Rain Chen's Point of View
She's still so easy.
The kind of easy that tastes expensive. Like vintage champagne served in a cracked glass.
That woman walks like silk and sin stitched together, like the world still owes her something it never gave.
Sky Maddox.
Now Sky fucking Maddox, apparently.
Rich. Soft. Grown into herself.
The same girl who once cried for me with mascara bleeding down her cheeks is now walking out of a penthouse like she doesn't even remember what it felt like to be abandoned. Left. By me.
Cute.
She thinks she's winning.
I saw her this morning.
The way the boys at that school eyed her like she was made of fantasies and oxygen. Half of them were drooling. The other half were already filming.
She smiled—awkward, innocent, like she didn't see it. Like she didn't feel it.
God.
She used to be mine.
And now they think she's a trophy up for grabs.
One even said she was "fuckable."
Laughed about it. Out loud.
If I'd had a knife—
But I didn't need to lift a finger.
Because then came her perfect little son.
The pride and joy.
Sebastian Maddox.
My replacement.
Six feet two, golden-boy smug, hiding a devil underneath that too-handsome face. If she only knew what I knew. What I'd seen.
You should've seen the way she lit up when he appeared. Hugged him like her whole world had come home. Kissed his cheeks, yapped about France, about gifts and breakfasts and love.
Pure. Obsessive. The same way she used to love me.
It made me sick.
And it made me laugh.
Because I saw what she didn't.
The bruise on his neck.
The messages from girls.
The way he sneaks out like it's a game and parties like he has immortality stitched into his DNA.
The boy is me.
He smokes.
Drinks.
Uses girls like lighters—burns bright, then tosses.
He rides that black Ducati like it's a war cry.
He dances in clubs with dead eyes and a mouth full of lies.
And Sky?
She thinks he's still soft.
Still hers.
Still innocent.
When I saw her this morning running her hands over his hair like he's five years old again, whispering about pancakes and Paris—Jesus, I nearly lost it.
She doesn't even know who he is anymore.
And she'll learn the hard way.
Just like last time.
I could walk right back into her life and she'd melt. I know her. I built her. That sweetness? The naive trust? I carved it into her like a sculptor. Broke her down and then smiled while she crawled back.
And now she thinks she's healed.
Strong.
Independent.
But she's still the girl who once begged me to stay.
Still the girl who looked at me like I was her whole galaxy.
All it takes is one crack.
One whispered truth.
One perfectly timed reveal.
One moment where she sees her perfect son for what he really is.
I don't even have to lie this time.
He's doing the dirty work for me.
I light a cigarette and lean back on the bench across from the bakery where she's ordering raspberries and lavender cream. She's humming.
Always humming.
She still wears her hair like a waterfall. Knee-length. Heavy. Messy at the ends. Just like the night I left.
She still smiles like she doesn't know I'm here.
But she will.
Soon.
And when she breaks this time…
I'll be there.
Smiling.
Arms wide open.
Like the devil dressed in Dior.
Because no one knows how to ruin Sky Maddox like Rain Chen.