The Necklace I Designed, His Mistress Wore

The Necklace I Designed, His Mistress Wore

Gavin

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Days from launching my passion project, "Ephemeral Echoes," I was a rising game developer, engaged to Ethan, NexusCorp's CEO. Our publicly perfect life was a tech-world fairytale, built on what I believed was unwavering trust and shared dreams. Then came the chat log: Ethan's explicit DMs with Chloe Davis, an intern. Intimate photos from his penthouse. The real gut punch: Chloe had access to *my* early game concepts, the raw soul of "Ephemeral Echoes." He hadn't just betrayed my heart; he'd stolen my very creative identity. A chilling descent followed. Chloe's taunting DMs, featuring photos of Ethan, and his family's champagne toasts to her "pregnancy"-accessorized with *my* custom-designed necklace. Ethan, my rock, publicly abandoned me for her, dismissing my agony as mere "pre-launch jitters." His gaslighting amplified my humiliation. My entire life, meticulously crafted, crumbled into a grotesque, public charade, a lie I could no longer ignore. How could the man I loved systemically erase me, all while the world applauded our 'perfect' fairytale? The betrayal was suffocating. But I wouldn't be his victim. My global, live-streamed game launch would become my stage, not for triumph, but for definitive escape. Ava Miller would die that night in a meticulously orchestrated "accident," reborn as Grace Porter, leaving him to face the shattered code of his own making.

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Days from launching my passion project, "Ephemeral Echoes," I was a rising game developer, engaged to Ethan, NexusCorp's CEO.

Our publicly perfect life was a tech-world fairytale, built on what I believed was unwavering trust and shared dreams.

Then came the chat log: Ethan's explicit DMs with Chloe Davis, an intern.

Intimate photos from his penthouse.

The real gut punch: Chloe had access to *my* early game concepts, the raw soul of "Ephemeral Echoes."

He hadn't just betrayed my heart; he'd stolen my very creative identity.

A chilling descent followed.

Chloe's taunting DMs, featuring photos of Ethan, and his family's champagne toasts to her "pregnancy"-accessorized with *my* custom-designed necklace.

Ethan, my rock, publicly abandoned me for her, dismissing my agony as mere "pre-launch jitters."

His gaslighting amplified my humiliation.

My entire life, meticulously crafted, crumbled into a grotesque, public charade, a lie I could no longer ignore.

How could the man I loved systemically erase me, all while the world applauded our 'perfect' fairytale?

The betrayal was suffocating.

But I wouldn't be his victim.

My global, live-streamed game launch would become my stage, not for triumph, but for definitive escape.

Ava Miller would die that night in a meticulously orchestrated "accident," reborn as Grace Porter, leaving him to face the shattered code of his own making.

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