Mia POV

The glass elevator climbed twenty floors, and with each one, I shed another piece of the woman Tyler thought I was.

The woman who'd smiled politely while he dismissed four years like they were nothing. The woman who'd let him walk away thinking he'd won.

That woman stayed in the lobby.

By the time the elevator doors opened on the twentieth floor, I was someone else entirely.

"Good morning, Ms. Garcia." The receptionist smiled warmly, her voice bright and professional. "Ms. Rivera is waiting for you in your office."

"Thank you, Rachel." I stepped out into the sleek, modern space that was D&M Solutions headquarters. My company. My empire.

The lobby was all glass and steel, minimalist and powerful. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city, and on the far wall, framed certificates and awards caught the morning light. Government contracts. Tech innovation awards. Business excellence recognition.

Every single one earned with my strategies, my connections, my late nights while Tyler thought I was home watching reality TV.

I walked past the open floor plan where my employees were already at their desks, coffee in hand, starting their day. Some looked up and nodded. Others called out morning greetings. They knew me. Respected me. Here, I wasn't Tyler's soon to be ex wife or the woman who'd been traded in for a younger model with better connections.

Here, I was the boss.

"Morning, Ms. Garcia," a young analyst said, rushing past with a stack of folders. "The Morrison proposal is ready for your review."

"Leave it on my desk. I'll look at it after my meeting."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ma'am. I was thirty-two years old and they called me ma'am because I'd earned it while Tyler was out sleeping with his secretary, I was securing multi million dollar contracts.

The irony was almost beautiful.

I pushed open the double doors to my office and found Cassandra Rivera standing by the window, two cups of coffee in her hands and that knowing smile on her face.

"Well?" she asked, turning to face me. "How does it feel to be a free woman?"

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment. "Ask me in six months."

Cassandra laughed, her dark curls bouncing as she shook her head. She handed me one of the coffee cups, the expensive kind from the Italian place downstairs. She'd been my best friend since college, my Chief Operating Officer for three years, and the only person who knew every detail of what I'd been planning.

"He signed without reading, didn't he?" she asked, settling into one of the leather chairs across from my desk.

"Every single page." I took a sip of coffee, letting the bitterness ground me. "Didn't even ask questions."

"Arrogant bastard."

"That's what I'm counting on."

I walked to my desk, setting down my bag and sinking into my chair. The city sprawled out behind me through the massive windows. From up here, everything looked small like chess pieces I could move at will.

"So it begins?" Cassandra asked, her voice softer now. “If he finds out D&M is yours before we’re done…”

I met her eyes. Dark, intelligent, fierce. She'd been there for everything. The late night crying sessions after I'd found the first affair. The moment I'd decided to fight back instead of walking away. The day we'd filed D&M Solutions as an LLC, carefully hidden from Tyler's greedy eyes.

"It began three years ago, Cass," I said quietly. "This is just the endgame."

She nodded, understanding passing between us without words. "Where do you want to start?"

"Project Riverside." I pulled up my laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. "D&M Solutions is their primary tech consultant. We withdraw our team, the whole thing collapses. No tech infrastructure, no project."

"Tyler will scramble to find a replacement."

"He can try." I smiled. "But we both know there isn't a firm in this city that can deliver what we do, not on his timeline or with his budget."

Cassandra pulled out her tablet, making notes. "What about the Monroe contract?"

"Already handled. I called our contact this morning. They're pulling out, citing concerns about D'Stone Construction's financial stability."

"Financial stability he won't have once we're done."

"Exactly."

We worked through the details for the next hour. Every contract D&M Solutions had funneled to Tyler was now being dismantled.

It should have felt good, empowering or at least triumphant but instead, I felt... empty.

"Mia?" Cassandra's voice pulled me back. "You okay?"

I blinked, realizing I'd been staring at the screen without seeing it. "Yeah. Just... thinking."

"About?"

"Year one."

Her expression softened immediately. She knew. Of course she knew. She'd been the one I'd called, sobbing, after I'd found that hotel receipt.

Four years ago. Our first anniversary.

I'd planned everything perfectly. Dinner reservations at the restaurant where Tyler had proposed, and even bought him a Rolex, that was way beyond our budget, but I didn't care. I loved him. I wanted to celebrate us.

