My Rules for Dealing With My Ex Chapter 2

Turns out, I actually did laugh out loud.

"Heh..."

I advanced on him, step by step.

Ethan, who had been puffing out his chest, shrank back as I approached.

"What... what do you want..."

He swallowed hard, his voice tight with nerves.

But I just extended one long, delicate finger and pressed it against his chest, delivering my judgment in an almost cruel tone.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to inform my former man that you're cut off. I'm revoking all my favors."

My voice was cold, detached.

The commanding presence, ingrained in me from birth, seemed to suffocate him.

He froze, terrified, and started to tremble uncontrollably.

Tch, coward!

Ballsy enough to cheat, but not to own up to it.

I despised him from the bottom of my heart.

Calmly, I stood up, smoothed my clothes, and walked straight out.

As I passed Jessica, who was now frozen in fear, I paused and said four words to her.

"Same goes for you."

After dealing with the trashy couple, I felt restless and didn't want to go home. Instead, I went to my usual bar to drown my sorrows.

After two drinks, it felt pointless. I thought about calling a friend, only to remember that the person rolling around with my fiancé was my supposed best friend, Jessica.

"Hah. Pointless. So damn pointless."

I shook my head with a bitter smile and downed my drink.

"How pointless are we talking?!"

A shadow fell over me, and a familiar scent filled the air.

"Liam Vance?!"

I stared at the man sitting beside me, whispering his name.

I rubbed my temples, blinked hard.

Damn, I'd had too much to drink today. I was hallucinating.

"What?! Little Ava, so shocked to see me you're speechless? Or just dizzy with delight?"

Liam held his glass, a playful smirk on his face as he watched me.

That cocky grin and irreverent tone were all too familiar.

"It really is you, Liam Vance..."

I murmured.

Liam was my ex-boyfriend. My first love. And also, my most disastrous relationship ever...

When I was younger, I was the untouchable Ava Sterling, heiress supreme. My little hobby? Saving 'troubled' guys.

And back then, Liam Vance was exactly my type.

Worn-out, faded t-shirt, slightly messy mid-length hair, looking clean and cool all at once. And most importantly, drop-dead gorgeous.

And I happened to be totally shallow.

I remember spotting him across the basketball court one day – a single glance, and I was hooked.

Don't get me wrong, the guy couldn't play basketball to save his life.

When I saw him, he was in the middle of a 1-on-3 fight.

He was getting beaten up, covered in bruises, lip split, his handsome face bruised purple. Even like that, he was still stunning, adding this layer of tragic beauty.

Who could resist that?

A broken boy fighting his way out of a desperate situation! My heart skipped a beat.

My eyes were glued to him, couldn't look away.

All I could think was:

"Grandma's got her eye on you. You have to be mine!"

However...

How I wished he could have been mute.

Not that his voice wasn't nice. Quite the opposite, it was clean, matched his looks perfectly.

It was just...

"Son of a bitch! Had enough yet? You little punk, you think you can mess with me?!"

And just like that, the tragic beauty vanished. My dream guy... the broken boy... turned out to be a total punk...