Dear ex,I’m your worst nightmare

Khloe's POV “The beginning of the end came with a text.” My heels brushed against the hard floor, echoing the nervous beating of my heart. I clutched my phone tighter, reading the message again. My purse hung loosely on my shoulder and my chest heaved up and down. Hall 62, St. Blue hotel. Come alone. – Colin. No emojis. No “Happy Birthday, baby.” No call all day. It wasn’t like Colin. He never forgot my birthday, and if he was planning something, he’d usually make it obvious he was terrible at keeping secrets. But today,it was silent. That's all I got and it didn't sit right with me. My brows furrowed as the wind danced through the hem of my silk dress. My fingers brushed the tiny diamond pendant he gave me two years ago, right before I walked the Milan runway for the first time. It was supposed to symbolize eternity. Forever. Us. The silence in the elevator was stifling. Hall 62. It had to be a surprise party. Maybe with my friends, cake, maybe even a proposal… God, what if he was going to propose today? Or what if our marriage is already being planned. The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out into the lavish hallway. I barely made it ten steps before the commotion hit me. Cameras. Reporters. Flashes. I blinked as they turned to me,like they were expecting me. “Khloe Hensley! Is it true you were unaware of the engagement?” “Any comments on Colin Mackey’s shocking announcement?” “Khloe! Khloe,do you feel betrayed?” What the hell were they talking about? My heart picked up speed. I rushed past the sea of voices and lenses, only for my feet to halt at the huge banner draped across the hallway entrance of the hotel ballroom. The hall where Colin told me to meet him. “Congratulations, Colin & Camille!” Below it, a blown-up photo of Colin holding another woman,Camille Laurent,around the waist, kissing her temple while she beamed at the camera like she owned him. My lungs squeezed tight. No. No, no, no. This had to be some twisted joke. Camille? The arrogant French model who always threw rude comments at me backstage? She was with Colin? Now it all made sense. Her terrible remarks about me,her over confident stare whenever we locked eyes. The room began to spin, but I forced myself forward, straight through the ballroom doors. They were all there. Fashion elites, photographers, stylists, even some of Colin’s extended family. All gathered around in their formal attire, clinking glasses like this was just another night of celebration. In the center of it all stood Colin. My Colin. Laughing. Holding Camille by the waist as they toasted glasses. The moment his eyes met mine, his smile faltered. But it was too late. “Colin?” I choked out. He didn’t move. “Are you serious?” My voice was louder now, cracking through the music and chatter. “You invited me here for this?” Camille turned to face me, her expression amused, triumphant even. “Oh he didn't invite you,I did. I took his phone.” She smiled, placing the flat of her palm on his chest. “I took his phone and invited his long time mistress.” The hall went into a frenzy of gasps. “Security,” she said coolly to the man standing near the doors. “Get her out of here. She’s clearly not invited.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I snapped. “Colin, what the hell is this? What’s going on?” Camille stepped forward in her designer heels and perfectly lined lipstick. “Colin is no longer interested in playing house with a low-rent model pretending to be his future. He’s moved on.” My nails dug into my palms. “You couldn’t even tell me? You just… what? Had me walk into this circus blindfolded?” Colin finally spoke, voice cold and unrecognizable. “You weren’t supposed to be here, Khloe.” I stared at him, heart slowly shattering inside my chest. “You texted me. You told me to come.” “I didn't,but I'm glad she did,” he replied without remorse. “I wanted to make it clear but you've always bombarded me with irrelevant relationship goals but now I'm free.” I took a shaky breath, forcing my words through the lump in my throat. “Did you… forget what today is?” He blinked. “No. That’s the point. I chose today.” It hit like a slap. I stumbled back a step. “You’re saying you got engaged on my birthday… on purpose?” “To close the chapter, Khloe. I didn’t want to drag this on anymore.” Every part of me screamed to fall apart. But I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Not Colin. Not Camille. Not any of the vultures watching me unravel. Before I could say another word, the ballroom doors swung open. Two uniformed officers entered, cutting through the crowd with precision. “Miss Khloe Hensley?” “Yes?” My voice was barely audible. One officer held out a folded document. “You’ve been served a restraining order. You are legally mandated to stay at least 500 feet away from Mr. Colin Mackey and Miss Camille Laurent.” “What?” My eyes widened. “Is this some kind of joke?” The officer’s face remained impassive. “You’ve been identified as a possible emotional threat due to recent messages and behavior. This is official, and immediate.” The world tilted beneath me. A restraining order? A possible threat? Colin stood silent, his face unreadable. My hands trembled as I opened the paper. Camille smirked behind him, arms folded like she’d just won the crown she always thought I wore. I looked at Colin one last time. “So this is who you’ve become? A coward hiding behind legal documents? I loved you. I believed in you.” He looked away. I stepped back, choking down tears. “Happy birthday to me, right?” As I turned to walk out, the cameras exploded again, capturing the exact moment my world shattered. But none of them would ever guess what was brewing in my heart. I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to beg. I was going to burn it all down.