Scattered Dreams Billionaire Promises

For seven years, I poured my soul into "Pixelated Promises," a game that was meant to be the living embodiment of my love story with Liam.

I envisioned it as the grand finale, the pixelated masterpiece that would finally lead to his proposal.

But at the biggest gaming convention of the year, my world shattered as I watched him on the main stage, showcasing my game, rebranded as "Digital Destiny," with his ex-girlfriend, Sophia, at his side.

My characters, my art, my life's work-all presented as her vision, while Liam stood by, beaming, completely oblivious to the dawning horror on my face.

He dismissed my pain, my betrayal, and every question I had, brushing it all off as "just a rebranding" for "the good of the project" because Sophia had a "huge following."

He even had the audacity to suggest that since I "hated the spotlight," I should just "lend" her my life' s work.

Later, I overheard conversations confirming my worst fears: Liam and Sophia' s collaboration wasn't new; it was a premeditated plan spanning years, and I was just a temporary placeholder until his "real love" was available.

My seven-year relationship, my dreams, my very identity-all crumbled into dust, proving I had been nothing more than a convenient tool.

Adding insult to injury, he exploited my critical illness, diagnosed just weeks prior, to manipulate me into continuing to provide technical support for their game.