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.