Months passed, and with time, the raw pain of betrayal dulled. He told himself he had moved on, convinced himself that the past was behind him. He went out more, met new people, and even started dating again. But every time he looked at another girl, he saw glimpses of her—her smile, the way she laughed, the way she used to say his name.
No matter how hard he tried, she lingered like a shadow, refusing to let go.
It wasn't that he still loved her. No, he had buried those feelings deep. What haunted him was the way she had discarded him so effortlessly, as if he had never mattered at all. And that thought alone burned inside him like a slow, smoldering fire.
One night, as he stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his room, a thought struck him. A dangerous, intoxicating thought.
What if he came back into her life?
Not as himself—but as someone new.
He had always been good with words, with disguises. It would be easy. A new name, a carefully crafted persona. He would weave his way back into her world, make her believe in something just as she had made him believe.
And when she finally fell, he would be there, waiting.
Revenge had never tasted so sweet.