Sweeter Revenge
He blinked. “Revenge?”
I didn’t flinch.
“For Gigi?” he asked, slow and cautious. “You’re serious.”
I nodded once.
Rowan stared at me like I was someone he didn’t recognize. Not the woman who used to avoid conflict. Not the woman who once gave people the benefit of the doubt, even when they didn’t deserve it.
“Remi…” His voice was low. “You have every right to be angry, but—revenge?”
“Yes,” I said.
A beat passed. Two.
He ran a hand down his face and exhaled like he was trying to steady himself. “You need to be rational right now.”
“I am being rational,” I said, calmly. Too calmly. “She’s dangerous. You know it. I know it. But she’s still walking around like she’s untouchable. You’ve seen she wants to hurt my children. She is threatening me Rowan.”
“I have,” he admitted. “But we don’t have proof. Not real proof. Not enough to pin anything on her.”
“Then make it enough,” I snapped, my voice rising before I could stop it. “She nearly had my child taken, Rowan. Do you understand that? If the security hadn’t been there—if I hadn’t noticed in time—what would’ve happened?”
His face darkened. “I know.”
“No, you think you know,” I said, stepping toward him. “But you weren’t the one sitting on the floor with your son, holding him while he cried because he was scared and confused. You weren’t the one explaining why some stranger tried to touch him at school. You didn’t see his face.”
Rowan’s jaw tightened. “I’m not saying she’s innocent.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“That we don’t dive in without a plan,” he said, flat.
I didn’t say anything.
His brows pulled together, and his voice dropped. “Remi.”
I looked up at him, heart pounding. “What if we did?”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“Kill her,” I said softly. “Just… let her stop. Let her stop bugging me and my life. Let her stop following me like some ghost I can’t get rid of.”
Rowan stared at me like I’d just broken open in front of him. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t. You’re angry. You’re exhausted. You haven’t slept, you’ve been threatened, your whole world’s been spinning—and now you’re grasping at something you think will make it stop.”
“And it won’t?” I challenged. “Tell me it won’t. Tell me if she vanished, tomorrow, that things wouldn’t feel a little lighter.”
“That’s not the point,” he said. “This isn’t you.”
“You don’t know who I am anymore,” I said quietly.
His expression shifted. The hurt was subtle, but it was there.
“I used to let things go,” I continued. “Used to turn the other cheek. Used to believe that being the bigger person meant something.” I took a shaky breath. “But I’m tired of being the bigger person. I’m tired of letting people like her win.”
“You think killing her is a win?”
I shrugged. “It’s peace.”
“Peace that’ll destroy you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You really think I haven’t thought of that?”
“Remi, come on.”
“No, you come on.” My voice broke, not from anger—but frustration. Helplessness. “You think I haven’t had nightmares of her face? That I don’t still flinch every time my phone buzzes? You weren’t there when she followed me to the hospital leaving threats Rowan. Even in the day of your surgery she was so angry. Even when you were dating her she called me a maid. She wa happy and messed with my mental health. You weren’t there when she called me a whore in front of my patients. You didn’t hear the things she said to me. About my kids. About how I ruined her life.”
“She’s sick.”
“She’s evil.”
Rowan looked away for a moment, jaw clenched. “You’d go to jail. You know that, right? You’d leave Larry and Laura without their mother.”
“Then make sure I don’t get caught.”
“Remi.” His voice sharpened, this time with something that sounded a lot like fear. “You’re not doing this.”
“Why not? You’ve covered up worse before.”
He flinched.
I regretted it the second it left my mouth.
He didn’t respond. Didn’t argue. Just stared at the floor like the past was coming back to choke both of us.
I sighed, shoulders sagging. “I didn’t mean—”
“Yeah, you did,” he said, quietly.
Silence wrapped around us again.
“I just want her gone,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I want her out of my life. Out of my kids’ lives. I want to stop looking over my shoulder. I want to stop waking up in cold sweats thinking about what she’ll do next. She may look like she is sitting pretty but you an I know that you breaking up with her broke something in her twisted head.”
Rowan looked at me, long and hard. “Then let’s make her irrelevant.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means we do this the right way,” he said. “We take away everything she’s using to control you. Her money. Her influence. Her connections. She wants to ruin you? We ruin her first. But legally. Strategically. Before death.”
I didn’t answer.
I didn’t know if I could believe in “right” anymore.
But the idea of seeing her fall?
That… that sounded good. That sounded almost like peace.
So close I could taste it.
I looked up at him. “Why can’t you just be the villain?”
Rowan raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“The villain,” I repeated, stepping back. “You used to be so good at it. Cold. Calculated. You used to burn everything down just to watch the ashes settle where you wanted. Why can’t you do that again? For me?”
His mouth twitched like he wasn’t sure if he should frown or laugh. “You want me to go full villain for you?”
I didn’t blink. “Yes.”
He chuckled then, low and quiet, shaking his head like I’d just said the wildest thing. “God, Remi. You really have changed.”
I didn’t deny it.
He stepped forward, the space between us shrinking. “You know… I can be the villain for you.”
His voice dipped, casual, dangerous. Like the man I remembered. The one who used to scare people with nothing but a look. The one who used to make ruthless sound charming.
“I could make a few calls,” he murmured. “Have her disappear in a hundred ways. I know people who don’t ask questions. I know how to clean up messes, Remi. Hell, I invented some of the methods.”
My chest rose and fell as I stared at him, heart pounding.
He leaned closer, voice like silk and fire. “But don’t you think it would be sweeter if we destroyed her slowly?”
I blinked.
“Think about it,” he said. “No sudden exit. No dramatic end. Just a quiet, steady unraveling. One thread at a time. Until there’s nothing left. For every single thing she made you pass through, we give her two times fold until it affects her mental health. Don't you think that's sweeter?”
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