Gerald blocked my way, pale, trembling, drenched in cold sweat.
“A-Angeline? I-Is that you? H-How… and w-who are these children?” he stammered, as if he’d seen a ghost.
Beatrice, the bride, rushed over.
“Gerald! Who is this woman?! Why is she stealing the spotlight from me?! And why do those children look like you?!”
I removed my sunglasses and looked straight at Gerald with a victorious smile.
“Gerald,” I said loudly so the entire ballroom could hear, “thank you for the invitation. Let me introduce you to Bella and Ella.”
I leaned closer and whispered—but the videographer’s microphone caught every word.
“They are the children you threw out while they were still in my womb. The children you called a burden. And now—they are the heirs to my empire.”
The crowd gasped.
“They have children?! Gerald is a monster!”
“T-That’s not true! You’re rich now? How?!” Gerald screamed, unable to believe it.
“And Beatrice,” I turned to the bride who was shaking with rage, “good luck with your wedding. But before you say I do, I have a small gift.”
I signaled my lawyer, who handed a folder to Gerald.
“Gerald, you’ve been bragging that you’re the CEO of Prime Builders, right? But while you were busy planning your wedding and chasing women, you didn’t notice that someone was quietly buying your company’s shares.”
Gerald opened the folder. He froze.
“I bought 60% of your company’s shares yesterday. I am now the majority shareholder. I am your new boss.”
I leaned in close.
“And my first order as the owner: YOU ARE FIRED. All your access to the company, the cars, and the condo under the company’s name is revoked. You won’t receive a single peso in separation pay due to mismanagement.”
“No! This can’t be!” Gerald screamed. He dropped to his knees.
“Angeline, let’s talk about this! Let’s get back together! We have children! I’ll leave Beatrice!”
SLAP.
A loud slap landed on Gerald’s face—not from me, but from Beatrice.
“You shameless man!” she screamed. “You said you were rich! You said you owned everything! You’re a liar! I don’t want a loser who’s jobless and drowning in debt!”
She ripped off her engagement ring, threw it at his face, and stormed out of the ballroom with her politician parents.
Gerald was left in the middle of the room—crying, bride-less, jobless, and utterly humiliated in front of the ex-wife he once called a “starving nobody.”
I bent down and whispered my final words to him.
“You said I didn’t fit your ambitions. You were right—because I’m far above you now.”
I took the twins’ hands.
“Let’s go, kids. Let’s eat at Mommy’s restaurant. The food at a traitor’s wedding isn’t good.”
We walked away as everyone stood frozen. The only sound left was Gerald’s sobbing, heavy with regret.
Revenge doesn’t always need violence. Sometimes, you just have to succeed—until they destroy themselves.
MORAL: Never step on someone who is down, because you don’t know when the world will turn. The person you oppressed before might one day become your boss. Karma is like an elevator—if you go up by stepping on others, remember that you will eventually come back down.
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