A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game

A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game

Barclay Hsu

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For three years, I, Sarah Miller, poured my heart into my relationship with Ethan Hayes, believing we were a team facing his mounting debts and recent job loss from a struggling tech startup. My loving mother, Mary, despite her own battle with severe emphysema, tirelessly worked extra shifts and sacrificed her precious few savings to help us. In a final, heartbreaking act of selfless devotion, Mary even cashed out her life insurance policy, giving every last penny-$60,000-to Ethan to settle his financial woes, just days before she tragically succumbed to her illness. Her dying wish was for me to use that money to help Ethan, to ensure his future, to be happy. But at my administrative job, a subsidiary of a company called Innovate Solutions, a conversation overheard from a conference room plunged my world into a nightmare: Ethan was a "tech scion," talking about the "Hayes fortune" and a "test" of my loyalty. He wasn't broke; he was a multi-billionaire CEO, and his fabricated poverty was a cruel, elaborate psychological experiment. My mother's agonizing death, her ultimate sacrifice, had been nothing more than a pawn in his sick game. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice we made for him, was a lie. How could the man I loved, the man my mother gave her very life for, be such a manipulative monster? Overwhelmed by grief and a betrayal so profound it choked me, I refused his fake explanations and lavish offers. I walked out of his opulent office, resigned from my job, and cut every tie, determined to find a future free from his monstrous deceit.

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For three years, I, Sarah Miller, poured my heart into my relationship with Ethan Hayes, believing we were a team facing his mounting debts and recent job loss from a struggling tech startup.

My loving mother, Mary, despite her own battle with severe emphysema, tirelessly worked extra shifts and sacrificed her precious few savings to help us.

In a final, heartbreaking act of selfless devotion, Mary even cashed out her life insurance policy, giving every last penny-$60,000-to Ethan to settle his financial woes, just days before she tragically succumbed to her illness.

Her dying wish was for me to use that money to help Ethan, to ensure his future, to be happy.

But at my administrative job, a subsidiary of a company called Innovate Solutions, a conversation overheard from a conference room plunged my world into a nightmare: Ethan was a "tech scion," talking about the "Hayes fortune" and a "test" of my loyalty.

He wasn't broke; he was a multi-billionaire CEO, and his fabricated poverty was a cruel, elaborate psychological experiment.

My mother's agonizing death, her ultimate sacrifice, had been nothing more than a pawn in his sick game.

Every act of kindness, every sacrifice we made for him, was a lie.

How could the man I loved, the man my mother gave her very life for, be such a manipulative monster?

Overwhelmed by grief and a betrayal so profound it choked me, I refused his fake explanations and lavish offers.

I walked out of his opulent office, resigned from my job, and cut every tie, determined to find a future free from his monstrous deceit.

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