Betrayed by Love, Forged by Fire

the right hands. In the hands of an

ound a pattern. Mark Renshaw specialized in representing powerful men in messy breakups, and in every case, the woman w

dentifying details but full of specifics. The story of a startup founder whose partner took her code. The story of a de

housands of time. Speculation ran wild in comment sections. It didn't take long for people to connect the

ple launching a new venture was tainted. Whispers started. Was his a story of innovat

ed an internal investigation. Two weeks after I deposited his check, the same courier f

clause stating all jointly developed IP, even after the company' s dissolution, remained joint property. It was the document Mark was sup

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ry store. I was buying real food for the first time in

for a second before her mask of cool superiority s

ave to eat

ngs have been... difficult. But you can' t go around spreading thes

th hurts,

essure, so you' re trying to tear down someone who can. You should

me, to put me in my place

take it. I' m having a little get-together next week. Just a few old

ing for the trap. Finding none, her arrogance returned

she said, an

of course. Not for her

ring in my new, sparsely furnished

ried, honey. We saw the articl

a moment of generosity, had invested a small sum in David' s first venture, the one before mine. David ran it into the

"I' m taking care of it. I need you to do something for me. I need y

till have it

on' t talk to David or Emily

rotecting the people I loved

investors. The bad press was making them nervous. He called me befor

eed to clear the air. I' ll be back in a week. Let' s have dinner when I

thought a quiet dinner and some of his old

said, my voice soft and yie

y apartment, which was covered in a complex web

eld. And I was the one who h