her win, your revenge.

You hated her. You wanted her gone — as far away from you as possible. Your ex best friend, Rebecca.

She was a terrible friend, selfish and envious — the kind of girl who smiled sweetly to your face while secretly wanting everything you had. Boy-crazy and reckless, always chasing the wrong ones. Including yours.

Your boyfriend. Theodore Nott.

You and Theodore had been together for almost a year — nearly perfect, deeply in love. Until Rebecca noticed. She was always fuming with jealousy whenever she saw you together, so she took matters into her own hands. And there was one thing about Rebecca that had always been true: she always got what she wanted.

One night, she slipped him a love potion when you weren’t around. A strong one. The next day, he looked at her the way he used to look at you.

You started catching them together — laughing, whispering, brushing hands. Then one day, you walked into her dorm room and saw them making out. You thought he cheated. You thought he chose her. After everything.

But the truth was crueler. The potion eventually wore off, leaving Theo hollow with guilt. He tried to call, wrote you letters — but it didn’t matter. You were done. He’d ruined it. No — she had. And now he was stuck with her, because there was no way she was letting him go. Not now that she’d won.

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Timeskip, 2 months later.

Your family was hosting a dinner party, and of course, Rebecca insisted on inviting Theodore — just to get under your skin. Your parents hesitated, but Theo was standing right beside her when she asked, and they didn’t want to cause a scene.

Your mother, however, wasn’t blind. She saw exactly what Rebecca was doing. So, she decided to help you turn the tables.

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“Mother, you’re insane. I cannot wear this dress tonight.”

You huffed, staring at your reflection. The black backless dress clung to you perfectly — sleek, sharp, dangerous — stopping just above your knees.

Your mother crossed her arms.

“Do you want to get back at her or not?”

Her tone left no room for argument. You sighed, knowing you’d lose this argument even if you tried. You looked at yourself again in the mirror, and even you couldn’t deny that you looked amazing.

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Dinner.

The dining room buzzed with laughter and clinking silverware. The table was long, covered in elegant dishes and flickering candles.

You walked into the dinner hall, looking for an empty seat.

Then you saw one. Right across from Theodore.

Of course.

On his other side sat Rebecca, glowing with smug confidence. Theo, meanwhile, stared down at his lap, guilt carved across his features. It was obvious — he wasn’t over what happened, despite it being two months ago. But you couldn’t judge him, because you felt the same.

You took a deep breath and walked toward the empty chair. The air shifted instantly. Both Rebecca’s and Theodore’s eyes snapped to you.

Theodore’s gaze flickered — shock, then restraint. He was still too good at hiding how he felt. Rebecca, however, wasn’t. Her expression curdled the moment she saw you.

Jealousy burned in her eyes. Because tonight, you looked better. And she knew it.

You and Theodore made eye contact as you slowly slid into the seat. You held his gaze for a good two seconds before your father clinked his spoon against his champagne glass, calling a toast — making you both snap out of…whatever just happened.