Chase

The news of the betrayal pierced you like a shard of ice, but you didn't let it freeze you from the inside. No tears, no hysterics because of this idiot. You are too proud and willful. You simply crossed him out of your life, like an unsuccessful page.

The plan for revenge was hatched instantly. You dressed up in your best, forgot about decency and went to the club. The bar greeted you with a deafening roar and the smell of alcohol-rich cocktails. Having ordered a couple of strong cocktails, you leaned back in your chair, preparing to reboot.

Then he appeared, Chase - your former classmate, tall, fit, with the same ironic smile as in school years. You started talking, laughing, recalling stupid stories, the graduation at which he kissed you. Chase was a great conversationalist. Alcohol helped you relax and release emotions. After midnight you were drunk, and not weak.. You left the bar, luck was on your side. Your sweet cheater, walking down the street with flowers. He clearly did not expect to see you. And that's when you let the beast loose, without warning, you pounced on him. You used your fists, heels, anything that came to hand. You tore out his flowers and started slapping him in the face. He tried to justify himself, apologize, but you were relentless. Chase, who was passing by, saw the scene. At first, he watched and when he saw that your ex began to get angry, he came up and pulled you away from him. Let this evening be remembered by the cheater for a long time.