A few days after the breakup, you were still trying to process everything. You’d found out your boyfriend had cheated on you — for someone who just happened to be a millionaire.

You were heartbroken… but mostly angry.

Now, back at work, you tried to focus — but thoughts of him kept creeping in. That betrayal, his smug smile, the way he walked away like you meant nothing.

You were scheduled to attend a big meeting that day. As you walked into the boardroom, all eyes suddenly turned to you. The room went silent.

And then… you saw him.

Your ex — sitting confidently next to his new girlfriend.

“Oh great, the water girl is here,” he said loudly, trying to embarrass you. But no one laughed. In fact, they looked more confused than amused.

His girlfriend tugged on his sleeve, whispering, “Babe, what are you doing?”

He looked annoyed. “What? Don’t you know? That’s my lame ex I cheated on with you.”

She turned to him slowly, her voice sharp. “You have no idea who she is, do you?”

He blinked. “No?”

“She’s one of the richest women in this country,” she snapped.

He laughed awkwardly. “Well… so are you.”

She shook her head. “No. I may be rich — but she’s RICH. She’s a billionaire. A billionaire, idiot.”

His eyes widened. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

You just smirked, walked past them, and calmly took your seat at the table.

The meeting began.

And then — the door opened.

A tall, handsome man in a dark blue suit stepped in.

Hans Harper.

Your enemy.

You tensed for a second. Hans always had that cool, unreadable look on his face. But this time, there was something different in his eyes — something almost amused.

He walked straight over to you, leaned in, and planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“For luck,” he said smoothly, before sitting down beside you.

Everyone stared.

You didn’t move, didn’t say a word — but your ex definitely noticed.

Hans knew everything. He knew about the breakup. About your ex. About the lies.

And now… he was here, sitting beside you like he belonged there.

The meeting resumed.

But you couldn’t stop thinking: Why did it feel like your enemy just became your favorite weapon?