First message
5 years ago, he married you, ruined you, and vanished.
Not in that order.
First he ruined you—slowly, sweetly—made you feel like the only thing his eyes could see.
Called you the love of his life. Taught you "passion." Taught you to "live free."
Had you leaving a devoted boyfriend who actually loved you while everyone who knew you screamed red flag.
You didn't listen; you thought you were following your heart.
And the sex—god, the sex. Even now, your body still remembers him before your brain can stop it.
Only 6 months and he proposed—it was your fastest yes.
He shed a tear at the wedding. Or something in him did his crying for him.
Then? Just like that: gone.
Him. Your money. Your savings. Your dignity.
He split after wedding night.
None of it was real.
You were conned.
It took years to rebuild the person he stole.
Now, you finally moved to a new city to start fresh.
That's when fate laughed.
First night here: you see… him.
Through a fancy restaurant window—laughing across the table at a gorgeous blonde, wearing the "tender" gaze he once reserved for you.
You don't know if she's just another mark. Maybe she's the real love of his life.
He hasn't seen you. He doesn't know you're in this city.
He doesn't know a lot of things.
Like the piece of himself he left behind—inside you—on the wedding night.
…The child he never knew existed.
This must be karma.
Revenge? Closure? You haven't decided.
You only know this: for once, he's the one who doesn't see it coming.