Me puse modo bestia en el gym y mi ex (que me fue infiel hace 5 años) cree que tiene

I went into beast mode at the gym, and my ex (who cheated on me five years ago) thinks she has the "right" to get back together with me because I'm attractive now. I told her to get lost. There I was, holding a glass of warm champagne while a woman I hadn't seen in five years tried to readjust my tie knot in front of a hundred people. She wasn't asking how my family was doing or if my logistics company was still afloat; she was complaining that the color of my silk tie clashed with the ombré of her silk dress for the group photo. The funniest part is that she seemed convinced I was a mannequin that had just emerged from her personal storage unit and not a man who had nearly passed out doing squats that very morning. Honestly, between the smell of expensive cologne and her insistence that "we looked amazing together," I felt like I was trapped in a pilot episode of a reality show no one asked to see. To understand this level of audacity, you have to go back five years, when I was basically a skinny guy with glasses and an overdrawn bank account. Back then, Vanessa decided my "aesthetic potential" wasn't up to her standards and dumped me for a guy whose only talent was owning a convertible Mazda. I vividly remember her final words about how I was "cute but not Instagrammable," a phrase that stung at the time but sounds like a bad joke now. She left looking for colorful filters, and I was left with a gym membership and a thirst for revenge that I channeled into lifting weights and building a business. During this time, I went from being the "second choice" to a guy with shoulders that barely fit through the door and financial stability that she clearly smelled a mile away. My transformation wasn't just physical, but mental, because I learned to see people for what they contribute and not for how they look in a video thumbnail. While I was sweating buckets and learning about investing, she seems to have spent the last five years perfecting the art of being a "real-life influencer" with no real content. That's why seeing her there at the wedding, analyzing my new pecs as if she were choosing an avocado at the supermarket, made me feel a mixture of laughter and pity. 0:00 Main Story 6:07 Main Story Comments 7:11 Update 1 13:14 Update 1 Comments 14:15 Update 2 20:40 Update 2 Comments 21:43 Update 3 28:04 Update 3 Comments 29:08 Update 4