ace. She reached into her designer han

aid, her voice laced with poison. She unfol

arriage ce

nd hers on it. Dat

small, private ceremony two years ago, was framed on our bedroom wall. I stared a

ispered. "Wh

there was nothing there. No love, n

. "I downloaded a template online. It was just a piece of

promises, the future we were supposed to share-all of it was a lie. A ca

cing. "The shares. We were partners. I

t another c

. Not the incorporation papers, not the shareholder agreements. Nothing. You

ed a single, grimy key onto my desk

s a severance package, you can have our first apartment. The

giving me back the symbol of our humble beginnings as a

give us the drive. The one with all the core alg

Don't make this difficu

s hand outstretched, as if he was

destroyed my life, standing there demanding the very heart of my creation.

he shock and pain solidified int

Years of my life's work. The source code, the encryption keys, the entire database of our

Chloe both visibly relaxed

the strength I

red against the far wall and fell to the

it," I said, my v

hold, I turned back to look at them one last time. Mark was scrambling on the floor,

bankruptcy," I said. "Enjoy your house of cards.

leaving the wreckage of