My Ex-girlfriend Took Advantage of Me

Watching Ryan's face contort with fury, I couldn't resist a jab, "Losing your wife and then asking me about it? Sounds like a bad joke, doesn't it?"

No sooner had I spoken,

Whack!

Ryan slapped me hard across the face.

The sting didn't wipe the smirk off my face; I kept eyeing him defiantly.

Right now, nothing I could say would make a dent. Just like before, Ryan's hatred ran deep. Why would he believe a word I said now?

Spilling the beans would only play right into Tiffany's hands, leaving me out in the cold.

I needed to push Ryan to the edge.

Push him to rip apart his wife's web of lies and see the real Tiffany.

Whack!

His hand struck my face again.

I taunted, half-laughing, "Is that your best shot? Just flying off the handle?"

"Looking for trouble?"

Fire blazed in Ryan's eyes. Clutching my throat, he growled, "Think you can keep quiet about her whereabouts and I'm helpless?"

"I've got a hundred ways to make your life hell!"

He yanked my phone from my pocket and forced my finger to unlock it.

As expected, he turned up nothing.

I'd be weird if he'd found something.

I'm just the fall guy for his wife, not her secret lover.

Yet, Ryan must have figured I was clever enough to have wiped any incriminating texts, which is why he came up empty.

After his fruitless search, he shot me a wary look, "Think you're smart, huh?"

"Believe deleting messages makes you clean? Think I can't dig up dirt on you?"

"Keep dreaming!"

Ryan didn't waste a moment, finding my boss's number in my contacts.

He sneered, "You exploited my wife last time to steal our bid proposal. If not for her pleading, I'd have taken you to court already!"

"Imagine I take this to your company now. How do you think they'd treat you?"

"They'd sever ties in a heartbeat, kick you to the curb, fire you on the spot!"

"You fought hard to get to management, and you're not exactly rolling in dough. You really want to risk your job?"

Ryan dialed up my boss on a video call.

The boss appeared onscreen, lounging at home, visibly irritated, "Logan, have you lost your mind? What the... Oh, Mr. Young?"

In a small town, everyone knows Ryan Young, the wealthy heir.

Ryan held the phone towards me, asking, "This guy works for you, right? You recognize him?"

My boss, taken aback, responded, "Sure, Mr. Young. What's the issue here?"

"Well, it seems your company likes to play dirty, sending employees to filch our bid proposals," Ryan accused, eyes locked on mine as a silent threat that this was my last shot to reveal the truth.

Unphased, I didn't flinch or plead.

Ryan's temper flared as he continued, turning back to the screen, "If you don't deal with this man, I'll have YD Enterprises' legal team on your back!"

That icy threat was all it took for my boss to fold.

The truth was irrelevant; he wouldn't dare cross the heir to YDE for a mere subordinate like me.

"Absolutely, Mr. Young. A dishonest employee like this doesn't deserve to stay. He's fired, effective immediately!"

"That's right!"

Satisfied, Ryan hung up the call, then switched off the video, giving me a smug glance.

He seemed to be gloating.

I glared back, undeterred, "Ryan, this whole frame-up is lame. I didn't steal that proposal. Go sue your wife if you want to blame someone!"

"Ha..."

Ryan scoffed dismissively, "What? Can't take the heat?"

"You've been cozying up to my wife, calling yourselves best friends, taking our car and house, even tricked her into moving $20 million!"

"When you were busy backstabbing, you should have seen this coming."

"After having done such things, did you think it wouldn't come back to bite you?"

Ryan roared with fury.

But I thought he might need a throughout check-up on his brain.

Really, if I had the luxury cars, the mansion, and $20 million, would I even be sweating a job right now?

Seeing my smirk reappear, Ryan's triumphant expression faded. He gritted his teeth, "You won't believe it till you see it for yourself, huh?"

"Fine, if that's the game you're playing, I'll make sure it's game over for you!"