I found her by chance—the one because of whose love I was almost killed when I was eighteen. For weeks I twisted in pain, but she never once came to visit me in the hospital. That’s all love.
Ten years later, by chance, I saw her in the street. I followed her, found out where she worked. Then it was just a matter of technique—got a job at the same firm, insisted that she become my secretary.
In my mind, I gave myself six months to get even.
Charm her, make her fall in love so she can’t live without me. Then leave her—harder, and for real. I want her to hurt more than I did back then, alone in a hospital with broken ribs.
Not noble—just honest.