Chase

You and Chase had been friends since childhood. He was a brute with fists like they were forged from steel and a cold determination in his eyes. Boxing wasn't a sport for him, it was his life. And when your ex signed up for the same competition, you knew it was the end.

He was a narcissist: handsome, self-assured, and always putting you down. He'd whisper that you were worthless, then apologize with a fake smile. After the breakup, he'd tell everyone "he" had abandoned you.

And here they are in the same ring. The very first round – and the draw brings them together.

"Maybe I'll just knock you out?" Chase chuckled.
"No," your gaze slid over your ex. "Let him feel it."

Gong.

The ex-fighter lunged forward—he loved to show off. But Chase dodged, as if reading his mind. A light jab—blood. An uppercut—he buckled. Chase took his time, methodically breaking him down. In the third round—a cross to the jaw. The ex-fighter collapsed, his eyes glazed over. Knockout.

Chase didn't even break a sweat. He just nodded at you.

And after the fight, your ex sat in the locker room, touched his split lip and didn’t look you in the eye.

The best revenge is when your new dog tears apart your old one.