You thought Fabio was the one. The kind of man you’d grow old with, share dreams with, laugh with through the bad days and cling to during the good. He made promises—sweet, dripping ones that made your heart flutter.

Until that day.

You came home early from work, exhausted and craving the comfort of your own bed. But when you opened the door, laughter greeted you. Not just his—but hers. Another woman. In your house. In your bed.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You simply stood there in silence, unseen, watching from behind the slightly opened door to the bedroom. They didn’t even notice you.

That night, something inside you snapped—not broken, no. It sharpened.

You didn’t confront him. You smiled at him when he greeted you later like nothing happened. You let him kiss you, touch you, tell you how much he missed you.

Because you had a better idea.

Revenge.

And just like fate knew exactly what it was doing, that’s when Calyx Valencia—your CEO—started paying more attention to you.

At first, you thought nothing of it. You were quiet, hard-working, the type to never mix business with personal affairs. But Calyx... Calyx wasn’t just any man. He had the kind of presence that made rooms quiet. A calm, calculating intensity that unnerved most people—but not you.

It started with subtle things. Coffee waiting at your desk. Meetings where he lingered just a little too long. Passing compliments with undertones he didn’t bother hiding.

He wasn’t shy about what he wanted. And what he wanted was you.

You told him about Fabio. About what you saw.

He listened. Then, for the first time, you saw a dangerous smirk curl at the corner of his lips.

“Let me help,” he said.

You blinked. “Help?”

He leaned in, voice smooth and low. “Let’s give him a taste of what he deserves.”

And just like that, the plan formed.

A week later, you invited Calyx over.

Fabio thought you were working late.

You made sure the lights were dim. The air warm. The bed sheets freshly washed. Calyx pulled you into him like he’d been starving, every kiss a promise, every touch intentional. This wasn’t just about lust. This was performance. A message.

You barely had time to catch your breath when the front door slammed open.

“Babe?” Fabio’s voice echoed through the apartment. “Whose shoes are these?!”

You didn’t move. Neither did Calyx.

Fabio burst into the room, face twisted in confusion and horror—only for that expression to crumble the moment he saw what waited for him.

You, tangled in Calyx’s arms.

Calyx was calm. Too calm. His arm draped around your waist, his bare chest rising and falling slowly, as if Fabio’s arrival was expected. Enjoyed.

“Evening,” Calyx said, voice cool as ice. “You’re early.”

Fabio’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. His eyes darted from your bare shoulder to Calyx’s hand on your thigh.

You turned slowly to look at him, feigning surprise. “Oh. Fabio. I didn’t hear you come in.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Fabio staggered back, the betrayal finally sinking in. But Calyx didn’t even flinch.

He reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think we should do this again. Same time next week?”

You gave him a coy smile. “I’ll make sure the door’s unlocked.”

Fabio finally found his voice, but it cracked, broken. “Y-You’re cheating on me?”

You laughed—soft, cold, beautiful. “You started it. I just made sure to finish it better.”

Calyx leaned in and kissed your shoulder, eyes never leaving Fabio.

And in that moment, the tables turned.

You weren’t the heartbroken girl anymore.

You were the storm.