Part 1The Breakup Game

The day my childhood sweetheart and I had our worst fight, he slapped me across the face for the girl he loved.

In return, I exploded and broke three of his ribs.

He screamed for a divorce, but I refused.

I thought we’d be stuck in this stalemate forever.

But karma comes fast.

Three months later, I fell hard for a sweet, innocent younger guy.

He started chasing me for a title.

So, I had to drag that familiar number out of my blocklist.

When I called, a chirpy female voice answered:

"Sarah, it's too late. Even if you come crawling back like a dog, Luke won't even look at you."

Facing her provocation, I said calmly, "Tell Luke I want a divorce."

The next second, the phone was snatched away, followed by a rustling noise, and then Luke's voice, trembling with suppressed rage.

He said, "Sarah, you wouldn't dare."

* * *

The year I hated Luke the most.

I hit the girl he loved most, and he slapped me back, demanding a divorce.

For years, all he ever said was that I should learn to be obedient, to be gentle like Chloe.

This was the first time he brought up divorce.

I didn't agree. I pinned him to the floor, broke three of his ribs, and choked him until he passed out before he could say another word.

Before Luke's eyes rolled back, I left him with these final words: "Divorce? Not a chance. You want to drive me crazy? Then deal with the consequences. Chloe will be the mistress forever, and you both will live in my shadow for the rest of your lives."

Back then, I had a whole plan mapped out to torture them until death do us part.

I hold grudges. Once I bite, I don't let go.

Three years of marriage. Luke turned me from a bride full of hope into a lunatic.

That couple ruined me. I swore I’d spend my life making sure they never knew peace.

I even bought property outside the city for a long-term war.

But fate never tells you what's coming next.

I thought I'd be seeking revenge on Luke forever.

But on the third day...

I found a starving Liam collapsed on my doorstep.

At the time, I heard Luke had woken up in the hospital, cursing me out to a room full of visitors.

I excitedly put on my makeup, picked my most stunning red dress, and prepared to go enrage him further.

But the moment I stepped out the gate, I tripped over a large, human-shaped object.

Dazed, I turned him over and saw a young face.

Liam had his luggage stolen, worked as a temp unloading cargo at a supermarket, and got scammed out of three days' pay. He was delirious with hunger.

In his daze, his hand grabbed the hem of my dress.

I saw his lips moving and leaned in closer.

Then I heard his faint, gasping voice: "Mom..."

...

After a long silence, I couldn't help but ask, "...What?"

No response. He had passed out from hunger.