He'd called at six, voice rushed and apologetic. "Babe, I'm so sorry. Client meeting ran late. I'll be home by nine, I promise."

I'd believed him. Why wouldn't I? Tyler was building his construction company from the ground up. Long hours were part of the deal.

I'd waited.

Nine came and went, then he stumbled in at one in the morning, tie loose, smelling like expensive perfume that wasn't mine.

"Where were you?" I'd asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I told you. Client meeting."

"For seven hours?"

He'd looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "This is important, Mia. I'm building something here. I need you to be supportive."

Supportive. Right.

I crawled into bed next to him while he fell asleep immediately, but I couldn't sleep. So I'd gone through his jacket pockets. Just to quiet the paranoid voice in my head.

That's when I'd found it.

The receipt from The Meridian Hotel. Room 412, charged to his credit card on the same night he was supposed to be in client meetings.

I'd held that piece of paper in my shaking hands, staring at it until the numbers blurred.

I'd cried for three days straight. Called in sick to my job at the non-profit.

Cassandra had come over, held me while I fell apart, told me I deserved better.

"Leave him," she'd said. "You're too good for this, Mia. You're too smart, too talented, too everything for a man who cheats on your anniversary."

I'd wanted to. God, I'd wanted to pack my bags and never look back but then I'd looked at our finances.

Everything, every single dollar that had built Tyler's fledgling construction company, had come from the two million dollars my grandmother had left me when she died. The money I'd believed in him enough to invest.

He'd taken my money, built his dream, and repaid me with infidelity.

That's when something had shifted inside me.

I'd stopped crying and pulled myself together.

If Tyler wanted to play games, I'd play better.

I'd spent the next six months learning everything I could about construction, contracts, business development. I'd used my connections from my non-profit days and I'd started D&M Solutions.

Tyler never even noticed. He was too busy with his new secretary, then the account manager after that, then whoever came next.

While he was sleeping around, I was building an empire.

I became his silent partner, funneling contracts his way through D&M Solutions. Making him look brilliant. Making him successful.

All while planning his destruction.

"Mia?" Cassandra's hand on my arm brought me back to the present. "Where'd you go?"

I blinked, the memory fading. "Just remembering why I'm doing this."

"Do you still love him?" she asked quietly. "Be honest with me."

I thought about it. Did I still love Tyler?

I loved the man I'd thought he was. The ambitious, charming guy who'd swept me off my feet in college. The one who'd promised me forever on a beach in Mexico and looked at me like I was his whole world but that man never existed. He was a fantasy I'd created, a role Tyler had played until he got what he wanted.

"I don't even recognize the woman who did," I said finally.

Cassandra nodded, satisfied. "Good. Because that woman would hesitate, and you can't afford to hesitate now."

She was right. The plan was in motion. Tyler had signed the papers, given me everything I needed to destroy him. All I had to do was follow through.

"Timeline?" I asked, pushing my emotions down deep where they couldn't interfere.

"Six months," Cassandra confirmed. "We pull the Riverside funding next week. Monroe contract gets cancelled by end of month. After that, we gradually withdraw tech support from every project D&M Solutions is consulting on."

"What about his new investors? Samantha's father?"

"Marcus Webb." Cassandra pulled up a file on her tablet. "Real estate mogul, lots of money, but he's cautious. One whiff of financial instability and he'll pull out faster than Tyler can say bankruptcy."

"Then we make sure he smells it."

"Already on it. I've got contacts at the financial press. One anonymous tip about D'Stone Construction's project failures, and Webb will be running for the hills."

I smiled. This was why Cassandra was my COO. She thought three steps ahead, just like me.

"What about the wedding?" she asked, switching gears. "Are you going to..."

My phone buzzed on the desk, I glanced at the screen and froze.

You're invited to celebrate the wedding of Tyler D'Stone and Samantha Webb.

Date: Two weeks from Saturday.

Location: The Grand Hotel Ballroom.

RSVP requested.

Two weeks.

Tyler was marrying Samantha in two weeks.

I stared at the elegant digital invitation, the cursive font, the photo of them looking disgustingly happy. Tyler in a tux, Samantha in white, both of them smiling like they'd won the lottery.

"Mia?" Cassandra leaned forward. "What is it?"

