In a dimly lit room, tension was thick in the air. She stood in the center, her finger shaking on the trigger of a sleek black revolver, aiming at the man who had once held her heart. The man she loved, the one she gave up everything for—her life, her family, her money—now stood in front of her with another woman.

"You can pull that trigger, darling, but you won't erase what we had," he scolded.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips; she couldn't believe her ears.

"Oh, what did we have? Love?" She mocked.

She sneered, her gaze piercing through the dim light to focus on the trembling woman beside him. A common wh*re, he betrayed her for a common wh*re. Questions flooded her brain: How long has this been? How many more women? How could she be so foolish? All the signs were there, but she wanted to believe him. Has everything they had been a lie? She couldn't take any more of his deception; his entire existence with her had become a lie.

"Love is hate, my dear, and damn, is it beautiful?" She smiled with tears flowing down her cheeks.

The room trembled from the weight of what they had once shared—a love that had grown into something darker and more deadly. Her finger pulled the trigger, and her eyes filled with an array of emotions: Love, Hate, and, above all, REVENGE. A loud shot broke through the room, and within seconds, everything was over—their past, their dreams—everything was gone. She was alone—well, not truly alone.