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Unmade Choices: A Love Rebuilt

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 527    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

rning, I wa

been building since I was twenty-two. The market was at a peak I knew it wouldn't see again for yea

cuments of the future: a forgotten brick shell in a forgotten neighborhood. But I knew in five years, this "derelict" area would

an Francisco that week and called

, it's

you'd call," she sai

have the headquarters. I have the capital. I have a list of a dozen small star

ently just a handful of coders in a garage but would become household names. I talked about

p and focused, occasionally interrupting with a point

a madman," she said when I f

ace that quickly became the talk of the burgeoning tech scene. Our partnership was electric. We finished each other's sentences in boardrooms

d it happening. It wasn't a whirlwind romance. It was a slow burn, built on late-n

he SoHo loft was a fifth-floor walk-up with faulty plumbing. Julian's "art" wasn't selling. He spent hi

e starving artist faded quickly when faced with eviction notices and mounting credit card debt. I heard from a mutual

o satisfaction. Her story

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“The screech of tires, the crunch of metal, the blinding pain – then, Isabella' s dying whisper: she' d run off with Julian, the starving artist, for a "real" life. My world was ending on the Brooklyn Bridge, yet her last words were a bullet to the heart, proving every sacrifice I made for her had been for nothing. The flash of emergency lights, the fading cold... and then I blinked. I was back, tuxedo-clad, at our engagement party in the Hamptons. A year ago. Julian, the artist, strode in, chaotic and loud, pointing dramatically at me, declaring my life a "golden cage." Last time, Isabella had clung to me, mortified. This time, she looked at him, then at me, tears in her eyes, a strange resolve on her face. She took off the diamond ring, letting it clink on a table, and walked straight to him, choosing him. My parents were aghast, the guests gasped, but I felt no pain, no shock. Just a clear, potent understanding. Life had given me a reset button, and I was done playing her game. This time, I' d make my own rules.”
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