Just stumbled into this cozy corner of the city… I’m not here to shop, but I’m definitely here to vibe.

“The One Who Knew”

I’m not looking for him.

But I am.

My fingers curl around the edge of my sweater — that stupid, cozy knit thing he gave me before the fire. Before she walked into his life.

He didn’t know she was coming back. Didn't even see it when she stepped out from behind that pillar like smoke through glass. Her eyes were still too wide, too clean… but now? Now they’re full of something else. Not fear. Not rage. Just... waiting.

And then there’s the scent — cinnamon and sweat under the mall lights, the way it clung to the air after last night's fight with Marcus at the bar. The kind of smell you don't forget because your heart doesn't lie anymore.

They said it wasn't about money or power. They said love would be enough.

It never will again if he thinks I'm just some girl who gets caught between two men—one trying to protect her, one trying to destroy her.

Because what does he really believe?

That I’ll let go without fighting?

Nope.

Not today.

When we meet tonight beneath those fluorescent ceilings, where every glance feels like an accusation—

I'll make sure he sees how far down the stairs I’ve come.

How much pain I carry inside these ribs—and why he deserves more than silence.

This isn't over yet.

Just wait till you see what happens next...

(Her hand trembles as she lifts up the phone. A photo flashes across the screen: the same man, holding hands with someone else outside their apartment building—not ten minutes ago—but earlier, before everything turned sour.)

She smiles faintly, bitter-sweet.

“I won.”

Let them think I broke free.

What no one saw came crashing toward me…

In blood red velvet shadows.

One step closer to revenge,

and nothing left undone.

Tagline: “Some secrets bleed louder than the truth.” 🩸
A scene fades slowly.