2 hours before my wedding, my phone buzzed.
The next day, I met her again.
She gave me everything—
Financial records.
Hidden assets.
Bank statements.
“Why help me?” I asked.
She smiled bitterly.
“Because I used to be you.”
For two weeks, I didn’t sleep.
I gathered evidence.
Called a lawyer.
Built the case piece by piece.
Then I filed it.
One month later—
His company started collapsing.
Investors pulled out.
Accounts frozen.
Everything fell apart.
He came to find me.
Standing outside my office.
“Let’s talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said.
“You really want to do this?” he asked.
I laughed.
“You lied to me for three years.”
“And tried to ruin my life.”
“I can compensate you,” he said.
“With money.”
I looked at him.
“Do you really think this is about money?”
He said nothing.
As I turned to leave, he said:
“I did love you.”
I stopped for a second.
Didn’t turn back.
“I don’t anymore.”
Three months later—
He was under investigation.
His company was gone.
Everyone left him.
I saw the news.
And felt nothing.
She asked me:
“Do you regret it?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“I just wish I saw the truth earlier.”
“And now?” she asked.
I looked outside.
Sunlight filled the street.
“I’m free.”
That night, I got a message:
“Can we start over?”
I deleted it.
Blocked the number.
And kept walking.
Because this time—
I wasn’t afraid anymore.
“Would you forgive him?”