?I MADE A MISTAKE ⛔! ? He cheated on me playing and charged me back? ❌❌❌

The room was dimly lit, shrouded in shadows that danced and swayed with the flickering light cast by the television screen. A young woman, her features obscured by the gloom, sat hunched on the couch, staring at the device in her trembling hands. She had found it by chance, tucked away in a drawer, covered in dust. It was a video—an unmarked disc, its surface scratched and marred. And now, she had watched it. *All of it.*

The woman’s mind raced as she tried to process the horrific scene that had unfolded before her eyes. In the video, there he was—the man she had once loved, the man she had trusted with everything she was. But in this film, he was something else entirely.

In the opening shots, the woman recognized their bedroom, her bedroom. The walls were familiar, the bedsheets tattered from years of use. But there was something off about the way it looked, an eerie stillness that made her skin crawl.

Then, a figure entered the frame—a woman, her body bared, wearing nothing but skimpy undergarments. The woman on the couch knew her, had met her countless times. She was the man’s coworker, someone she had long suspected of having a crush on him. But this…this was something else.

Caught off guard, the woman on the screen looked around frantically, her eyes wide with shock. The camera panned out, revealing the man’s crouched form behind the bed, his finger pressed against his lips in a motion for silence.

The woman’s heart ached as she watched the scene unfold. The woman on the screen protested, begged for the man to stop recording, to respect her privacy. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The man, her man, continued his cruel game, his eyes glinting with malice as he followed the woman’s every move.

As more time passed, the woman on the screen began to withdraw. Her protests grew quieter, her body tense and stiff. The man, emboldened by her submission, began to close in on his prey.

The woman on the couch closed her eyes, unable to watch any further. But the sounds…the sounds were etched into her memory. Gasps, moans, the rustle of clothing hitting the floor—it was all too much.

She continued watching, despite the pain it caused her. *I’m made a mistake, she repeated in her mind. I put too much trust in you. I gave you everything, and look what you did.*

On the screen, things grew more brutal. The woman cowered in the corner, tears streaming down her face. The man on the video paid no heed to her distress, his focus solely on asserting his dominance.

The woman on the couch felt a surge of rage threatening to overtake her. Rage at the man who had done this, at the woman who had agreed to it. *Why*, she wondered, *why would they do this? What could they possibly hope to gain from something so vile?*

As the video reached its brutal conclusion, the woman found herself wishing she hadn’t watched it. The images, the sounds…they would be forever seared into her mind. But if she hadn’t seen it, she realized, she never would have known the truth.

With a trembling hand, she paused the video, staring at her own reflection in the dark screen. *I made a mistake, she whispered to herself, her voice shaking with barely contained emotion. I put too much trust in the wrong person.*

She thought of the man she had loved, the man she had trusted. The man who had betrayed her so horribly. Tears began to fall from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks. *I made a mistake, she repeated, over and over. But I won’t make it again.* She would reclaim her power, rebuild herself from the ashes of this broken trust. And she would make them pay.

*I made a mistake, the woman said, her voice rising with conviction. But they’ll be the ones paying for it.*

She stared at the paused video before her, at the cruel scene preserved on film. *They’ll pay, she repeated to herself. They made the wrong choice by doing this to me. By thinking they could get away with something so despicable. They’ll pay.*

With a newfound sense of determination, the woman reached out and closed the laptop, shutting out the video, the scene, the betrayal. *I’m not the mistake, she declared, her voice ringing with authority. They are.* She would make them regret the day they ever thought to wrong her. She would have her revenge. And it would be glorious.