This is a good one, folks!

It’s a story that comes to us from Reddit and you better believe that the guy who wrote it was fed up with a fellow Marine who stepped over the line.

Check out how he got his revenge in the story below.

Mess with my wife, I’ll take your Rank!

“Back in 2013 I was transferred from Sunny San Diego to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.

I had been in the Marines for over 4 years and had been sent to a unit that would finally give me the chance to deploy to Afghanistan. In case you don’t know, before your unit deploys overseas, you have a mountain of classes and training to get done which starts around 6 months or so prior to the date.

I had become close friends with Joe, who my senior most Corporal (I was the only Sergeant in my platoon), and we hung out all the time outside of work, we would BBQ, go to the gym, have parties with the families, etc. Well that fateful time comes and we get sent to the land of never-ending sand.

He knew something was off…

About 4 months in, I start to get a funny feeling that something was not right due to the lack of being able to talk to my wife on the phone or Facebook messenger. I do have a special skill that I honed from sneaking past my Vietnam veteran father who was very set in that bed time meant bed time, and not raid the fridge for snacks time; I am very quiet and you wont hear me coming unless I want you to.

One day, I came into our PEB (just a big container that housed around 8 people in it), and seen my wife’s face on the video chat of my best friend Joe, who didn’t hear me until I shut the door. I played it off like nothing and the rest of the deployment had moments just like this, where I would see or hear them talking and just take notes for my revenge.

Before things really got to me mentally, our time in the sandbox was coming to an end and we flew home. The homecoming was uneventful other than my 2 year old not realizing who I was for a few minutes, then it was happiness all around.

Just like before deploying, we have a mountain of classes after we get back to scan for TBI (Traumatic Brain Injuries), mental health awareness, certifications, etc., and nobody was exempt from completing the various death by powerpoint classes that were scheduled for that week.

Joe had some unusual habits…

Out of nowhere, Joe had random appointments almost every day or something would come up where it would have to leave while everyone else was stuck all day long at a class or at medical getting screened for everything under the sun.

Do you ever have the feeling that your gut is telling you, 100%, that something is going on, but your brain is like, no, stop being paranoid?

Well, that’s what I was dealing with on a daily basis.

I began to follow Joe a few days a week when he would leave work early or have to make a call, and sure enough, his car would be right outside my house every single time.

He had done his homework.

When I finally confronted Joe, he denied it up and down like I was going crazy, and genuinely made me feel like I was offending him by the accusations.

I quietly compiled the evidence and brought it all to the Battalion Sergeant Major, who if you don’t know, is the top of the food chain under the Battalion Commander.

After a week or so I get called into the Battalion Commander’s office to discuss his findings and to ask me what I want to happen; my answer is simple, I WANT HIS RANK!

Justice came swift and painful, Joe was awarded loss of rank, forfeiture of 1/2 months pay for two months, restriction and extra duties.

But things weren’t over yet.

Shortly after we came back to the states, Joe was promoted to Sergeant, and in less than a month, his rank was gone. I heard from mutual friends that he left his wife to be with his new girlfriend who is also pregnant with his third son. Oh and in case you’re wondering, I was trying to stay with my wife for my son, but I found that that was a huge mistake.

A few months after the dust settled, I was transferred back to San Diego to go on a cruise, and my wife and I were giving this our last shot. I went underway for two weeks and guess where she flies to his house, to have their last bit of time together!

After I found all of this out, I just lost any interest in being nice and making it work. I deployed on the ship, and actually met my new wife there. We’ve been together ever since, and I have been much happier than when I was being mentally tortured by my ex.

Moral of the story, don’t screw your best friends wife!”

Now let’s see how folks reacted.

This person had quite a story to tell.

Another reader has seen this before…

One Reddit user shared their own story.

And this person shared a wild story.

Sounds like this guy is better off with these people in his rear-view mirror.

Good riddance!

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