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Her Betrayal, His Rebirth

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 842    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

on Ethan needed. Sarah and Mark were masters of presentation

line, Sarah' s voice was tig

'Chrono Rift' so much

appens when you have the hottest game on the market

spun the failure as a mark of success. It was a lie, slick and practiced, and their aud

e didn't need to watch them

the fringe of the gaming world, in forgotten forums and small Discord servers where real developers and

is forum posts from years ago. Mark wasn' t just unoriginal, he was a thief. His digital footprint was a trail of

ered Isles," the game's first major DLC. It promised new

old "Nexus" hard drive again, navigating to a folder labeled "Scrapped Ideas." There it was. An almost identical drawing of a crystalline tree he' d made in col

a

't just riding the coattails of "Aetheria's" stolen hype, he was actively pillaging Ethan's

was a genius. To Ethan,

st a few days later, g

incredible ideas?" the

ug, as if he were a vessel for some divine inspiration. "I

isionary. That' s why I left my old life behind. I saw this raw, unstoppable talen

tner was stealing his college drawings. They didn't even see him as a threat. They thought he was a broken man, a

post angry comments. He be

ame a digital archeologist. He took screenshots. He used the Wayback Machine to archive old forum pages where Mark had discussed concepts that were eerily si

ncrypted and backed up in three separa

ah bought a new house, a sprawling modern mansion in the hills. They did a nauseatingly cheerful tour of it on

op of the worl

le he was still struggling to get back on his feet. But with every piece of evidence he save

And he was quietly, patiently, g

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“The memory was a ghost that never left my apartment. It played on a loop: Sarah, glowing on screen, cheering fans, my game "Aetheria" about to launch. "Five more minutes, baby," she' d whispered, "And the world will see what a genius you are. I' ll make sure of it." I believed her. I poured everything into "Aetheria," my masterpiece. Sarah, the biggest streamer, was my partner, promising a massive launch. But when her stream hit zero, not "Aetheria," but "Chrono Rift," a cheap clone, filled the screen. Then her voice, slick and commercial, declared, "THIS is the game of the year. 'Chrono Rift' is here!" The betrayal was immediate. She savaged my game: "A little birdie told me 'Aetheria' is a buggy, unplayable mess. Don' t waste your money. The developer is in way over his head." The world broke. Months later, surrounded by final notice bills, I heard her on the news. "Chrono Rift" sold ten million units. Mark, its developer, wrapped an arm around her, speaking of their "stable future." I later learned of their affair, their secret deal. My ruin was their business expense. Why? How could she? The woman I loved, my partner, had systematically destroyed me for profit. Clicking off the TV, I saw an old hard drive labeled "Nexus," my abandoned first project. Plugging it in, I saw a strange line of code, a "developer' s blessing," reminding me of boundless creativity. A jolt. I would rebuild. I started "Aetheria 2.0." Their castle of glass stood, but I was gathering stones.”
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