No More Tears, Only Retribution

The eviction notice, a cruel red rectangle, mocked me from my door.

Just months ago, I was Chloe, the artist poised to revolutionize the world with Aura, my groundbreaking AI.

Now, the world was closing in, air squeezed from my lungs.

Then, at the sprawling Innovatech conference, the stage set for our triumph, my fiancé Mark unveiled Aura, which I poured my soul into, as his own.

"I call her... Genesis," he boomed, "created solely by me."

My best friend, Sarah, whose hand I held moments before, gazed at him with adoration, not outrage.

The fallout was swift and brutal.