Rebirth: Love me Again

[IRAYA]

[Jason: Babe, we're at a Bar. I'm treating my friends right now, so if you can just send the cash to my account, that'd be great. You can consider it my birthday gift. Just send $100,000. Me and the boys are gonna party all night, and later I'll treat them to a five-star hotel.]

I sneered, my grip on the phone tightening. Oh, I knew exactly who he planned to treat to that five-star hotel—Kylie.

And $100,000? Did he seriously think I was foolish enough to transfer that kind of money?

Dream on, Jason.

If he thought he could manipulate me into financing his night of debauchery, he was in for a rude awakening. This wasn't a birthday gift—this was a blatant cash grab.

In the past, I had indulged his whims without hesitation, blinded by the love I so desperately clung to. He asked, I gave. He wanted, I provided. Foolishly, I had convinced myself that this was what love looked like—sacrifice without question, devotion without limit.

But that was before the betrayal.

Now, the veil had been torn away, and the truth I had once refused to see stood before me in all its cold, undeniable clarity.

Jason wasn't the person I had believed him to be. The lies, the deceit, the way he played me like a pawn in his game—it all came rushing back, feeding the storm of anger that simmered beneath my surface. A storm I could no longer contain.

I was furious. Furious at him for betraying me. Furious at myself for allowing it to happen. And furious at the world for watching in silence as I crumbled.

Revenge wasn't just a passing thought—it had become my purpose. Jason and Kylie were the perfect targets, the embodiment of everything I had lost and everything I wanted to destroy.

It wasn't enough for me to walk away quietly, pretending I was fine. No, I needed to make them feel what I had felt—to strip away their happiness the same way they had stripped away mine.

This wasn't about love anymore; it was about justice, about reclaiming the pieces of myself they had shattered. I wouldn't stop. Not until they understood what it meant to lose. Not until the playing field was leveled, and every ounce of power they had taken from me was ripped from their grasp.

My lips curled into a smirk as I slipped my phone back into my bag. Tonight, he wasn't getting a cent out of me.
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But he was about to get a surprise. Just not the kind he was hoping for.

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I arrived at the bar around nine, just as the night was beginning to settle into its chaotic rhythm. The guards at the entrance didn't question me, much to my surprise. They even directed me to the private karaoke room where Jason's party was being held.

I suppose he must've told them to let in anyone who wanted to join. Typical Jason—arrogant and ever the show-off. His ego knew no bounds.

I shrugged at the thought. Maybe he wanted a grand spectacle, a crowd to admire his little charade. A party like this, complete with expensive booze and elaborate decorations—how did he plan to pay for it once he realized I wasn't footing the bill anymore?

The thought of him struggling to explain it later brought a bitter smile to my lips. The image of his smug face contorting in frustration was satisfying, almost laughable. He always lived beyond his means, confident that I would bail him out all the time.

As I neared the room, I noticed a commotion to the side—a larger group of people gathered around another private area. But I didn't care. I wasn't here to mingle or waste time. I headed straight for my destination.

When I reached the door, the muffled sounds of laughter and music spilled into the hallway. I paused just before stepping inside, a strange unease settling over me. Voices echoed through the thin walls—familiar voices. And then, I heard something that stopped me cold.

"You two look so good together!" someone slurred, followed by a chorus of cheers.

"Yeah, Jason, you should just dump that little stray you've been dragging around and date Kylie already."

My hands clenched at my sides. They were talking about me. I was sure of it.

I took a quiet step closer, pressing myself against the wall, straining to hear every word. Inside, Jason chuckled, his voice dripping with that same smug tone I had once foolishly adored.

"Come on, guys. Don't be so mean. I feel kinda bad for Iraya. She's always been in love with me, but . . . well, I guess it's time to end things for good."

More laughter erupted, loud and carefree. Every cruel word carved into me like a jagged blade. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, but I forced myself to stay still. To keep listening.

"She really thought she had a chance, huh?" someone else added with a mocking laugh.

Another girl chimed in, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Jason's too good for her. If it were me, I wouldn't even bother dating someone like that. She's so . . . cheap. Dating her would only drag you down."

I bit my lip hard, suppressing the storm of emotions threatening to explode. My stomach twisted, not in pain, but in pure rage. This wasn't just betrayal—this was humiliation. Public, gleeful humiliation at my expense.

Jason sighed dramatically, as though he were some tragic hero burdened by a helpless admirer. "She's been clinging to me ever since we were kids. Her mom worked for my family, so I thought I'd help her out, you know? Pay for her tuition. But she got the wrong idea and started thinking it meant something more."

A chorus of admiration followed, with someone exclaiming, "You're such a gentleman, Jason!"

"You're so kind!"

Gentleman? Kind?! My nails dug into my palms so hard it hurt, but I welcomed the pain—it was the only thing keeping me from bursting into the room right then.