His Toxic Legacy

His Toxic Legacy

Gavin

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My seven-year relationship with Mark was a whirlwind of late nights building our startup, a venture I poured my entire life into. He was my co-founder, my boyfriend, and soon, I thought, my future. Then, the unthinkable happened: a notification pinged, and Mark was dead, a shocking end to my world. But before I could even grieve, his pre-recorded video went viral, branding me a "toxic ex" and leaving everything we built to Tiffany, his college obsession. The internet exploded, a torrent of hate branding me a gold-digger, a villain in his self-authored drama. His lawyer delivered a cruel letter, demanding I arrange his lavish funeral for Tiffany and financially support his parents who had always treated me like dirt. I fought, I won my share of the company, but my name was mud, my reputation shattered. Just as I stepped out of court, vindicated but broken, a monstrous SUV barrelled towards me. Tiffany knelt over my bleeding body, a serene smile on her face, confessing she' d orchestrated Mark' s death for his money. The pain was searing, but the rage was absolute – how could I have been so blind, so used, so utterly disposable? My life, my sacrifices, all meticulously destroyed by the very people I trusted most. Was this truly my end, a footnote in their cruel game? Then, a jolt. I opened my eyes to the thumping bass of a college frat party, years in the past, and saw Mark standing across the room. I had a second chance. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would rewrite every single chapter.

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My seven-year relationship with Mark was a whirlwind of late nights building our startup, a venture I poured my entire life into.

He was my co-founder, my boyfriend, and soon, I thought, my future.

Then, the unthinkable happened: a notification pinged, and Mark was dead, a shocking end to my world.

But before I could even grieve, his pre-recorded video went viral, branding me a "toxic ex" and leaving everything we built to Tiffany, his college obsession.

The internet exploded, a torrent of hate branding me a gold-digger, a villain in his self-authored drama.

His lawyer delivered a cruel letter, demanding I arrange his lavish funeral for Tiffany and financially support his parents who had always treated me like dirt.

I fought, I won my share of the company, but my name was mud, my reputation shattered.

Just as I stepped out of court, vindicated but broken, a monstrous SUV barrelled towards me.

Tiffany knelt over my bleeding body, a serene smile on her face, confessing she' d orchestrated Mark' s death for his money.

The pain was searing, but the rage was absolute – how could I have been so blind, so used, so utterly disposable?

My life, my sacrifices, all meticulously destroyed by the very people I trusted most.

Was this truly my end, a footnote in their cruel game?

Then, a jolt.

I opened my eyes to the thumping bass of a college frat party, years in the past, and saw Mark standing across the room.

I had a second chance.

This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would rewrite every single chapter.

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