Her Empire, His Ruin

Her Empire, His Ruin

Gavin

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My thumb hovered over the screen, then I tapped the little heart. It was a beautiful, honest architecture project from an old friend, the kind I used to dream of doing. Then the comment popped up from another classmate: "Ethan Miller! Good to see you' re still keeping up with real architecture. Thought you' d be lost to the dark side by now." The "dark side" was Vance Development, my wife Olivia' s company, where I was the head architect, designing sterile luxury condos. I closed the app, the familiar dull ache starting in my chest, and watched Olivia prepare for the Urban Development Gala in our opulent penthouse. She needed to project success for the mayor and investors, especially with the Greenleaf Park deal-a small beloved park in a working-class neighborhood she planned to destroy for our most luxurious development yet, The Pinnacle. "Try to look happy tonight, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. "It doesn' t look good if my own husband seems miserable." I was miserable. And people were talking about her and Leo Maxwell, her new star project manager. Her calendar, carelessly left open on the kitchen tablet, confirmed my fears: "2 PM - 5 PM: Site Immersion w/ Leo - The Pinnacle." A secret meeting, not the kind she told everyone about. I watched her black town car pull away. The anger and jealousy were gone, replaced by a chilling clarity. The foundation was cracked. It had to come down. My phone buzzed. Olivia. She knew about the social media like. "Ethan, what the hell was that?" Her voice was sharp, panicked. "Are you trying to sabotage me?" "It was a post from a friend, Olivia. I liked it." "A friend who builds non-profit shacks out of garbage! Leo was just saying how important a unified front is right now." Leo. Of course. She softened her tone: "Once the Pinnacle project is greenlit, we' ll take that trip to Italy, the one we talked about. Just us." The promise was hollow, a worn-out coin she offered whenever she needed my compliance. "Okay, Olivia," I said, my voice flat. "I have to go. Leo is waiting. Don' t be late for the gala." She hung up. I walked to my study, opened the drawer, and looked at the divorce papers my lawyer had drawn up a month ago. The decision was no longer a question. It was an answer.

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My thumb hovered over the screen, then I tapped the little heart. It was a beautiful, honest architecture project from an old friend, the kind I used to dream of doing.

Then the comment popped up from another classmate: "Ethan Miller! Good to see you' re still keeping up with real architecture. Thought you' d be lost to the dark side by now."

The "dark side" was Vance Development, my wife Olivia' s company, where I was the head architect, designing sterile luxury condos.

I closed the app, the familiar dull ache starting in my chest, and watched Olivia prepare for the Urban Development Gala in our opulent penthouse.

She needed to project success for the mayor and investors, especially with the Greenleaf Park deal-a small beloved park in a working-class neighborhood she planned to destroy for our most luxurious development yet, The Pinnacle.

"Try to look happy tonight, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. "It doesn' t look good if my own husband seems miserable."

I was miserable. And people were talking about her and Leo Maxwell, her new star project manager.

Her calendar, carelessly left open on the kitchen tablet, confirmed my fears: "2 PM - 5 PM: Site Immersion w/ Leo - The Pinnacle." A secret meeting, not the kind she told everyone about.

I watched her black town car pull away. The anger and jealousy were gone, replaced by a chilling clarity. The foundation was cracked. It had to come down.

My phone buzzed. Olivia. She knew about the social media like.

"Ethan, what the hell was that?" Her voice was sharp, panicked. "Are you trying to sabotage me?"

"It was a post from a friend, Olivia. I liked it."

"A friend who builds non-profit shacks out of garbage! Leo was just saying how important a unified front is right now." Leo. Of course.

She softened her tone: "Once the Pinnacle project is greenlit, we' ll take that trip to Italy, the one we talked about. Just us."

The promise was hollow, a worn-out coin she offered whenever she needed my compliance.

"Okay, Olivia," I said, my voice flat.

"I have to go. Leo is waiting. Don' t be late for the gala." She hung up.

I walked to my study, opened the drawer, and looked at the divorce papers my lawyer had drawn up a month ago. The decision was no longer a question. It was an answer.

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