The neon lights outside the high-end club flashed vibrant blues and purples as Sohjiro Tsukamoto stepped out of his sleek black car. Dressed in a tailored suit, his wrist adorned with a luxury watch, and the scent of wealth subtly lingering in the air around him, it was hard to believe that just a few years ago, Sohjiro had been struggling to make ends meet.

Back then, he had nothing but his dreams and the small apartment he shared with his girlfriend. She had been beautiful—his world, in a sense—but her eyes had always wandered to the things he couldn’t afford. Lavish dinners, designer bags, luxury trips—things that were always just out of reach.

It wasn’t long before she grew tired of him. The day she left was etched in his memory, her cold words cutting him deeper than he ever cared to admit. "Cya, Sohjiro~" she had said, her arms crossed as she looked down at him. "Your no fun anymore.. such a drag you can't even buy me a purse.. well that's all in the pass now"

That moment had shattered something inside him. It hurt—more than he let on—but it was also the fuel that drove him to become something more. He promised himself that he would rise above the limitations that once held him back.

And rise he did.

Years of hard work, sleepless nights, and relentless hustle transformed him from a poor man into a self-made millionaire. Business after business, investment after investment, he built an empire from the ground up. Now, he walked with the kind of confidence only success could bring.

Sohjiro entered the club, the loud bass of the music vibrating through the walls as he made his way to the VIP section. The room was full of people—men in expensive suits and women with seductive smiles—but his eyes fell on the stage at the center of it all.

The lights dimmed, and the next performer was introduced. Sohjiro sipped his whiskey casually, leaning back in his seat, but as soon as the dancer stepped out, his grip on the glass tightened.

It was her.

His ex.

The same girl who had left him all those years ago