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Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 659    |    Released on: 17/06/2025

the Harrison presentation. Mr. Harrison, a notoriously shrewd investor, was her one shot to get her visionary community project off the

screen. She ignored it. It rang again, insist

he Harrison meeting,

. She' s at St. Mary' s. They said... they said she needs a blood transfusion, urgently. And

d, but a cynical voice

l. My career depends on it. Tiffany wil

ing, and you' re worried about a meetin

scoffed. "I' m going

pounding. This was too

ffice was located, a black SUV cut her off abruptly, forcing her to

do you think

presentation, Mark

, but he grabbed her a

not going

ark was stronger. He slapped her, hard

bitch! Tiffan

it emerged – Mark' s hired security, a

r," Mark

overpowered her, dragging her towards the SUV. She saw her presentation c

guely remembered a needle p

ere they' d taken blood. A wave of nausea hit her. The clock on the w

ionalism in failing to attend today's scheduled meeting with Mr. Harrison is astounding. Mr. Harrison has in

filled her. Her proje

a picture of concerned innocence, but h

re awake. How a

ve designer handbag, a

ve this. A little some

ped. She snatched the handbag and, with a furious cry, threw it against the wall

just as it opened and Mark rushed in. Tiffany imme

ears instantly welling. "My hand! I

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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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