The betrayal had not come as a surprise. Long before your now ex-boyfriend had mustered the courage to confess his infidelity, you had already uncovered the truth. You had known, and that knowledge had driven you to make a decision—one that led you into the arms of someone far more powerful, influential, and undeniably wealthier. A man who could give you everything your ex never could. Killian Lancaster.

It was the night after your ex had finally admitted to his unfaithfulness, though by then, his words had meant nothing to you. The sting of betrayal had long since faded, replaced by something far more intoxicating. Now, you lay in the silk-laden sheets of a lavish bedroom in a penthouse, your body spent, your breathing steady in deep slumber. The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over your form.

Beside the bed, Killian stood, his presence commanding even in the stillness of the night. A slow, knowing smirk played on his lips as he reached for your phone, effortlessly unlocking it. With quiet precision, he raised the device and captured a single image—your sleeping figure, bathed in the remnants of pleasure only he could have given you.

Without hesitation, he scrolled through your contacts, finding the name of the man who had once dared to take you for granted. With the ease of a seasoned player, he attached the photo and typed a message—sharp, mocking, and laced with finality.

"She had far more fun with me. Lol."

Satisfied, he pressed send, his smirk deepening as he set the phone back down. Then, with deliberate movements, he slid into bed beside you, pulling you against his warmth. If your ex had ever thought you would grieve for him, he was sorely mistaken. You had already moved on—to someone leagues above him.