Chapter 3 - The Crack in the Foundation
The following forty-eight hours were a masterclass in psychological warfare. Because I had kept my startup success secret, the news of the acquisition broke on national business channels that afternoon.
“Healthcare Tech Giant ‘AuraMed’ Acquired for $190 Million; Founder Audrey Miller Confirmed as Primary Shareholder.”
I didn't have to call them. My phone became a frantic, screeching siren.
Lena called. Then Derek. Then my mother. Then my aunt. Then the bank manager who had processed the mortgage. I let every single one go to voicemail.
I went to the local news station and handed them the documents proving Derek’s embezzlement. By dinner time, the story had gone viral. #AudreyMiller trended higher than any politician or celebrity. The public, who had sympathized with Lena’s "fresh start" post just two days ago, now turned on them with the ferocity of a pack of wolves.
When I finally drove back to the house, the "For Sale" sign was already in the yard, but it wasn't a standard real estate sign. It was a notice of auction for unpaid debts.
Lena was on the porch, her makeup streaked, looking smaller than I had ever seen her. As I stepped out of a black SUV, the silence in the neighborhood was heavy.
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"You're a monster," Lena hissed, her voice cracking.
"No," I said, adjusting my blazer. "I’m an independent woman. Just like you told me to be."
