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His Betrayal, Her Rebirth

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1148    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

n my first life, this was a minor, successful campaign that went off without a hitch. It was oversha

n incident, she called an impromptu meeting with Mr. Thompson and the senior staff. I

pson' s assistant came out an

as sitting beside Mr. T

, his voice heavy. "Chloe ha

hloe said, her voice filled with faux concern. "We' re plannin

s the plan. It' s part

o clearly. The new glass railing they installed. It' s faulty.

asn' t in my past life' s script. She wa

eping my voice steady. "The hotel just passed a ci

untered smoothly. "The vision was clear. A structural failure. We c

ll fresh in his mind. The idea of a fatal accident at o

argument. "And sever ties with the Crimson Door account. I

client based on a feeling! We have a contract! Th

pson snapped. "Chloe has been right twice. I' m not going t

edicting events anymore; she was actively manipulating our business decisions, co

happen. I couldn't

oftop bar construction. I found the name of the engineering firm that signed of

with logic was useless. But what if the magic was a lie? What if the fi

empty office. I dialed the number for the city

ire at The Gilded Spoon last month was deliberately set." I gave them what little I had-the timing, Chloe' s "pre

t the Crimson Door Hotel' s rooftop bar. There' s a rumor that a

iet for a moment. "That' s a very s

ave someone check it out. Discreetly. The engineering firm was

ll flicker of hope. I had don

the Crimson Door contract, managing the legal and financial fallout. Chloe walked a

me, glued to my laptop, constantly refreshing th

sense of dread. There had been no news of a coll

ed an all-hands m

tential tragedy at the Crimson Door Hotel. Because of her foresight, we

for dramat

there was a private event on that same rooftop. A section of the glass rail

d turned to ice in my veins. It happened. It act

re, unadulterated awe. She had the grace to look sad, shakin

wasn't seeing a prophet

ty check. It should have stopped this. Unless... unless the sabotage was so subtle, so expertly

re. This was a conspiracy. Sh

. I hadn' t prevented the disaster; I had only succeeded

ought solidified in my mind. Chloe Davis wasn't just a li

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