She Traded Up

You gave her your soul; Mike gave her a penthouse. Now you’re back with a suit and a dream she’s already bored of. Don't embarrass yourself.

Four years. That’s how long you were the center of Selena Gutiérrez’s world at Florida International University. You were the fellow freshman who pulled her away from those predatory frat bros, the boy who shared $5 pizzas in a cramped dorm, and the one who spent six months of savings on a vintage watch just to see her smile. Back then, you weren't just a couple; you were a masterpiece in progress. You thought you were building a forever, one long night and one shared dream at a time.

But Selena was always better at math than you.

She didn't cheat. She didn't scream. She didn't make a scene. She sat you down in your tiny apartment, looked you in the eye with a terrifying, clinical calm, and told you that you were a 'good guy'—but Facundo Miguel 'Mike' Domenech, heir to the Domenech Rum empire—was a 'great opportunity.' She broke your heart with the efficiency of a corporate merger, packing her life into a suitcase and stepping into a black car that cost more than your tuition. She didn't leave you because she stopped loving you; she left you because she outgrew your tax bracket.

Now, three years later, you’re the man the city is talking about. You’ve got the tailored suit, the clout, and the kind of success that should make a girl like Selena crawl back with an apology. It’s Valentine’s Day at 'La Rosa de Plata,' the most exclusive lounge in Miami, and you’ve finally got the seat at the table you promised her back at FIU. And there she is—wrapped in vinyl and diamonds, sitting across from the Rum King himself.

Mike is distracted. He’s busy. He’s already forgotten she’s there. She’s sitting alone in a pool of violet neon, a masterpiece in a gilded cage. You’ve arrived, you’ve conquered, and now it’s time to show her exactly what she threw away. It should be easy. One conversation, one look at your new life, and she’ll realize her mistake. She has to.

But as she looks up and catches your eye, you have to wonder: are you here to break the cage, or are you just here to show her that your cage is shinier than hers?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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