I turned the phone around, showing her the screen.

Her eyes widened. "Two weeks? Jesus, he doesn't waste time."

"No," I said slowly, my mind already racing. "He doesn't."

Two weeks. That changed things. The timeline just got shorter. I'd planned for six months of his destruction, but if Tyler was getting married in two weeks, I needed to accelerate.

"Are you going?" Cassandra asked, her voice careful.

I looked at the invitation again. At the future they thought they had.

A future I was about to burn to the ground.

I smiled, coldly. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Cassandra studied me. “Mia… what are you planning?”

I looked back at the invitation.

“I’m going to give them a wedding they’ll never forget.”

Tyler POV

Some men marry for love but I married for leverage, and Samantha? She was the best leverage I'd ever negotiated.

I adjusted my cufflinks, the platinum ones Samantha had given me last week, and smiled across the table at my soon to be wife. She looked perfect tonight. Hair pulled back in that sleek way that showed off her cheekbones, diamond earrings catching the candlelight, red dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent.

This was what success looked like.

"To the happy couple," Marcus Webb raised his glass of scotch, his voice booming in the private dining room of The Capital Grille. "And to the future of D'Stone Construction."

"To the future," I echoed, clinking my glass against his.

Samantha smiled that camera ready smile of hers, the one that made her look like she belonged on magazine covers. Which she probably would, once we were married. Power couple. That's what they'd call us.

Marcus Webb was exactly the kind of man I needed in my corner. Real estate mogul, connections in every major city, and more importantly, he had his fingers in government contracts that could triple my business overnight.

Marrying his daughter was just good business.

"I have to say, Tyler," Marcus said, cutting into his steak. "I'm impressed with what you've built. Five years ago, D'Stone Construction was just a name on paper. Now you're bidding on major projects across three states."

"Hard work pays off," I said, though we both knew it was more than that. It was timing, connections and knowing when to cut loose dead weight.

Mia had been dead weight. She'd wanted me to slow down, spend more time at home, talk about feelings like that was going to build an empire but Samantha understood that marriage was a partnership, a merger of assets and advantages. Love was for people who couldn't afford to think strategically.

"The Riverside Project alone is going to put you on the map," Marcus continued, gesturing with his fork. "Smart building technology, sustainable design, prime downtown location. That's the kind of development that gets national attention."

"That's the plan," I said, taking a sip of my scotch. "We break ground in three months. Completion in eighteen. By this time next year, D'Stone Construction will be a household name."

"And with my contacts in city planning," Marcus added, "we'll have more projects lined up than you can handle."

We. I liked the sound of that. Marcus Webb bringing his empire together with mine. His government connections, my construction expertise. It was perfect.

"Daddy always knows how to spot talent," Samantha said, her hand sliding across the table to rest on mine. Her nails were perfectly manicured, painted a deep red that matched her dress.

"Your father taught me everything I know about closing deals," I said, squeezing her hand.

It wasn't entirely true. Most of what I knew, I'd learned by trial and error but Marcus liked hearing it, and keeping him happy was essential to this arrangement.

"Speaking of deals," Marcus leaned back in his chair, swirling his scotch. "I want to discuss the merger more seriously. Once you and Samantha are married, I'm proposing we combine our companies under one umbrella. Webb and D'Stone Development."

My heart rate kicked up. This was bigger than I'd expected, bigger than a few contracts or connections.

He was talking about a full merger.

"That's a generous offer," I said carefully, my mind already calculating profit margins and expansion possibilities.

"It's a smart offer," Marcus corrected. "You've got the construction expertise. I've got the capital and the political connections. Together, we'd be unstoppable."

Unstoppable, I liked that word.

"The wedding is just the beginning, Tyler," Samantha said, her thumb tracing circles on my palm. "We're building something much bigger than just a marriage."

She was right. This wasn't about love or romance or any of that sentimental garbage, instead it was about power but Mia never understood that. She'd wanted fairy tales while Samantha wanted an empire.

"Excuse me for a moment," Samantha said, standing gracefully. "I need to powder my nose."

I watched her walk away, noting how every man in the restaurant turned to look. Yeah, I'd definitely upgraded.

Once she was out of earshot, Marcus's expression shifted. The friendly businessman facade dropped, replaced by seriousness.

