Betrayed By Ambition: Ava's Revenge

hat always made the news outlets call him a visionary. But tonight, the smile didn't reach his eyes. Behind him, a young woman stu

cky patches of what looked like blood stained the expensive fab

with a strange mix of anger and concer

art starting to beat a little faster. She looked from Mark

? Chloe, are

too loud for the quiet, minimalist hous

acket. "We were celebrating the deal... Mark left to take a call... and

r. She took a step forward, he

olice? We need to ge

with a sorrow that looked expertly pract

he knew me. He said he saw my picture with you, at that charity event you org

used. A charity event for the homeless? She had sponsored one months ago, a small,

ou talking a

her. He looked at Ava, and for the first time in their seven y

"I' m trying to build an empire, and you' re busy making us a target with your naive lit

rds out like t

not fair. I was

new initiative. She' s young, she' s brilliant, she' s what this company needs. And you, wit

rried about the press. The realization h

a doctor, not a

making calls, his voice all business. He was talking to his PR team,

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. Chloe was gone, whisked away to a private suite at a luxury hote

looking at her. He was staring at his phone, watching t

she said, her voi

g up. "Your name, Ava Thompson, is now a stain on m

He wasn' t her husband anymore.

?" she asked, a dreadful feel

interest," he said with finality. "I' ve arranged a new position for you. At a competitor' s firm. Nexus Dynamics. Their CEO, Damon Bl

ractices. It was everything Ava had fought against. Sending her there wasn

ce is a sweatshop. They violate every e

aybe a dose of reality will cure you of your idealism.

her alone in the massive, empty h

core architecture for Innovate AI' s revolutionary learning algorithm right here. It was her work, her genius, that ha

s still active, the window minimized. It was a r

to his business partner, Liam. The call was f

is face. "A little bit of fake blood, a few tears, and the media eats it u

ure about this? Ruining your own wife

too cautious, too 'moral' . She doesn' t understand that to build a real empire, you have to be willing

d her brilliant little mind to build my success. But her name is Miller, not Thompson. She was never truly

cordin

ng enough word. This was an evisceration. Her entire life with him, her love, her wo

ul, intricate, and powerful. It was what made his AI more than just a machine. He called her the 'Flower Goddess' in their early days, a joke a

em, the part of the code only she understood. It was a complex, self-sustaining system she had built, an ethical governor

protocol. Without her regular maintenance, without her guiding hand, the ethical framework would slowly, imperceptibly, begi

ack and the cold, hard clarity of a woman who had lost everything and, in doing so, had found the terrifying power of