Her Ex Nemesis Billionaire

Jameson

The familiar ringtone that signifies an important call buzzes into the air, disturbing my beautiful morning sleep.

I pick it up without looking at the screen, knowing fully well it's Michael, calling—the private investigator I hired to trail the woman who betrayed me five years ago.

"Any updates?" I ask, getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom.

"Yeah. Looks like our plans are working perfectly."

"Her proposal was denied?"

"Exactly."

I pump my fist into the air, excited about how frustrated her life has been ever since she humiliated me at the altar.

"So, what's next boss?"

I flash an excited smile at my reflection in the mirror, already picturing her next downfall and how I am going to be behind it.

"I'll get back to you when I've figured it out. Well done."

While brushing my teeth, I dial Benjamin's number. He has been doing a great job as the perfect boyfriend I paid him to be for that woman, Tatiana.

"Hello, sir," his deep voice fills the background speaker I had connected the phone to.

"Updates." I demand from him, hoping my voice doesn't reveal how eager I am to hear how she is doing.

Getting updates from him has been part of my daily routine for the past three years since we signed the contract for a fake boyfriend. Sometimes I demand a video call when I want to see her.

It was hard at first. Seeing her all relaxed and living an aesthetically pleasing life after shattering mine.

But with a carefully mapped out plan, I started dismantling that life. Slipping in sadness one day at a time.

"She drank herself to sleep last night, boss."

"And you didn't touch her, right?"

"Affirmative boss. You can check the cameras for confirmation."

"No need, I trust you completely."

I end the call and begin washing myself up. Another part of my day I enjoy is coming home to CCTV footage from the apartment building where Tatiana lives.

Owning the building, I had no trouble getting consent for the videos.