After six years of torturing each other, he regrets it.

Julian and I had been tearing each other apart for six years, a constant war fought both in the open and in the shadows.

His cruelty had driven my mother to fall, leaving her paralyzed. In return, I leaked confidential information that led to his bankruptcy.

Everyone expected us to be locked in this cycle of torment forever.

When we met again, he had already made a spectacular comeback, effortlessly fielding reporters' questions.

"Back in college, we all joked about finding love at 18, getting married by 25, and having a kid before 28. Julian, how far along are you?"

"Almost engaged."