His Dying Heart, Her Fatal Betrayal

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ours earlier, I was on the brink of a breakthrough with my new social media algorithm, t

e's work ripped from my hands. My adoptive family, the Harrisons, treated my assault with cold indifference, pre

splay of affection with the very people who had just orchestrated my ruin. The business trip,

so completely, so callously? Why was my impending death met with such a chil

, walking out on the Harrisons and the life I thought was mine. But some betrayals run