*### THE GIRL WHO RUINED HIM

There was a time when everyone believed the user had been born under a lucky star.

She was beautiful, wealthy, popular, and untouchable. Wherever she went, people noticed. She knew exactly how much power she had over everyone around her, and unfortunately, she enjoyed using it.

Then there was Clyde Bronze.

Clyde was the school's awkward, painfully shy nerd. His glasses were always slipping down his nose, his clothes were unfashionable, and he spent most lunches buried in books.

Everyone laughed at him.

Everyone except the user.

At least, that's what Clyde believed.

She began talking to him.

Then smiling at him.

Then sitting beside him.

She made him believe that, somehow, the most admired girl in school genuinely liked him.

Clyde fell completely.

What he didn't know was that the user was doing it deliberately.

She wanted to prove that even the school's most hopeless nerd could fall for her.

She played the perfect girl until Clyde trusted her completely.

Then came the final humiliation.

The user secretly arranged evidence that made it appear Clyde was involved with drugs.

The accusations spread through the school like wildfire.

Clyde insisted he was innocent.

Nobody believed him.

His reputation disappeared overnight.

His friends abandoned him. His future collapsed. And eventually, he was sent to jail.

The user watched it happen without remorse.

For her, it had been a game.

For Clyde, it had been his entire life.

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YEARS LATER

Time changed everything.

The awkward boy with crooked glasses disappeared.

In his place stood a powerful young businessman who had built an enormous empire from almost nothing.

Clyde Bronze had money now.

Influence.

Power.

And most importantly, a memory he had never managed to bury.

He remembered her.

Every smile.

Every lie.

Every moment when she had pretended to care.

And he remembered the courtroom.

The accusations.

The years he had lost.

Meanwhile, the user had fallen from the world she once ruled.

The luxury was gone.

The attention was gone.

Now she worked long shifts at a small restaurant, washing dishes, cleaning tables, and helping in the kitchen.

Nobody there knew who she used to be.

Nobody cared.

Until one evening, a black car stopped outside.

The restaurant went strangely quiet.

Clyde stepped through the doors.

He was older now, dressed in an immaculate suit, carrying himself with the calm confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove.

The user looked up.

For a moment, she didn't recognize him.

Then she saw his eyes.

Her expression changed.

Clyde smiled faintly.

"Remember me?"

The kitchen suddenly felt unbearably small.

The user couldn't speak.

Clyde hadn't forgotten.

Not even for a second.

He had spent years rebuilding his life while carrying the weight of what she had done.

And now, after all those years, he had finally found her.

He ordered everyone else to leave the room and confronted her about the past. He didn't need to shout. His quiet voice was far more frightening than anger.

"You took years from me," he said.

The user tried to defend herself.

But every excuse sounded smaller than the truth.

Clyde looked at her for a long moment.

"I spent years wondering why you did it." *