The Self-Destruct Was My Only Gift

I stood in the shadows backstage at the press conference.

My husband Ethan was in the spotlight, crediting my AI system to Sadie White.

I had spent five years on it, coding day and night even while pregnant.

In that moment, I finally understood: the Sinclair empire I'd built with my own hands was nothing more than a birthday gift for his mistress.

He used my achievements to promote her, used my son to threaten me, forcing me to apologize publicly and kneel in submission.