His Betrayal, My Second Chance

g the world. In reality, I was the mind, the mother, the secret architect behind "Oracle,"

e podium, his voice echoing off the glass walls. He announced the challenge: whoever could fully

y unique algorithms, my specific touch. Suddenly, I was the most popular person in the room. Ambitious colleagues, people who barely

life, I had made a choice. I chose the charismatic marketing director, Jake Thompson. He had a smile t

nights, fueled by coffee and a naive belief in our partnership, tailoring my algo

EO' s chair, he thanked

ord, every piece of documentation related to Oracle. He credited it

ricated evidence that painted me as a traitor. He had me blacklisted from the entire tech indus

ate and complex piece of my intellect, to Sarah. He condemned me to a life

new, expansive office. He clutched a crumpled memo, a printout

pat, his voice cold. "She nearly lost her mind trying to compete with you. I could have integra

s jealousy. He blamed me for his own ambition. He had security escort me ou

in the conference room again, the echo of Mr. Henderson's announcement still