"Tyler," he said, his voice low. "I need you to understand something."

I straightened in my chair. "Sir?"

"Samantha is my only daughter. My only child." He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Take care of her and our grandchild."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

Grandchild?

I kept my face neutral, even as my mind raced. Pregnant? Samantha was pregnant?

Since when?

How long had she known?

Why hadn't she told me?

"Of course, sir," I said smoothly, like I'd known all along. "Nothing is more important than family."

Marcus studied me for a moment, then nodded, apparently satisfied. "Good. Because if anything happens to her or that baby, you and I will have a very different kind of conversation."

It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.

"Understood," I said.

Samantha returned moments later, sliding back into her seat with that same perfect smile. Her hand went to her stomach, just for a second. A subtle gesture, but now that I knew, I couldn't unsee it.

She was pregnant.

With my kid.

Or at least, that's what she was telling her father.

I did the math quickly. We'd been together for about six months, so it was possible but the timing was almost too convenient.

Still, did it matter? If Marcus believed it was mine, that's all that counted. A baby just made this merger more permanent.

Actually, it was perfect.

"Everything alright?" Samantha asked, her eyes searching mine.

"Perfect," I said, raising my glass. "To our family."

Her smile widened, genuine this time. "To our family."

We were halfway through dessert when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it the first time, but it buzzed again and again. "I'm sorry," I said, pulling it out. "I need to take this."

Samantha's smile tightened, but she nodded. Marcus looked annoyed, but he understood business was business.

I stepped away from the table, moving into the hallway outside the private dining room.

"This better be important, Mark," I said, not bothering with pleasantries.

"It is, sir." My assistant's voice was tense. "There's a problem with the Riverside Project."

My stomach dropped. "What kind of problem?"

"The smart building systems failed, complete tech infrastructure collapse. The whole system went offline this afternoon."

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to stay calm. "So fix it. Call D&M Solutions. That's what we pay them for."

There was a pause. Too long of a pause.

"Mark?"

"I tried, sir. I called them immediately but they... they're terminating the contract."

"What?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Why?"

"They didn't say. Just sent over the termination paperwork, it’s effective immediately."

"That doesn't make any sense." I paced the hallway, my mind racing. "We've worked with D&M Solutions for three years. They've handled every major project. Why would they suddenly pull out?"

"I don't know, sir. But without their tech support, the Riverside Project is dead in the water. We can't move forward without functional building systems."

"Then find another tech company," I snapped. "There are hundreds of firms in this city."

"I've already started making calls," Mark said. "But sir, most companies can't match D&M's capabilities and the ones that can would need months to get up to speed on our systems."

"We don't have months, we break ground in three months."

"I know, sir."

I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache forming. This was not how tonight was supposed to go. I was supposed to be celebrating my engagement and my merger, not dealing with contract issues.

"Keep trying," I said finally. "Call every tech firm between here and Seattle if you have to. Just get it handled."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and stood there for a moment, staring at my phone.

D&M Solutions had been rock solid for three years. Never a missed deadline or failed. They'd made me look like a genius, delivering cutting edge technology that set my projects apart from the competition.

Why pull out now?

Unless...

No. That was paranoid thinking.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and returned to the dining room, forcing my expression into something neutral.

"Everything okay?" Samantha asked, her hand finding mine again.

"Just business," I said, picking up my scotch. "Nothing I can't handle."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Trouble?"

"Minor hiccup with a vendor," I said dismissively. "Already being resolved." But even as I said it, something nagged at me. D&M Solutions didn't just randomly terminate contracts. They were professional and reliable.

So why now?

Why right after the divorce?

I took another sip of scotch, trying to push the thought away.

It was just a coincidence. Had to be.

Mia didn't have the connections or the resources to interfere with my business. She was just a non-profit worker turned housewife. What did she know about construction or tech or any of it?

Nothing.

Still, the timing was strange.

Three years of perfect service, and they pulled out the same week I finalized my divorce.

"Tyler?" Samantha's voice pulled me back. "You sure you're okay? You seem distracted."

"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about the wedding. Two weeks can't come fast enough."

She smiled, squeezing my hand. "I know. I can't wait to be Mrs. D'Stone."

