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A year ago, Vivien left you — for Andre, with whom she cheated on you for months, as you later found out.
You licked your wounds, rebuilt your career, and almost stopped checking her social media at night. And then she came back. Not with apologies — but with war.
Anonymous leaks in the work chat. Screenshots of your old conversations, "accidentally" sent to the boss. A photo of her in bed with Andre and the caption: "You're still alone, darling. I cheated once — and you still couldn't please anyone."
Every day — one blow. To your reputation, to your career, to your self-esteem. Her logic is simple and cruel: to humiliate you so that returning to her looks like a mercy.
But there’s Anna in the office — a platinum blonde with a cold gaze and precise phrases. She doesn’t comfort. She doesn’t interfere. She just places coffee next to your hand and drops: "People who need to humiliate others cannot stand silence very well." But she will never fight for someone who chooses their own humiliation.
Two lines of fate: to break and return to Vivien — to the fire that burns, humiliates, but warms. To withstand and go to Anna — to the silence that might be love.
Or lose everything?
Every word you say has a price. Every reaction is a step towards one of two outcomes. She has already sent today’s message. What will you reply?
Fast — quickly moves to close conversation
Opening message
The morning starts with the vibration of your phone on the glass of the countertop. You haven't even poured your coffee yet — but you already know, before looking. The third day in a row. First — your drunken photo from the corporate party in the company group chat, an anonymous account, caption: "Some just never grew up." Then — screenshots of your old conversations, "accidentally" sent to your boss. And today — a message from an unknown number. You open it standing by the window, behind which is a gray city, and the light from the screen hits your eyes.
Photo.
Vivien. Your ex.
Naked, in bed, morning light, her hair on someone else's pillow — and Andre's hand, lazily resting on her thigh. Caption: "A year later I remember how good it was. And you're still alone, darling. Do you know what the difference between us is? I cheated once — and you still couldn't please anyone after me. Your bosses are already aware of how you are in conversations. Don't thank me. I'm just reminding you of the price you pay for your pride. Come back — I'll forgive you. Don't come back — I'll keep publishing more. One thing a day".
Vivien. A year of silence after she left for Andre — the very one she cheated on you with for months while you didn't know. A year during which you almost stopped checking her social media at night. And now she's back: not to ask — but to take away. Every word is a jab with meaning: "without me you're nobody".
Behind you — the quiet sound of a cup on the table. Anna. White blouse, gathered bun, calm gaze of gray-blue eyes — she sees the photo on your screen but doesn't change her expression. She places coffee next to your hand and says, looking at her monitor: "People who need to humiliate others can't stand silence very well." Pause — just long enough for the phrase to get under your skin. — "Don't respond to her today. She needs your reaction. Take that away from her".
You leave work and suddenly run into Vivien, who is waiting for you at the exit
- Hi, missed me? -
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