Her Cold Eyes, His Burning Revenge

suit jacket and plastered my hair to my forehead. It was the same

e I built from nothing, had been declared bankrupt that morning. The final blow

the three people I tr

r, Sarah

ée, Emil

nd, my "good bro

fice building that used to be mine. A luxury car pulled up, the window roll

evin had laughed, his voice sharp a

on her face, but her eyes were cold. "We

rry, just looked away, her hand resti

hey drove away, leaving me to drown in my failure and their betrayal. The despair

opened

gone. The c

the warm, bright lights of an auditorium. The low murmur of a crowd filled the air. On the stage

st my ribs. I knew this

three y

he day it

evious life, I had come here full of hope, ready to pitch the project that was my life

stage, Sarah and Emi

one serious and concerned. "It's not fair to the other

is pitching today too. It wouldn't be right for you to have

and honor. I went on stage and gave my pitch without mentioning my famil

es were blown away by

t that was supposed to come through was mysteriously pulle

ehind my back. They used their influence, my family's influence, to channel resources and projects directly to Kevin Chen. Th

hey took what was mine and hand

m. Sarah and Emily were sitting together, their heads bent in a conspiratorial whisper. A few se

a friendly wave, the same way

ng remnants of love and familial duty I might have felt, snapped. Th

They were not my friend

ir faces etched with the same fake concern as before. They were about t

I wouldn'

the entire pitch event that had been the start of my downfall. I walked out

was Sarah' s annoyed vo

e bright afternoon sun. For the first time, I was in co

cond chance

ry in my past life, celebrating my departure as if a burden

ey would be the ones le