To the Morrison family, I was simply the inconvenient pregnant ex-wife, a woman to be tolerated, ridiculed, and ultimately discarded.

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I didn't take my eyes off him.

Protocol Seven wasn't a bluff. It was the clause I drafted during the divorce, designed to protect the company from reckless management abuses.

Chapter 4: The Empire Freezes

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I worked 80-hour weeks in a freezing apartment to buy my parents their dream farmhouse in cash. Returning unannounced 6 years later, I caught my frail father was sweeping the driveway and my mom was washing clothes under the brutal sun like indentured servants. On the porch, my sister-in-law and her mother sipped iced tea and sneered: “Watch it, old man! You’re getting dirt on my designer shoes.” They were living like queens on the money I sent for my parents’ medicine. My blood turned cold. Three minutes later, they begged me for putting an end to their pain…