SHAWN
This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.
Maybe I was in a dream, or trapped in some cruel alternate reality. Surely, that was the only explanation. My wife couldn't be S.N.
She couldn't be the elusive tech billionaire who had appeared out of the blue, invested in our company, and worked behind the scenes to support our growth.
Surely… my hands were sweaty and my feet felt numb against the carpet as my grandfather’s shouting rang in my ears. I could hear the murmurs of the shareholders and the cold decisions they were bent on making.
This was real. This nightmare was my reality.
Elara was S.N. She had supported the company all this while with her own funds… even while I had mistreated her. Even while I had abused her and let my family abuse her.
How? How had she done it?
