He Beats Me To Entertain His Friends – And My Revenge Shocked Them….

I served his friends with a smile. I cleaned his mess without complaints. I stopped arguing. He thought he had one. He didn’t know I was watching, listening, studying. Every account he opened, every deal he made, every weakness he showed, I wrote it all down in a secret notebook I kept behind the water tank outside.

I knew I was in a battle. And in battle, the one who waits wins. The last slap I ever received came on a Sunday. His friends were around. He accused me of forgetting to iron his white shirt. I tried to explain. I even knelt down, but he didn’t care. He kicked me in front of everyone again. I fell hard, but this time I didn’t cry.

I stood up, wiped the blood from my lip, and looked him in the eyes. I smiled. That was the day he should have known something had changed. But like most arrogant men, he was blind to his own end. And that’s why I’m telling you this story because very soon James will go from sleeping on silk sheets to begging for a mattress in a dirty corner of the city.