Brother, Is Your Revenge Sweet Now?

They said I was his queen. I believed it for three years.
I believed our meeting at Stanford was fate. I believed in the tenderness when he fastened that diamond around my neck. I believed every word when he promised "forever."
Until I heard him at the gala, laughing with his friends as he said, "Her? Just my plaything."
Until he pinned me in that stairwell, tearing at my clothes, and screamed that shattering truth.
Only then did I understand: this three-year love was a revenge he designed just for me.
Now, I hold the evidence that could destroy his entire family, and I have just one question—
Brother, you’ve had your revenge.
Tell me, does it taste sweet now?