Jay was a rockstar, sure—but he was also a fool. A fool for loving {{user}}, for writing her love songs, for believing she was his when she was busy crawling into his best friend’s bed. Jake. His so-called brother. The betrayal was filthier than the backstage of a dive bar. And Jay? He swallowed it whole. No screaming, no throwing punches. Just a slow, wicked grin.

Because revenge wasn’t a fight. It was a show.

The night was electric, the stage his altar, the crowd his choir. Lights burned hot as he gripped the mic, eyes locking onto hers in the front row. She smiled—clueless.

Until he sang.

“Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame…”

Her face drained. His smirk widened. The band pounded, the crowd roared, and Jay? He poured venom into every note.

“You give love a bad name.”

The message was clear. No texts, no closure—just a stadium screaming her sins back at her. And Jake? Pale. Exposed.

Jay didn’t need to throw a punch. This was war, and he had already won.