My Destiny Found in Betrayal's Wake

Kenne

d." No pleasantries, no regret. Just a cold, efficient dismissal. A finality that res

ed at me with an almost hostile blankness. "Ms. Kennedy," she began, her tone clipped, "we understand you're leaving under... unusual circumstances. A word of advice: b

e like an unwelcome shadow. "That's her, isn't it?" "The one Jackson married for the company's sake." "Such a shame. She seemed so sweet." The pity, the j

atisfaction of seeing me break. I moved with a practiced calm, methodically completing each task, refusing to acknowledge t

e, a dark figure silhouetted against the bright hallway. His eyes, burning with an intense, pos

across the hushed office. "Are you sure she hasn't taken anything? You know, company secrets, client lists... I wouldn't put it past her. Some

u actually suspect me of something like that?" The accusation, coming from him, was a fresh wo

you to check Alycia's company laptop. Every file, every email. Now." Mark, the hea

o be laid bare for everyone to see. My stomach clenched, bile rising in my throat. This

's my personal information in there! My private emails, my photos..." My voice cracked, laced with d

t let them do this." His face was a mask of cold indifference. He grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. "Tell me, Alycia,"

s the spectacle. "She's always been a little too close to the boss," someone muttered. "Proba

with a sharp command. "Just get the laptop open, Mark! I want to see ev

lent office. I lurched forward, trying to yank the laptop away from

Mark, trembling, clicked the mouse, and the screen flickered

eyes sparkling, his arms wrapped around me. The intimate, undeniable proof of our five-year secret, splashed across the large monitor

ing over me, threatening to drown me completely. My private life, our private life, was now a public spec

ead. "Still playing games? You know these are just doctored photos. Some clever photo editing, perhaps? You always were good with graphics, weren't

red, then laughed. "Wow, she really thought he'd fall for that?" The ridicule,

t's truly sad, isn't it? To cling to such fantasies. Perhaps you should seek some help. And if you're truly lonely, I suppose Jackson and I could find you a nice, sta

and clear, echoing his earlier denial. "A sweet girl, but perhaps a bit... over-imaginative. We'll find a good match for her. Campbell, perhaps you coul

to realize my mistake and come back? True love always wins, darling. Some people just don't understand that." Her words, meant to reinforce her victory,

ycia. They always come back. You can't live without me." He thought he knew me, thought he held power over me. He be

utally murdered, replaced by a cold, searing hatred. I wouldn't just walk away; I