From Pawn to CEO Queen

funeral home. It was Mark, my boyfriend of three

't make it. Chloe's havi

agile," always needing Mark. My voice broke as I whispered, "Mark, I have no one

e with cold eyes. "About the house your father left you... Chloe's landlord is kicking

doning me; he was trying to erase me. I stood there, speechless,

g me of being selfish, jealous of "poor Chloe." Then, Chloe walked in, clinging to Mark, whispering apologies, playing the blameless victim.

houlders, telling everyone how "natural" she was at my job, even offering her

d. My entire life, my heartbreak, was just a game, and I was the final boss. Mark knew. He watched me grieve, he wat

ompanion. He tells me Mark has spent years torturing Chloe, trying to cross dimensions to

ng him, a deep, resonant voice proclaiming, "I'm the one who always chose her." He turns to me, his eyes filled w