For 365 days, my cheating ex treated me like a worthless delivery boy. Tonight, at her lavish wedding, she strapped me to a live electric chair on stream to humiliate me for clout. She laughed, unaware the clock was ticking down to midnight—the exact moment my billionaire bet expires. As the alarm rings, I rip off my dark wig, signal my security detail, and bring her world to its knees. You shocked me live? Now get down and lick my boots!
