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Her Betrayal, His Rebirth

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 823    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

d expected it. What he hadn't expected was th

stream, her face a carefully const

d to help him. I reached out. Mark and I, we offered him a partnersh

letting the

ie than work with people who are actually successful. I think... I think the

chat from his official account. `It' s true. We just wanted to help

nevolent saints. Their millions of followers, who had no reason to doubt them, flooded social media with h

ty. He didn't bother to defend himself. A war of words was

community. "Final warning from them. Now,

. They saw the truth because they were part of the process.

clear his head. As he walked toward a local coffee shop, he saw them. Sarah and Mar

But their faces weren't filled with a

of them shouted, holding up his p

" another yelled. "You promised new c

d Isles" DLC had faded, replaced by the reality of a rushed, greedy product. The cracks

y a panicked look. Mark stepped in

ul game of the year. If you can' t afford a few optional items,

ully his own customers. The

t was a notification from an encrypted messaging a

. The exposé is sc

known for its integrity. They had contacted Ethan weeks ago, having noticed the suspicious circu

he storm

bodyguard as they pushed their way through the angry players. They were so b

going to hide and wait for the exposé to save him

esolve hardening in his chest. He opened

exposé was set for Friday. He

ut a new a

to show the world what we' ve built together. 'Ae

silent act of defiance. He was no longer reacting to them. He was taking control of his

. Let them have their lie

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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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