Revenge Left Bruises Too: A Love Story That Never Was

 

She thought getting even would feel like power. He broke trust like it cost him nothing—so why should she carry the shame alone? She stepped into someone else’s arms with revenge burning hot in her chest, convinced it would level the playing field. For a moment, it almost did.

But vengeance doesn’t come wrapped in closure—it came, for her, wrapped in chaos. When he found out, it wasn’t heartbreak that followed. It was something darker. His fury was like a storm she hadn’t expected to weather—loud, violent, merciless. She barely made it out. And that wasn’t a metaphor.

She left everything behind: her things, her home, her name whispered through clenched teeth. She walked away because staying would have been the end of her. She thought she’d feel free. Instead, she felt like a ghost of someone who once believed in justice.

It took time to realize that what she really wanted wasn’t revenge—it was to matter. To be seen. To be treated like she was worth loyalty, not competition. She didn’t get what she wanted. But she got out. And in the ruins of that fire, she started rebuilding something no one else could shake—herself.