I Discovered My Fiancé Was Cheating Days Before Our Wedding

I had a small cactus on my desk, and every Monday, I’d find it just a bit more shriveled than the week before. I started suspecting someone was overwatering it as a prank. I installed a hidden camera and found it wasn’t just one person—it was five different people, all watering my cactus “to help me out” because they thought it looked “lonely.” Turns out they were in a friendly competition to see who could make it flourish the most, without telling me, and accidentally caused it to wither from over-love.
When my coworker Lisa found out I was named in our old manager’s will, she smiled that kind of tight, fake smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. “Wow,” she said, “if he wanted to give money, he should’ve done it for someone with kids.” I laughed it off, but something in her tone stuck with me. The next week, I noticed she had taken it upon herself to “casually” mention the inheritance during lunch with the team—twisting it like I’d somehow manipulated our manager or cozied up for personal gain. We were friends for decades! Whispers started and tension filled the air.
The next day, Lisa did something that really crossed the line. She started using the shared office calendar to schedule fake “budgeting meetings” with titles like “Actual Responsibilities (aka kids)” and “Family Needs First,” making sure they were public so everyone could see. It was petty, passive-aggressive, and honestly kind of pathetic. But it worked—people took the hint, and the tension got worse. The thing is, I won’t apologize for how I live. I built a relationship with our manager based on trust and respect, and I’m not giving up something meaningful just because it doesn’t fit into Lisa’s idea of who deserves what. If anything, her bitterness just confirms it was never about fairness—it was about control.
For months, I found love letters and small gifts on my desk from a “secret admirer.” I was flattered...until I learned they were left by my married coworker. When I confronted him, he blushed and confessed they were for himself—to keep his spirits up after his wife left him.
There was a guy on my team, Matt, who loved being the “funny one.” He’d roast people in meetings, make sarcastic comments, all that. At first it was harmless, but over time, it started crossing lines. One day, he made a joke about my typo in a report, and everyone laughed, including my boss.
The next day, I corrected one of his errors during a presentation, gently, and the room went quiet. Later that day, I got a Teams message from Matt saying, “Wow, guess you got your revenge.” That’s when it hit me—some people love to dish it out, but can’t handle the smallest bit back.
Our office was giving out new ergonomic chairs, and one of my coworkers wanted one so badly, she stole mine while I was in the bathroom. I found her sitting at her desk with my new chair, her old one under my desk, and her expression completely neutral. When I pointed it out, she claimed it “came with her job title.”
When I started working at this new job, I was just trying to lay low and learn the ropes. But man, this place was full of drama and gossip. Within the first week, I already knew who hated who, and there was even gossip about two coworkers secretly dating but “not officially admitting it.” It was like walking into a live taping of The Office, but with more side-eyes and passive-aggressive emails. I didn’t pay much attention to it—until I started noticing people whispering whenever I walked by. At first, I thought I had food on my shirt or something, but the weird looks didn’t stop.
Then one morning, I got an email from HR with the subject line: “Immediate Action Required.” My stomach dropped. The message said they’d received an anonymous complaint about an “inappropriate workplace relationship” involving me. I literally laughed out loud—I hadn’t even gone to lunch with anyone yet! I scheduled a meeting, completely confused, and when I asked what this was about, the HR rep just raised an eyebrow and said, “We’re not here to judge—just to ensure professionalism.” Turns out, the office rumor mill had decided I was half of the mysterious secret couple. I’ve never regretted eating lunch alone more in my life.
I noticed my new coworker was starting to copy everything I did. I wore black on Monday; she wore black on Tuesday. I started taking my coffee black; she dropped her creamer the next day. It went from quirky to creepy fast—she even started repeating my phrases in meetings.
When I brought it up to her, she told me, “It’s just that you’re so good at everything; I thought I’d learn by doing everything exactly the way you do.” I later found out she was reporting back to HR, saying I was “imitating” her work to “undermine” her confidence.
I started receiving “anonymous” tips about my performance, critiquing my outfits and word choices. Finally, I discovered my coworker had been leaving them, claiming they were “sourced from feedback she’d gathered.” When I asked why, she said, “I thought you’d appreciate proactive feedback.”
Our coworker Tasha decided to do a 5-day juice cleanse. She labeled all her juices in the shared fridge with “DO NOT TOUCH OR I WILL CRY,” and on Day 2, she started snapping at anyone who had solid food near her. By Day 3, she was pacing the office like a caged animal.
Then, mid-meeting, she dramatically stood up, said, “This place should support employees better! How am I supposed to focus when everyone’s eating donuts and cookies?” Then she stormed out in the most dramatic way possible. A few hours later, she was in the break room eating a burrito like nothing ever happened. After that, she went right back to being her sweet, lovable self. To this day, we still talk about “the burrito incident” whenever someone loses it at work.
I kept getting unsolicited “advice” from a coworker who wasn’t even in my department. When I finally asked why, she revealed that her boss had assigned her to secretly “mentor” me to help me “succeed.” I’d had no idea, and neither had my manager!
I started noticing that every time I arrived at work, my coworker was already parked in the spot right next to mine, waiting for me. Then she’d follow me into the building, keeping an odd silence. Finally, I asked her about it, and she casually explained she’d been “monitoring” my arrival time because she felt I was “cutting it too close to 9 AM.” She had even compiled a spreadsheet.
When I reported it, she claimed it was a “team-building accountability tool.” HR had to give a company-wide statement about respecting personal space.
My coworker Eli loved being “the problem solver.” Anytime there was drama, he’d insert himself, mediating arguments, volunteering to “handle it,” all that. Everyone thought he was just helpful... until one day, a manager accidentally forwarded a private email thread.
Turns out, Eli had been starting most of the conflicts he “solved.” He’d tell one person someone said something about them, wait for the fallout, then swoop in as the peacekeeper. When confronted, he just said, “Well, at least I fixed it.” He left a month later for a job in “conflict resolution.” You can’t make that up.
I spent days preparing a presentation, but the morning of the meeting, my coworker started presenting the same topic ahead of me. When I asked her why, she said she thought my slides were just “ideas for her own presentation.” She hadn’t even bothered to change my name on one of the slides.
So if you thought your office drama was bad, think again. The petty feuds, silent power plays, and eyebrow-raising antics you’ve read here are just the warm-up act. Some coworkers don’t just stir the pot, they flip the whole table. Ready to see what true chaos looks like when professionalism goes out the window? Don’t miss this other article we’ve prepared.