive crowd of onlookers. My dorm was on the second floor, directly facing the spot. The moment I opened the curtain, he saw me. Austin immediately picked up a megaphone and spoke with deep, dramatic emotion. "My beautiful Harper. After being apart these past few days, I realize I cannot lose you. I wrote this song for you, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." The backing track started playing, and he began to sing. My skin crawled from the sheer cringe of it, but at the same time, I felt a small, foolish spark of hope. After all, I really did love Austin. We had been together for months, and he had genuinely treated me like a princess. I had never been desperate for love, but Austin’s sweet, attentive care had been hard to resist. So, I walked downstairs. As soon as I appeared, the crowd of students started cheering and hooting. I had to admit, Austin was incredibly good-looking, especially his eyes. The moment he saw me, he stood up, pulled me into his arms, and whispered softly, "Oh, Harper, babe. Let's stop fighting, okay? It was all my fault. I shouldn't have ignored you. I’ve reflected on everything, and I promise I’ll never raise my voice at you again." As he finished, the crowd began chanting. "Forgive him! Forgive him! Forgive him!" My face flushed red under the peer pressure. I smiled and nodded, signaling that the fight was over. Austin let out a triumphant laugh and hugged me tightly. I genuinely believed he had realized his mistake this time. But... it was all a delusion. Later that night, I was lying in my bed. Austin had texted saying he was going to take a shower, so I decided to browse some online forums. Suddenly, a thread caught my eye: *Is it worth spending money on your girlfriend? And how do you make her willingly spend her money on you?* Curious, I clicked on it. The top-voted comment was from an account with a tiger avatar. "I have the most experience with this," the comment read. "My girlfriend was working like crazy at a part-time job recently. I thought she was going to buy me something nice since I pay for almost everything in our daily lives." "But to my absolute shock, the second she got paid, she spent $700 buying useless junk for her mom and her brother! Without saying a single word to me!" "Keep in mind, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I skimp and save just so I can take her out for boba, movies, and trips. And she goes and stabs me in the back like this. When I tried to talk to her calmly, she threw a fit, went cold, and tried to force a breakup." "Heh, but I’m not letting her off that easy! Brothers, watch me. I’m going to make sure she pays back every single cent!" Below his post, tons of users were replying, asking him what his plan was. A cold dread began to pool in my stomach. I scrolled down to see the user's reply. "I bought some flowers and candles to stage a romantic apology. Since it's the end of the month, I’m going to play the broke card. I’ll tell her I spent my last dime on this apology. She’s got cash now, so there's no way she won't transfer me some money." At that moment, my fingers went completely numb. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head. With trembling hands, I opened my Snapchat chat with Austin. "Hey babe, by the way, how much did all those flowers cost tonight?" My heart was pounding in my chest. I bit my lip, staring at the screen, praying with everything I had. *Please don't let it be him...* A second later, Austin replied. "Not expensive at all, babe. Don't worry about me." I immediately followed up. "Do you need me to Venmo you some cash for it?" Austin replied almost instantly. "No way, babe! I would never let my girl support me!" I let out a long breath, my heart finally settling back into my chest. *How could it be Austin? I’m just overthinking.* Over the next few days, we acted as if the fight had never happened. We went right back to normal. I tried testing him a few more times, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I let my suspicions go. Over the weekend, Austin invited me to a double date with his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. I didn't think twice about it. I put on my prettiest sundress and went. Before we arrived, Austin specifically whispered to me, "Babe, let me do the talking. I want to look good in front of my roommate." The moment we met up, his roommate, Tyler, nudged Austin with a smirk. "Not bad, bro. You finally brought her out." Austin wrapped his arm around my shoulder, grinning proudly. "Of course. Look at how well I take care of my girl. I buy her thousands of dollars in skincare, pay for her nails, her hair... Unlike you, who won't spend a dime on your girl. No wonder my girl is ten times hotter." Tyler rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." As soon as Austin said those words, the girl standing next to Tyler—Tiffany—had her expression instantly sour. A guy might not have noticed the subtle shift in the air, but I did. And honestly, I was furious. When had he ever bought me thousands of dollars in skincare? He practically winced whenever I bought facial cleanser. And nails? Hair? He had never paid for any of it! I finally realized why Austin told me to keep my mouth shut. But since I had promised him, I could only stand there with a strained, polite smile. They decided we should all go to the movies. I didn't object. But as we approached the ticket counter, Austin suddenly looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Babe... I’m completely broke. I spent my entire allowance buying those flowers to make up with you. Do you think... you could cover the movie tickets? Just think of it as a loan, and I'll pay you back." I froze. I stared at him, my eyes wide with confusion. "Wait, what?" Austin looked frantic, grabbing my hand as if he were incredibly embarrassed. "Babe, please don't be mad! I promise I'll check my bank account next time. I would never make you pay, but I literally have zero dollars right now. Babe, can you please just cover it this once? Treat it as a loan, okay?" Austin’s voice wasn't quiet. The people standing around us and the girl working the ticket counter heard every single word. Tiffany, the roommate’s girlfriend, sneered instantly, as if she had finally caught me red-handed. She whispered loudly to Tyler: "She looks so pretty, but she's actually just a total gold digger! Babe, this is literally Gold Digger Prime. Thank God I'm not like that." Before I could even process being humiliated like this, the girl at the counter gave me an impatient glare. "Are you buying or not? There’s a line behind you." With everyone staring, I had no choice but to swipe my card with a burning, cold face. Because the movie was starting right away, I had to sit through the entire two hours swallowing my suffocating rage. During the film, Austin kept whispering in my ear. "Babe, are you mad at me?" "Babe, please don't be mad. It's just because I'm poor. I'll work three jobs if I have to, just to give you the lifestyle you deserve." "I'm so sorry, babe. It's all my fault for spending everything on those flowers yesterday." The people in the rows around us kept turning their heads to stare at us. It was so humiliating that I finally snapped at him to shut up and that I wasn't mad. The moment the credits rolled, I stood up to leave. Austin tried to grab my arm, but Tiffany pulled him back. "Austin, why do you even bother? Being with a girl like her is a waste of your pure heart! A gold digger like her doesn't deserve you. Gold Digger Prime is just too toxic." And Austin, my dear, loving boyfriend, simply offered a sad, heroic smile. "It's fine. I love her." He didn't defend me. Not even a single word.