
When my ex-boyfriend begged me to attend his Halloween party, I was busy picking out a daring nun costume for our final face-off.
He’d once called me boring and forgettable—then immediately started dating some wild party girl.
Now he wanted me there, probably to show off how much “better” his life was without me.
At the party, the moment he saw my outfit, that smug grin spread across his face."Look who is here? What’s the matter—miss me already?"
I didn’t even glance his way. Instead, I walked right past him to the man standing behind—my flatmate, dressed as the devil, all charm and sin.
I placed a finger on his chest with a teasing smile: “Forgive me, Mr Devil, I am guilty. I wish for you to punish me, forcing me to repent all night long."My ex’s grin vanished on the spot.

Adrian called just as I was adding a black high-slit nun costume to my online cart.The fabric was scant, yet the price tag was hefty. "Joy, are you coming to my Halloween party tonight?" His voice carried a condescending air of superiority. I laughed softly, adding the lace stockings to my online cart. “What’s wrong? Your glamorous girlfriend not enough company for you?”A pause—then a low chuckle.“Come on, Joy. Don’t be so defensive. We cared about each other once, didn’t we? No reason we can’t be friends.” "I just wanted you to see how well I'm doing now." Doing well. Those two words made me clench my phone. He’d dumped me for being too restrained, too quiet, too predictable. “Joy, I need passion. Fire. You’re like… a glass of lukewarm water. Safe, but dull.”And then he’d gone str
