When my ex’s side chick sent me photos of them together, he thought he won. But karma had other plans—and so did I. A few weeks later, his two very loyal best friends invited me to a party. Let’s just say I didn’t come to drink. One smirk turned into touches, teasing, and within minutes I had both of them wrapped around my fingers—and deeper than he ever got. What started as payback turned into the ultimate punishment. I gave his boys a night they’ll never forget—and made sure he never would either. We recorded every filthy second and sent the proof straight to his inbox. That’s what betrayal earns you, babe: two friends, no regrets, and a video he’ll never recover from. Jealousy looks good on him. Pleasure looked even better on me.