ile he showered.
A receipt for a romantic dinner confirmed my fears.
Then, I found messages: Harris had leaked my work to Callie his mistress.
I didn’t break down I got even. At my farewell party, I presented the real project, complete with features no one else could’ve known.
My private investor confirmed everything. I even revealed Harris and Callie’s affair with a cake decorated with their photo and the words: They Stole My Life. The room went silent; justice was loud.
Mr. Thornton begged me to stay with a promotion.
But I declined.
I had my project, my investor, and a future that didn’t involve betrayal.
I divorced Harris and booked a solo trip to heal. As the plane lifted, I felt light, free, and powerful.
They took everything but I built something better from the ruins.
