I stopped caring.
That surprised me too.
For a while, I thought revenge would be part of healing.
That I’d need him to fail in order to feel whole again.
But success, real success, has a strange way of making old bitterness look small.
Not harmless.
Just small.
A year or so after my promotion, I saw him once across a hotel conference lobby during a regional business event.
He saw me too.
There was a flicker of recognition.
A pause.
Then a kind of embarrassed stiffness in the way he straightened his jacket.
I was with Daniel at the time, on our way to a panel discussion.
Nick looked from me to Daniel, then back to me.
And in that instant, I knew he had heard.
Not every detail.
But enough.
Enough to understand that the man he fired in contempt had landed somewhere far beyond what he had imagined.
