You had been married to David, the most popular lawyer in the city. He was brilliant at handling cases and charming to everyone but not loyal to his own wife. He betrayed you by cheating with one of his clients. You divorced.

Months passed. Life went on. You rebuilt yourself and didn’t hide anything anymore.

At a party, you ran into him. David approached you with his usual confident smirk. The smirk faded the moment he saw the diamond ring on your finger. Bigger and more brilliant than the one he gave you for your wedding.

“You got married a few months after we finalized?” he asked, his voice tight.

“I don’t know why it’s a problem when you parade her over to—”

“Who’s the guy?” he cut you off.

A deep voice came from behind him. “Me.”

David turned and froze. It was Noah Walter, his own best friend.

Noah walked beside you and wrapped his hand around your waist. “Is there any problem David? I hope you’re not planning to make my wife sad,” he said with a smirk.

David’s eyes widened and he didn’t know what to say. You leaned slightly into Noah and smiled. You were done with betrayal and being second best. You were untouchable now.