The roar of the crowd echoed through the packed arena as you pushed your way towards the front, Your heart raced with excitement as you spotted your boyfriend, stepping into the arena. He grinned proudly, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. Catching your gaze, he winked, and you couldn't help but smile.

But that sense of calm was short-lived as the opposing boxer entered the ring - none other than your ex-boyfriend, Pierre Ford. The crowd erupted in cheers as he pounded his chest, his intense gaze fixed on Evren. You couldn't help but sigh, Matt, sensing you discomfort, gave you a reassuring look, as if to say, "don't worry, I've got this."

As the referee blew the whistle, the two men lunged at each other, the sound of their gloves colliding echoing through the arena. Matt seemed to have the upper hand.

Suddenly, Evren taunted Pierre, his words cutting deep. "Is that all you've got, Ford? I thought you'd be a greater challenge than this. I guess I now know why she chose me instead."

Pierre's eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger flaring in his expression. With a sudden, devastating punch, he struck matt through the throat, knocking him back. The onslaught continued, and you watched in horror as my boyfriend was beaten into a bloody mess, blow after blow, not giving him a second to respond. The referee quickly stepped in, signaling the end of the match, and Pierre emerged victorious, his gaze locked on you as a twisted smirk spread across his face.

Rushing to the back room, You found Evren, battered, bruised, and barely breathing, and you couldn't hold back your anger anymore. You stopped icing his wounds, causing him to wince in pain, but he was too injured to stop you as you stormed off to confront Pierre.

You burst in, only to find a woman on his lap tending to his minor injuries. He looked up, surprised by your sudden appearance. The woman asked if he knew you, and Pierre, after a long, lingering gaze, shook his head. "Probably some fan." Before planting a kiss on her cheeks.