Chapter 1: I Will Make Him Regret

Chapter 1: I Will Make Him Regret

Christy darted up to her room for the third time.

“Christy, what are you up to?” her mom, Sheila, called. She’d been watching her daughter’s unusual flurry of movement all afternoon.

From the doorway came Christy’s cheerful reply. “Mom, it’s just a little surprise.”

“Remember, I’m taking the flight tonight to join your dad and his family,” her mom reminded her. “Are you sure you’re not changing your mind about staying back in New York?”

“Nah,” Christy answered, short and sure.

A little later, her mom left with her luggage. As the door clicked shut, Christy emerged from her room, beaming. She was proud of herself.

She had set up the Christmas tree and decorated the entire house beautifully. Standing at the banister, she looked down over the living room to admire her handiwork and grinned.

Then she turned back to her room, opened the door, and took in the colorful decorations—the bedding, the lights. What pleased her most was the bed: she’d arranged the pillows in a heart shape. She crossed to the stereo to double-check the playlist she’d picked to set the mood.

Clapping her hands, thrilled with her work, she grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend, Franklin.

She’d been trying him all day, and this time was no different.

No answer.

Pouting in frustration, she snapped a photo of the bed and sent it with a caption: “Wanna flip me around on it?”

Her cheeks flushed as the message whooshed away. She felt a little naughty—and the sparkle in her eyes said she liked it.

Her face fell the moment the message came through. It wasn’t the reply she’d expected—nor one she could have imagined.

Her brows knitted as she stared at the screen. A photo: her boyfriend, Franklin, with another woman. Her eyes widened, disbelief hollowing out her chest.

Heart pounding, she fled to her computer and transferred the image, fingers flying over the keyboard. Within minutes, she’d traced an address. She wrote it down, stood, and left the house without a second thought.

Outside, she flagged a taxi. The driver hummed, light and tuneful—“I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas”—as the city slipped by. Christy stared ahead, blank-eyed, thoughts roaring louder than the engine.

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver said gently.

She paid, stepped out, and faced the hotel. It perched on the seashore like a gleaming promise; guests drifted toward the docks for ocean rides. She crossed the lobby, took the elevator, and rode up to the rooftop restaurant—open sky, open view, the wind tasting of salt.

She saw them immediately.

Franklin leaned across the table toward a woman with bright, laughing eyes. Christy stood rooted, a single figure in a moving world.

“Ma’am, do you need help?” a waiter asked, voice soft.

She forced a smile. “Thank you,” she managed, and drifted to an empty chair. Tears gathered hot and heavy. Across the terrace, Franklin brushed a kiss against the woman’s cheek. They looked happy. It carved through her like ice.

Her hands trembled as she lifted her phone and snapped a photo. The screen reflected her face—drained, expressionless.

“Hello, miss,” another waiter ventured. “Would you like to see the menu?”

Christy raised her head. “No. There’s no need. I’m leaving.”

She stood, turned, and walked away. Down through the elevator’s mirrored hush, across the lobby’s polished floors, out to the waiting street. She hailed a taxi and went home.

on her way she was eerily quiet which made the taxi driver to check on her time to time from the rearview in fear.

"Ma'am, we are in your destination already?" the taxi driver reminded Christy.

She looked out and realised she was already home, she paid the taxi and then walked off.

"There is no need to be sad, girl, you are pretty, don't let any motherfucker ruin your christmas festival girl," the taxi driver shouted after her, as he watched her got into the house.

Christy acted like she didn't care about what the taxi driver just said, but the words really got to her, she was thinking over it and over again.

After she opened her room door and got into it, after shutting it, she sat on her bed staring at the wall blankly, at the thought that Franklin probably will be naked on the bed with the lady, and he probably be making her moan his name made more tears rolled down her eyes.

She got upset and then stood on her feet, opening the door she walked out and headed straight to her father's bar, she picked up two bottles of liquor before going up her room, she was about to down it all, but before she did that.

She switched on her television, on the screen there was a podcast about cheating anchored by three ladies.

A voice came from the television saying "If my man ever cheat on me, I am not going to spare him, I am not going to drown myself in alcohol. I will go for his father, or elder brother, the one he respect and love the most, and make him fuck me, I will make sure he wouldn't be able to trust his family member again, I will make him live with the memory of his brother or dad fucking his girl till his death"

After listening Christy eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she pondered seriously over what she has just heard, she looked down at the bottles of liquor and made her decision.

"i am going to make you regret ever cheating and lying to me, Franklin" she vowed coldly, and then went over to her study desk and sat before her computer, she imputed many commands.

Then on the screen plastered many photos of a matured man in his mid-sixties, she kept on going through write-ups about the man, and then a smirk appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Winchester, the grandfather of Franklin, the man he admired and loved the most, he always talked about him with stars in his eyes" Christy said word by word, with a cold gaze and an expressionless face.

She got her target, but then her face creased with worry because she has no idea about how to approach him.

The next day, while others were celebrating christmas, Christy was holed up in her room, it was already 4pm when Franklin her boyfriend called when he didn't get a call from her all day.

She picked hearing him ask "Are you free tonight? would you like to have dinner with me and my grandfather, at his place?"