No Second Chances: My Empire, My Rules

Name: No Second Chances: My Empire, My Rules
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I stood at the Northwood University Alumni Gala, a successful architect, a wife, and a mother, years after I' d left everything behind. Then, my ex, Ethan Hayes, stepped onto the stage, and the whole room hushed. He finished his speech and, to my horror, dropped to one knee before me, publicly proposing marriage with the words, "Phoenix Rising." Phoenix Rising. The name ignited a searing pain, a brand from a past I' d buried years ago. I remembered my senior year, my award-winning design stolen by Olivia Monroe, and Ethan, my then-boyfriend, standing by her side, calmly confirming her lie. That betrayal led to my disqualification, academic dishonor, and blacklisting, forcing me to flee the US, utterly broken. Stones in my gut, those words. How could he, after everything, dare to invoke that name, that pain, for this grotesque public spectacle? Did he think a grand gesture could erase the humiliation, the shattered dreams, the life I had to rebuild from nothing? But this wasn't the shattered girl he remembered. Before he could utter another word, my husband and daughter appeared, a living testament that I had not only survived but thrived. My past was about to get a very clear message: I was no longer a victim; I was home, loved, and ready to close this painful chapter for good.

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Chapter 10

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Introduction

I stood at the Northwood University Alumni Gala, a successful architect, a wife, and a mother, years after I' d left everything behind.

Then, my ex, Ethan Hayes, stepped onto the stage, and the whole room hushed.

He finished his speech and, to my horror, dropped to one knee before me, publicly proposing marriage with the words, "Phoenix Rising."

Phoenix Rising.

The name ignited a searing pain, a brand from a past I' d buried years ago.

I remembered my senior year, my award-winning design stolen by Olivia Monroe, and Ethan, my then-boyfriend, standing by her side, calmly confirming her lie.

That betrayal led to my disqualification, academic dishonor, and blacklisting, forcing me to flee the US, utterly broken.

Stones in my gut, those words.

How could he, after everything, dare to invoke that name, that pain, for this grotesque public spectacle?

Did he think a grand gesture could erase the humiliation, the shattered dreams, the life I had to rebuild from nothing?

But this wasn't the shattered girl he remembered.

Before he could utter another word, my husband and daughter appeared, a living testament that I had not only survived but thrived.

My past was about to get a very clear message: I was no longer a victim; I was home, loved, and ready to close this painful chapter for good.