The Shadow Empire

For five years, I lived a shadow life, the anonymous architect behind my wife, Sabrina Anderson's, skyrocketing tech empire, and a devoted stay-at-home dad to our son, Caleb.

Tonight, her company' s IPO launch party, was supposed to be our public unveiling, the moment she' d finally acknowledge us, our little "forever home."

But bathed in the spotlight, she introduced her ex-boyfriend and his son as her new "family."

My heart nearly burst as Caleb, our five-year-old, ran to her, holding the miniature house he' d built, only for her to shove him away, her voice cutting like ice: "Who let this strange child in here?"

Caleb collapsed, his small hand clutching his chest-his heart condition flaring.

As Wesley' s spoiled son viciously kicked him, Sabrina slapped me, hissing, "You brought this misbehaving child to ruin my night? Get out!"

With her cruel words echoing, Caleb' s last whisper, "I'm a nobody," tore through me, just before his little body went limp.