Billionaire’s Revenge

I still remember the night my world came crashing down.

As I drove my scooter to the club, my heart raced with every passing second. My friend's words echoed in my mind: "Claire is at the club with another guy." I had to see it for myself. The possibility of her betraying me was unthinkable, yet I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

I spotted my friend at the bar and made my way towards him, my eyes scanning the crowded room frantically. "Where is she?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. He pointed towards the VIP section, his expression sympathetic. I knew I had to act fast.

I tried to bluff my way past the bouncer, but he wasn't having it. "This section's for members only, pal," he said, his massive frame blocking my path. I felt a surge of anger and humiliation. That's when I spotted a discarded waiter's jacket on a nearby coat rack. I put it on, hoping to blend in. My heart was pounding as I made my way into the VIP section.

The music was deafening, and the crowd was dense, but I finally spotted Claire. She was sitting on some guy's lap, laughing and flirting like I didn't exist. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My mind raced with questions: Who was this guy? How could she do this to me?

I approached them, my heart heavy with emotion. When she saw me, her face went white, but she didn't get up. "Ethan, please leave," she said, her voice trembling. I was too stunned to speak. I felt like I was watching a nightmare unfold before my eyes.

The guy she was with looked up at me with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph. I wanted to punch him, but I restrained myself. I didn't want to make a scene, not yet. I needed answers first.

Suddenly, the bouncer appeared out of nowhere, his hand clamped on my shoulder. "You have to leave," he growled, steering me towards the exit. I didn't resist. I was too numb, too shocked.