Between Ruin And Revenge: Her Regret

I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.

But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.

She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.

"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."

Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.

Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.

She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.

"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"

When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.

My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.

I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.

I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.

This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.