The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that often made the city feel colder than usual. But inside the dimly lit apartment complex, something was about to break the silence.

She stepped out of her sleek black car, her delicate heels clicking sharply against the pavement. Usually, she was the picture of composure. But tonight, her chest tightened with a storm of emotions—hurt, betrayal, and a burning desire for justice.

Her boyfriend had cheated on her.

The thought churned in her mind as she made her way to the parking garage, each step heavier than the last. She had planned this carefully—revenge wasn’t just about anger; it was about sending a message. Her eyes scanned the rows of vehicles until she found it: a sleek motorcycle, the one she believed belonged to him. Without hesitation, she grabbed a heavy piece of metal debris nearby and slammed it down with all her strength. The screech of tearing metal and shattering plastic echoed through the space.

She was so caught in her fury that she didn’t notice the deep red color, the unique markings on the bike, or the faint traces of dirt that hinted at it being more than just a casual vehicle.

A voice broke through her haze.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She froze. Turning slowly, she met the gaze of Jason—his expression a mix of surprise and quiet fury. His hands were clenched at his sides.

“You smashed my bike,” he said, voice low but steady.