22 August 2026

The words hung in the air like something fragile that had already shattered.

The words hung in the air like something fragile that had already shattered.

“You built everything with my money.”

For the first time since I’d walked into that gleaming office, the silence wasn’t just heavy—it was sharp. Cutting.

Steven flinched.

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