My Bitter Brew: A CEO's Regret

Ales, brewing the beer that built our empire, s

pected her to finally announce us,

im full credit for my life' s work-my signature IPA-and beam

rupted, not for us, but for Chloe

a cheap, flimsy watch-a pathetic imitation of the expensive one

missing our secret marriage as an in

ved in my beer, now treat me like an obsolete r

ollow, cold emptiness where our shared dreams

er eyes, a new, chilling resolve set in: I would not jus

who truly valued my craft, prepared to cut the cord,