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Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 447    |    Released on: 17/06/2025

t her mother painted, a miniature portrait inside, a piece

had left, a tangible piece

ew York real estate magnate, Mr. Caldwell. Sarah, a talented architect, felt small in he

s. Mark stood on the small stage, a microphone in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd befo

year," Mark announced, his voice booming, "a

ket. Sarah' s breath ca

ut her moth

asp escaping her lips as Mark fastened it around her neck.

g over her. She pushed through t

at are yo

of annoyance in his e

now. We're c

arah said, her voice rising, ign

the locket, her fingers

s lovely. Mark

age piece hit the polished floor with a sickenin

ugh Sarah. She knelt, picking it

broke

down from the stage, Ti

ld trinket, Sara

m around Tiffan

nough for Sarah to hear as they walked away

ed locket clutched tight. He called her mother' s legacy a trinket

lifelines her father extended to Mark' s firm, the o

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Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge
Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge
“My life was supposed to be a success story, a talented architect married to a rising firm owner, living comfortably in Chicago. But at the annual holiday gala, my husband, Mark, publicly humiliated me by gifting my deceased mother's irreplaceable locket to his conniving intern, Tiffany, who then carelessly shattered it. What followed was a cruel spiral of blatant infidelity, his dismissal of my grief, gaslighting about his constant neglect, and their calculated plot to destroy my career; he even staged a fake suicide attempt for Tiffany, forcing me to donate my rare blood type on the day of my most critical professional presentation, then watched as they celebrated with my stolen project and commissioned my anniversary gown for his mistress. Lying in that sterile hospital room, sedated and weak, I understood the full extent of their calculated cruelty; every betrayal was a deliberate, agonizing twist of the knife, leaving me stripped of everything and simmering with a cold, unwavering fury. As Mark brazenly handed over my stolen designs to Tiffany, dismissing my accusations of plagiarism, I finally made the call I vowed I never would: to my reclusive, powerful father in New York, demanding he pull every string and dismantle Mark' s entire empire, piece by piece.”
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