High school graduation. The rival I’d been fiercely entangled with all throughout my school years sought me out and confessed he liked me. It wasn’t the direction I had imagined, but in the end, I believed I’d won. That is—until a few years later, when I met him again… this time with a young son by his side. What a disgusting bastard… If your heart was going to waver that easily, then why bother confessing in the first place? Well, whatever. Someone like you—getting you back into my bed would be nothing at all.