La Requiem

Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine

Cornelia

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.

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Seconds then minutes ticks by on the clock. I wonder when time will guide us to our inevitable death and whether are there other worlds that have the same concept of an ending. sigh, What sins have I done to deserve such eternal torment? All I can do now is wait for death itself to arrive and harbor the living souls to the afterlife.

The first few words I heard were faint, then it soon got louder. In the end, I woke up in shock.

"Katsumi? Katsumi! Wake up, stop sleeping in the middle of class,"

"Oh? yes, sir?"

"Now, could you please read page 57 on the English textbook and stop sleeping again in class."

As I read the text, time passed on, and soon it was already lunch. Afterward, I thought to myself what that dream was about. I hope that doesn't happen to me or anyone else. Anyways, I do not want to think too hard about that, I'm happy it's lunch. Now I can eat my favorite bento with Yuki and Senzou.

I looked behind me and I didn't see Yuki anywhere. Now I'm worried about where he went to, usually, he doesn't like leaving his desk. I hope he doesn't get involved with some delinquents yesterday and now he has to deal with them.

*Door creaks open*

"Ah, there you are Yuki. I've been searching for you, why are you on the school's roof anyways?"

"Katsumi...I have a few questions to ask you. Firstly, what will you do if we are all gone? And if you were alone what would you do?" Yuki asked, dubious but eager nonetheless.

"Hmm, the first thing I would think to myself is why was everyone gone? And I would be sad if my friends and family were gone too because I care too much for you guys and I could never fathom such a thing to happen so quickly."

"Katsumi, do you think Senzou is a better friend than I am?"

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