Revenge of Ex Girlfriend

Chapter 1: Shattered Night *(From the novel: Revenge of Ex-Girlfriend) The day had been long, the kind that dragged Tessa’s body down to its bones. By the time she got home from work, she felt hollow, her hunger gnawing as though it had teeth of its own. She reheated the leftover pasta, ate quickly, and leaned back in her chair with a small, tired sigh. Her mind drifted to Addy. His birthday was tomorrow. Maybe, she thought, she could surprise him tonight, show up with a smile and a kiss before anyone else had the chance. The thought made her chest warm, and the exhaustion in her limbs eased just a little. The evening was cool, the sky smudged with the last streaks of fading orange as she made her way to his apartment. Her steps were light, expectant, as if she were carrying a secret gift. She didn’t bother to knock—she never had to. Addy always told her his door was open for her. But when she turned the handle and stepped inside, the air shifted. There was laughter—soft, intimate laughter—that made her skin prickle. “Addy?” she called, half-smiling, half-confused. The sound of hurried whispers followed, then silence. Tessa moved forward, her pulse racing now, her instincts screaming at her before her eyes confirmed it. She pushed open his bedroom door. And there they were. Addy, startled and shirtless, sitting up in bed. Nina—her Nina, the girl she trusted with every secret—scrambling for the sheets to cover herself. For a moment, the world simply stopped. The walls seemed to lean in, the air too thick to breathe. Tessa’s throat tightened, but no words came. All she could do was stare, the weight of betrayal crashing into her like a tidal wave. Nina looked away first, guilt written all over her face. Addy opened his mouth as if to explain, but the sound that came out was small, weak, utterly meaningless. Tessa’s voice finally broke through the silence, quiet but sharper than glass. “How… could you?” The words hung in the room, unanswered, as everything Tessa thought she knew about love and loyalty shattered before her. The silence stretched. Tessa stood frozen, waiting for something—an apology, an excuse, anything—but Addy only ran a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze. When he finally spoke, his voice was flat, almost careless. “Let’s… break up.” The words sliced through her like a blade. Not an apology. Not even an explanation. Just a dismissal, tossed out like she was nothing more than an inconvenience. She looked at him—really looked—and for the first time saw a stranger where her boyfriend had been. A man who didn’t care enough to fight for her, or even pretend. Nina clutched the sheets tighter, but she said nothing. Tessa felt her throat tighten, but she refused to cry—not here, not in front of them. Without a word, she turned on her heel and walked out, every step heavy with the weight of betrayal, but her back straight, her silence louder than anything she could have said. And as the door shut behind her, she knew her world would never be the same. The night swallowed her whole. Tessa walked with no destination, her feet moving but her mind elsewhere, as if her body had become an empty shell adrift. Streetlights blurred into streaks of gold through the tears she refused to let fall. Every step felt heavier than the last, her chest hollow, her heart a dull, aching weight. She couldn’t go home—not yet. Home felt too small for this pain, too full of memories that would crush her. So she wandered. Past closed shops, flickering neon signs, and dark alleys. Past people who didn’t look at her, who didn’t see her breaking. The road ahead stretched like an endless black river. In the distance, headlights approached—bright, fast, unyielding. A truck, engine roaring as it tore down the asphalt. Tessa stopped at the edge of the road. The light from the truck washed over her face like a harsh spotlight. Her breathing slowed, her thoughts a soft, steady whisper. “It’s better… if I just end it now,” she murmured, her voice breaking on the wind. She stepped forward, one foot off the curb, then another, into the path of the oncoming lights. And then—hands. Strong, urgent hands seized her arms and yanked her backward just as the truck thundered past, its horn screaming into the night. The rush of air whipped her hair across her face, but she barely noticed. Her body slammed against a warm chest, and she gasped, stunned back into reality. She was trembling, her heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape. Whoever it was held her firmly, steadying her, their breath ragged from the effort. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The world seemed to narrow to the sound of her breathing and the fading roar of the truck disappearing into the dark. Tessa’s body was still shaking when she finally twisted out of the stranger’s grip. Her eyes, wild and wet, darted up to meet the person who had pulled her back. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice cracking, anger covering the tremor of fear underneath. The girl’s face came into focus under the dim streetlight—soft, familiar features she hadn’t seen in years. “It’s me… Emma. From school,” she said quietly, her voice careful, almost tender. “Your classmate.” Tessa blinked, the name ringing somewhere in the back of her mind, but her heart was pounding too hard to place it. She dragged in a breath and turned her face away, hugging her arms around herself. “What happened, Tessa?” Emma asked, her tone a mix of worry and confusion. “Why were you—” “Don’t,” Tessa snapped, her words sharp enough to cut. “Don’t ask me that.” Emma flinched but didn’t move away. She stayed there on the edge of the road, hands slightly outstretched as though she might need to catch Tessa again. “You could have just let me die,” Tessa muttered, her voice low, almost a whisper but heavy enough to sink into the asphalt between them. The silence after that was unbearable. The world around them—the distant cars, the hum of the streetlights, the cool night breeze—kept moving, but for Tessa, it all felt frozen. Emma’s eyes glistened in the dim light, but she didn’t look away. She took a small step closer, her voice steady despite the tremor hiding in it. “I couldn’t.” Tessa clenched her jaw, staring at the ground, wishing the world would swallow her whole.