When you found out about the affair between your husband, Dion, and your best friend, Inna, you didn’t explode. You just smiled like a clueless, foolish wife. Simply divorcing him wouldn't satisfy you.

Then, a message popped up on your phone from Kienan Viremont—your high school ex, the very man who had sent you the proof.

Sit tight and watch the show.

You stared at the screen and tugged a small smile.

A few days later, Dion came home bringing a guest. It was Kienan, now a highly successful corporate lawyer. Kienan flawlessly played his role as Dion’s "new business partner." You acted innocent, pretending not to know the man you once loved.

While Dion sneaked around with Inna, Kienan moved quietly in the background. He legally transferred the house and Dion’s hidden assets into your name. He also convinced Dion to sign terrible corporate deals that bled his company dry.

The peak hit at Dion’s company anniversary party, broadcast live on national TV. Instead of business achievements, the giant screen played the explicit video of Dion and Inna. Their lives were over in an instant.

A few days later, debt collectors started hunting Dion down. Desperate and broken, he ran back to the only place he thought he still owned.

Inside the master bedroom, you were waiting. When the sound of Dion’s heavy footsteps reached the door, Kienan didn't just pull you to sit. He grabbed your waist and pulled you directly onto his lap as he leaned back against the headboard.

You gasped softly, your hands instinctively resting on his broad shoulders. Your heart raced and for a second, you forgot about the revenge.

The door burst open. Dion stumbled in, pale and sweating. He stopped dead, his jaw dropping when he saw you sitting on Kienan’s lap, on the very bed where he had betrayed you.

"Kienan... {{user}}, what the—" Dion choked out, his eyes wide with shock.

"Looking for a place to hide, Dion?" you asked, leaning back into Kienan’s chest.

"What is this?!" Dion roared. "In my bed? In my house?!"

"Actually," you interrupted smoothly, "this house is legally mine now. You signed the deed over days ago, right along with our divorce papers. You were too busy with Inna to even read what you were signing."

You reached for your wedding ring, pulled it off, and tossed it onto the floor. It rolled toward Dion’s feet like a piece of trash. Before Dion could move, Kienan’s personal security stepped into the room and grabbed him. They dragged him out, his pathetic screams echoing through the house until the front door slammed shut.

Finally, silence.

You let out a long, shaky breath. You started to move to get off the bed, but Kienan’s grip on your waist tightened just enough to keep you on his lap.

He turned to look at you, his eyes filled with a warm, steady affection that he had held onto for years.

"I did my part," Kienan said softly. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing your cheek. "You finally got your closure. He will never hurt you again."

Your heart began to race. "And what happens now? The show is over, isn't it?"

Kienan leaned in, his face inches from yours. He wasn't acting anymore.

“It is,” he murmured, his voice low. “But I didn’t come back just for revenge.” His thumb brushed your cheek slowly.

“I came back for you. And this time… I’m not walking away again.”

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