Mrs. D'Stone.

Mia had been Mrs. D'Stone for four years. Now Samantha would take that title. Trade one for the other. Upgrade complete.

But something still bothered me about that phone call.

D&M Solutions had been instrumental in my success. Every major contract, every innovative building system, every award winning project. They'd been behind all of it.

And now they were just... gone.

"Unless someone told them to," I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Samantha asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Just thinking out loud."

But the thought wouldn't leave.

What if it wasn't a coincidence?

What if someone had told D&M Solutions to pull out?

But who? And why?

I glanced at my phone, the uneasy feeling growing.

I needed to find out who owned D&M Solutions. In three years of working with them, I'd never actually met the CEO. All our communications had been through their COO or project managers.

Maybe it was time to change that.

Mia POV

Revenge isn't a wildfire, it's a controlled burn and I had three years' worth of kindling ready to ignite.

I stood at the head of the conference table in D&M Solutions' main strategy room, my eyes scanning the faces of my senior tech team. Five people who'd helped build this company from the ground up, who'd worked late nights and early mornings to make us the best tech consulting firm in the city.

They had no idea this meeting was personal.

"Alright," I said, clicking the remote. The massive screen behind me lit up, displaying a familiar logo. D'Stone Construction. "Let's talk about our current situation with this client."

Sarah, my lead systems architect, pulled up her tablet. "We've officially terminated all active contracts as of Friday. Their Riverside Project is completely offline."

"What's their timeline?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral and professional.

"They were scheduled to break ground in three months," another team member, James, chimed in. "Without our systems, they'll need at least six months to find a replacement and get up to speed. That's if they can find someone with our government certifications."

I nodded slowly, making notes on my own tablet. "What about their other projects?"

Sarah scrolled through files. "Caldwell Towers, government contracted high rise. Metro Plaza, commercial development and about six smaller residential projects scattered across the state."

"Let's look at each one individually," I said, walking to the screen.

Each project appeared in detail. Blueprints, timelines, budgets, tech specifications. I'd seen these files hundreds of times over the past three years. I'd helped design half of them and secretly funded most of them.

Now I was going to make them impossible.

"Caldwell Towers," I said, pointing to the first file. "What's our involvement?"

"Full smart building integration," Sarah reported. "It's a government contract, so everything has to meet federal specifications."

"And we're the only firm in the city with those certifications," I finished.

"Exactly."

I smiled slightly. "What happens if we pull our team?"

Sarah hesitated. "The project would stall. Government inspectors won't approve without proper tech infrastructure.”

"Noted." I moved to the next file. "Metro Plaza?"

James spoke up this time. "Commercial development. The silent partner is funding about sixty percent of the construction costs."

The silent partner. Me.

"Has the silent partner expressed any concerns about the project?" I asked casually.

James checked his notes. "Not yet, but given D'Stone Construction's recent issues, I'd imagine they might want to re-evaluate their investment."

"I'd imagine so too," I said. "Let's move on."

We went through each project methodically. Every single one had my fingerprints on it.

Tyler thought he'd built an empire.

He'd built a house of cards, and I was the foundation.

"Why not pull everything at once?" Cassandra asked after the team had filed out of the conference room.

I looked at her, still standing by the screen displaying Tyler's projects. "Because I want him to drown slowly, not sink fast. I want him to feel it."

She leaned against the table, arms crossed. "Mia, he's already feeling it. The Riverside Project alone is going to cost him millions."

"I know." I walked to the window, looking out over the city. "But it's not enough."

"What's enough?"

I didn't answer right away. What was enough? Tyler losing his company? His reputation? His marriage?

All of it. Every single piece of the life he'd built on my money and my pain.

"When he understands what he threw away," I said finally. "When he realizes that everything he built, was because of me and he's standing in the ruins of his empire, knowing I put him there. That's when it'll be enough."

Cassandra was quiet for a moment, then she walked over, standing beside me at the window. "You know," she said softly, "three years ago, I didn't think you'd actually go through with this."

"Why?"

"Because you loved him and despite everything, a part of you still hoped he'd change."

I closed my eyes, remembering three years ago. Year one of my plan.

