His Apathy, Her Freedom's Dawn

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ideo montage began to play. It showcased 'ThrillSeeker Media' – my company, my pass

d been meticulously edited to feature her. My voiceovers were replaced with hers. My name, co

before every jump. The pride I felt seeing my vision come to life. This gallery represent

nnounced, her voice saccharine sweet, "we'll be making some exciting changes. Starting wi

here tonight, looked at me, their faces etched with shock and betrayal. They were m

eart hammered against my ribs, a desperate d

unging forward. "She's a thief

th, stifling my cries. Axel. His grip was viselike, his eyes cold a

y ear, his voice tight with barely sup

to reach my team, to warn them. But then, a sha

room spun. A heavy drowsiness enveloped me, dr

throbbed, my limbs felt heavy, like lead. A

dio! My team! I had to g

it up. "The studio! She's taki

his hand resting on my forehead

down my face. "It can't be! Mak

ok in his eyes. "There's nothing to tell,

s. His eyes. The way he avoided my

r." My mind flashed back to the many times I'd shared my ideas, my passw

with the force of a physical blow. He had given her

p disappointment. He tried to reach out, to cover my eyes, as if he couldn't

n't breathe. "Why?" I choked out, tears streami

Emerson, you don't need that little studio. It was just a hobby, an indulgence." His voice was soothing, bu

lost everything helping mine. Her marriage was a disaster. I owe her. We owe her." He look

k. My identity. My sense of self. All for hi

into a cold, hard resolve. He would neve

se, Axel. Don't let her fire them. They're

air. "Emerson, I can't interfere with A

ll limp at my sides. He had condemned them. He had condemned me. The world, o