As I stood in front of his mansion, a chill ran down my spine. My heart was still reeling from his betrayal, the memories of our once-loving relationship now tainted with anger and hurt. He had broken me, shattered my trust, and left me for another woman. His smirk still lingered in my mind as he told me it was over, that he no longer loved me. I felt like a shell of my former self, my confidence shattered by his cruel words. The fire that once burned between us now fueled my determination to take him down. I had to make him pay for what he did to me, for the pain and suffering he caused. His demise became an obsession, driving me to plot and scheme against him.