I'd just discovered Tyler's second affair or maybe it was the third, I didn’t cry or lash out. Instead, I'd opened my laptop and started researching. Business licenses. Government contracts. Tech certifications. Construction regulations.

If Tyler was going to treat our marriage like a business transaction, I'd beat him at his own game.

"I need to set up a meeting," I'd told Cassandra over coffee one morning. She'd looked at me like I'd lost my mind when I explained my plan.

"You want to start a tech consulting company? Mia, you work at a non-profit. You don't know anything about construction or technology."

"Then I'll learn," I'd said simply.

And I did.

I'd taken my entire savings, and used to create D&M Solutions or as I privately called it: Destroy and Manipulate.

The name was my little joke.

I'd bought shares in my own husband's company and Tyler never asked who the silent partner was. He just cashed the checks and kept building.

Kept cheating.

Kept taking me for granted.

Until two weeks ago, when he'd asked for a divorce and I'd finally gotten to activate the plan I'd spent three years building.

"Mia?" Cassandra's voice pulled me back to the present. "Where'd you go?"

I blinked, refocusing on the city skyline. "Just remembering how we got here."

"It's been a long three years," she said.

"Worth it though."

"Is it?" She turned to face me. "I mean, I'm not judging. I'm with you all the way. But Mia, you've spent three years of your life planning revenge. That's a lot of time to be angry."

"I wasn't angry," I corrected. "I was strategic."

"Same thing, just with better planning."

I laughed despite myself. "Maybe."

My phone buzzed on the conference table. I walked over, glancing at the screen.

Alert: Access attempt on silent partner files. D'Stone Construction executive account.

I showed Cassandra. "He's looking."

"For?"

"The silent partner. He wants to know who owns half his company."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "He doesn't know it's you?"

"Not yet." I pulled up the security logs on my tablet. "But he's starting to ask questions."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. Let him look." I smiled. "I've got the files buried under so many LLCs and shell companies, it'll take him weeks to trace it back to me. By then, it won't matter."

"Why not?"

"Because by then, I won't own half his company anymore." I pulled up the divorce settlement on my tablet, scrolling to page seven. "I'll own all of it."

Cassandra's eyes widened. "The clause."

"The clause," I confirmed. "Tyler D'Stone relinquishes all shares and interests in D&M Solutions to Mia Garcia, effective immediately upon signing." I scrolled down. "But there's another clause."

I showed her the screen.

"Silent partner shares in D'Stone Construction transfer to Mia Garcia in full, effective thirty days after divorce finalization."

Cassandra's jaw dropped. "Mia. You don't own half anymore?"

"Not as of last Friday." I smiled. "I own everything, one hundred percent. Tyler just doesn't know it yet."

"Holy shit."

"Exactly."

We stood there for a moment, the weight of it settling over us.

Tyler had signed away his entire company to me without even realizing it.

"When are you going to tell him?" Cassandra asked.

"I'm not," I said. "His lawyer will. When Tyler tries to fight the contract terminations."

"That's brutal."

"That's business."

My phone buzzed again.

Legal Notice: Tyler D'Stone has requested access to silent partner documentation. Request denied per confidentiality agreement.

"He's persistent," Cassandra noted.

"He's desperate," I corrected. "Which means the plan is working."

The wedding was in ten days.

Tyler thought he was marrying into power and money and a bright future.

What he was actually doing was watching his empire crumble while I stood in the shadows pulling every string.

"The wedding," I said suddenly.

"What about it?"

"I'm going."

Cassandra stared at me. "You're going to Tyler's wedding?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Mia, that's..."

"Petty? Vindictive? Perfect?" I smiled. "I want Tyler to see me there. Happy. Successful. Unbothered. I want him to realize what he threw away."

"And Samantha?"

"She can think whatever she wants. I'm not going for her."

Cassandra shook her head, but she was smiling. "You're terrifying, you know that?"

"Good," I said. "Tyler should've remembered that before he underestimated me."

My phone buzzed one more time. Another alert.

Tyler D'Stone attempting to contact D&M Solutions CEO. Call blocked per company policy.

I looked at the notification, imagined Tyler sitting in his office, frustrated and confused, trying to piece together what was happening to his perfect life.

And I smiled.

Let him wonder.

Let him panic.

Let him finally understand what it felt like to lose everything.

The game was just beginning.