Ex wife Revenge on Ex husband

The Art of Deception

The gallery was abuzz with the crème de la crème from the tech and art worlds gathered for the unveiling of Richard's AI-generated "masterpiece," a holographic exhibit that he had christened Eternal Loop. Standing beside him was Clara, her smile a porcelain mask, as he ramblingly talked about "synergy between human creativity and machine logic."

"Clara's gallery was just the right canvas for this collaboration," he told them, his hand receding past her lower back. Possessive gesture. A warning.

Her gaze swept through the room. Vivian Locke was still hanging out at the bar, eyes with a hawk's precision watching Clara. Ethan's face flashed in her mind tied, desperate. Play it out. For now.

After the function, Richard trapped her in the climate-controlled vault of the gallery where the central AI core of the exhibit hummed.

"You did great tonight," he said, way too close. "But I know you are planning something. That tremor in your hands whenever I touched you? Still hates me, huh?"

Clara stepped back. "Where's Ethan?"

"Safe. For now." He tapped on the AI core. "This is not just art. It is a prototype—a predictive engine learning human behavior. Your old algorithms, upgraded. It has already mapped your patterns—how you walk, talk, breathe. It knows you are Elena. Soon, it will know all. "

Blood turned to ice in her veins. "You're mad."

"Am I?" He smiled slyly. "The very first job of the AI? To locate your brother for real. Because even I do not know where my men took him. Isn't poetic?"

Flashback—Ten Years Back

Elena, mid-20s, laughing with Richard while co-building one of the earliest AI models in their tiny apartment. "Just picture it Rich—software to predict human choices! We could help people not manipulate them."

Richard leaned in and kissed her temple. "We will. Together."

Present Day

Clara trembled in the presence of Richard. "You used to believe in us. In good."

"Beliefs are for kids." He moved closer, "But you… you are still my greatest project. My undoing."

Security alerts blared. Red lights flickered on the AI core.

"Anomaly detected. Biometric signature of Elena Marlow confirmed. Initiating Protocol Omega."

Richard's smirk faltered. "What the hell—"

From her dress, Clara retrieved a USB drive. The counter-punch had been deployed during the course of the exhibit. "You taught me to always have a backup plan, remember?"

The AI screen lit up, announcing, "Decrypting… Location of Ethan Marlow: 44.5°N, 63.5°W."

Nova Scotia.

Richard lunged, but Clara was already on the way out, alarms raging through the gallery.