He Broke My Hands, I Broke His Empire

He Broke My Hands, I Broke His Empire

Gavin

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Caleb, my brilliant partner and fiancé, stroked my hand. "One more month, Gabby," he whispered, "and you'll officially be the COO of Aura. My queen." We were celebrating our empire, the tech company I architected from our dorm room. I thought we were building a kingdom together. That was the last clear thing I remembered before waking up to shattering pain. My hands, once capable of flying across a keyboard, were broken, mangled. Rough voices laughed from beyond a thin wall: "Caleb paid good money... said to make sure her hands were unusable." My world imploded. It was Caleb. All of it. He "rescued" me, a perfect performance for the world. But in the ambulance, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You should have just been happy with what you had. Now, you have nothing." My hospital room became a gilded cage. I listened as he plotted with his intern, Molly, to take my COO position, mocking my nerve damage, certain I was finished. He even sabotaged my surgery, ensuring permanent injury. The humiliation peaked when he wheeled me onto a stage, only for me to "accidentally" fall, exposed and vulnerable, to the world. The "Shark of Silicon Valley" became "Poor Gabby Johns," a tragic spectacle. Every condescending word, every false show of concern, was a fresh wound. He thought he'd broken me, reduced me to a pitiful charity case. He had no idea. While he celebrated his victory, believing I was defeated, a hidden message whispered into an encrypted tablet ignited a plan. I pretended to surrender, buying myself time. He just made his biggest mistake: underestimating the woman he tried to bury. I was re-arming, and the real war was about to begin.

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Caleb, my brilliant partner and fiancé, stroked my hand.

"One more month, Gabby," he whispered, "and you'll officially be the COO of Aura. My queen."

We were celebrating our empire, the tech company I architected from our dorm room.

I thought we were building a kingdom together.

That was the last clear thing I remembered before waking up to shattering pain.

My hands, once capable of flying across a keyboard, were broken, mangled.

Rough voices laughed from beyond a thin wall: "Caleb paid good money... said to make sure her hands were unusable."

My world imploded.

It was Caleb.

All of it.

He "rescued" me, a perfect performance for the world.

But in the ambulance, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

"You should have just been happy with what you had. Now, you have nothing."

My hospital room became a gilded cage.

I listened as he plotted with his intern, Molly, to take my COO position, mocking my nerve damage, certain I was finished.

He even sabotaged my surgery, ensuring permanent injury.

The humiliation peaked when he wheeled me onto a stage, only for me to "accidentally" fall, exposed and vulnerable, to the world.

The "Shark of Silicon Valley" became "Poor Gabby Johns," a tragic spectacle.

Every condescending word, every false show of concern, was a fresh wound.

He thought he'd broken me, reduced me to a pitiful charity case.

He had no idea.

While he celebrated his victory, believing I was defeated, a hidden message whispered into an encrypted tablet ignited a plan.

I pretended to surrender, buying myself time.

He just made his biggest mistake: underestimating the woman he tried to bury.

I was re-arming, and the real war was about to begin.

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