At his promotion party, he forced me to wear a maids uniform and serve drinks!

“I thought dimming my light would help someone else shine,” she said. “I realized that if someone needs you to be small for them to feel big, they aren’t worth the space they occupy. I don’t carry passengers anymore.”

Mark turned off the television, the silence of the room echoing the void of his future. He had been given the world and had traded it for a costume. Meanwhile, Elena’s phone buzzed with a message from her most formidable rival, Julian Thorne, asking for the dinner date she had spent years declining.

Elena smirked, her eyes fixed on the horizon of a world she now openly owned. She wasn’t just a founder or a wife; she was the Architect. And the new era had just begun.