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The Final Cut: Love Lost

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 482    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

f green and black. He was building a world from scratch, a small, pixelated universe that was his es

his small apartment. He needed a break. He picked up his phone, his thumb

almost scrolled past it, a world of corporate excess he had no interest in. But the camera panned across the gli

art st

hloe. Hi

tech journals: Julian Harrison, the billionaire mogul behind Harrison Dynamics. She was lo

er hand rested on Harrison' s tuxedo sleeve, the way her head tilted just

to be at a "networking event for her influencer brand." She had

ittered under the ballroom lights, catching the camera' s flash. He knew that bracelet. She ha

from his freelance coding jobs-and his stomach had twiste

ghed, the disappointme

was on h

anger. The air in his small apartment suddenly felt suffocating.

think. He

out sneakers slapping against the floor as he ran. He ne

had built with her was as fak

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The Final Cut: Love Lost
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“Ethan Miller, a game developer, was lost in his pixelated world until his fiancée, Chloe, shattered it. He watched online as she flaunted herself with billionaire Julian Harrison, a man old enough to be her father, wearing a sapphire bracelet he couldn't afford. Chloe's merciless abandonment followed. She returned to their apartment only to trash his monitor, mocking him as a "broke nobody" and declaring her love for Harrison right to his face, adding insult to injury. The deep betrayal and humiliation felt like a physical blow. He stared at the shattered screen, the broken pieces of his game, of his life. Chloe packed her bags, laughing as she left, promising Monaco and a life he couldn' t dream of. His world spiraled-a small apartment, a crashed monitor, and the echoing words of Chloe with her new lover. He was a victim, a nobody. Everything they had built was fake, like the pixels on his screen. But the hurt quickly solidified into a cold, burning anger. He picked up his phone, dialed a number he hadn't touched in three years, and with a steady voice, declared, "Dad, I'm coming home."”
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