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father's watch on Kenda's wrist, Cameron's panicked face, the shattered ivory king. Ev

e buzzed. It was a m

misunderstanding. We were both emotional. I

. He was already trying to gaslight me, trying to revert to hi

meron's personal account, which was linked to mine, to an anonymous charity account. Then I froze all his credit

he search bar. My father's watch. I filed a detailed report, specifying the

a small act, a mere skirmish in the war I was about

would undoubtedly confirm, an open book. Carefully curated photos of "humanitarian work" mixed with g

l I saw a video posted about six months ago. Kenda, laughing, holding a baby on he

e baby, tickling its tummy, and the child giggled joyfully, reaching for Cameron's face. Ca

amazing Cameron, always such a doting

ed. Leo. One of Kenda's "three chil

nfertile, as he'd made me believe. I was completely ignor

, the crushing disappointment, the quiet shame I carried-it was all a lie. A cruel, elaborate, mons

y disorienting spiral. It was Gunner. I a

ve. "I'm at the office. You need to

oice barely audible. How c

some... deeply disturbing information

ded. I knew.

ening with each word. The shock faded,

the mirror was pale, but my eyes, usually cool and analytical, now burned with a te

steel monolith, a testament to my family's power, loomed against the pre-dawn sk

by monitors displaying an overwhelming amount of data. File

turing to a seat. "I have t

much younger, smiling, his arm around a woman. Kenda. She looked younger too, but

ried?" I asked

ars ago. Before he met you. They divorce

fore me. And he had children with her. Children he had cl

t?" I asked, cut

through a network of shell companies, all linked to Kenda's 'char

. He hadn't just stolen my peace; he had stolen

, my voice barely a whisper. This

est weight. "We found something else, Ms. Warren. This is a record from a ferti

the cold, clinical language. "Patient

eyes. A vasectomy. Befo

pped. The air

end, while subtly manipulating your own doctors to suggest 'unexplained infertility' in you. And the vitamins you were taking

tively sabotaged me. He had orchestrated my pain, my hope, my despair, all for his own twisted ends

d into a cold, hard knot in my chest. There

" I asked, my voi

ual Tech Philanthropy Gala. He's about to r

ross my face. Humanitarian of th

ve unbreakable. "And make sure those files, every single one of them, are loade

ng akin to admiration in his stoic eyes.

his life, piece by piece, in front of the very people he sought to impr

ecord, clutching it like a weapon. "Tonig