When the person you’re trying to take revenge on can legally carry a gun and is an expert in criminal investigations, do you still dare to play this game?
I thought breaking up would set me free, until I saw my best friend’s pregnancy test on his phone. Five years together, and it turned out to be nothing but a carefully orchestrated scam.
Fueled by hatred, I decided to take revenge. I plotted everything carefully, luring him into my trap step by step.
But just as I was about to close the net, I realized I’d made a fatal mistake: I’d forgotten that he wasn’t just a scumbag, but also an exceptionally capable and highly vigilant detective.
Not a single thing I do can escape his notice, and every trap I set could end up becoming evidence he uses to track me down.
This isn’t revenge. It’s dancing with a hunter on the edge of an abyss.
When sirens sounded downstairs, he sent one last message: “The game is over. Or has it only just begun?”
