Broken Man's Billionaire Revenge

The company let me go. Age discrimination, they called it. Thirty-five, and already too old for the hustle.

Then, my son, Leo, lost sight in one eye in a stupid neighborhood accident.

A week later, my wife, SeraphinaSeratumbled down the stairs and fractured her leg.

The towering medical bills were a lead weight on my chest, suffocating the air out of me. But I kept grinding, pushing through every hellish job I could find to keep my little family afloat.

Until the day I landed a gig as an extra on a film set, and saw the woman with the "broken leg" soaring thirty feet above me.

1

I stood there, paralyzed, watching the lead actress, who was mid-air, executing a perfect wire-work fight sequence.

It was her. The curve of her jaw, the way she moved, the unmistakable graceit was Seraphina. My wife. The woman I tucked into bed every night.

How... how was she doing this?

Hey! What are you staring at? Get down and play dead, will ya! A fellow extra hissed, nudging me hard. You mess this up, you dont get paid a dime!

I forced myself to drop, my face pressed against the cold, dusty floor of the soundstage. My eyes were shut tight, but the tears, hot and humiliating, leaked out and disappeared into the grime.

When the director finally yelled, Cut! the world tilted. I scrambled up, stumbling toward the bright, manicured circle where Sera was instantly enveloped by her team.

Her assistant, a sharp-faced young man named Benji, put a hand on my chest. Sir, what do you think youre doing? Are you looking for an autograph? Honestly, you extras are unbelievable. Youre here to work, not to stalk the talent.

I just stared, dumbstruck, past Benji to Sera, who was basking in the glow of attention. The worried murmurs and fussing of her people created a bubble around hera world I didn't belong to.

Benji was ready to tear into me, but it was Seraphina who finally turned her gaze my way. For a flicker of a second, I saw it: pure, unadulterated panic in her eyes.

My lips trembled. I tried to speak, to form a single question, but only a pathetic, ragged breath came out.

The crew members around me were gushing. "Sera Maxwell, even at forty, shes a goddess! The class, the sheer presence!" Some of the younger male extras were openly fantasizing. God, if only Seraphina were my wife.

Sera muttered something quickly to Benji. His eyes darted back to me, full of surprise, but he grabbed my arm and steered me away from the crowd to a quiet corner.

A moment later, Sera joined us. Her usual radiant composure was gone, replaced by a strained look. Ethan, let me explain

Your leg, I managed to choke out. Your leg, Sera.

Benji, who had stepped away, rushed back, checking his phone. Sera, the episode fees just came in. One million dollars. Per episode.

One million dollars.

The number hit me like a physical blow. A million dollars for one episode. What did that make the five grand I was hoping to scrape together over seven days of humiliating extra work? What did that make the back-breaking shifts washing dishes, the sleepless nights?

I looked at Seraphinathe woman who had just flawlessly performed acrobatics on a wire harnessand felt the laughter bubble up in my throat, hollow and bitter. A joke. Im an absolute joke.

Just this morning, I had proudly told her Id found this extra gig. I had massaged her injured leg before leaving, worried sick about her recovery, waiting until her breathing evened out before walking out the door.

Benji cleared his throat, sensing the toxic atmosphere. Sera, whatever history you have with this fan, you need to be careful. Dont let your fianc get wind of this. And frankly, hes not exactly A-list material. No need to invite a scandal.

Fianc? The word echoed in the empty space where my heart should have been.

Seras face tightened. She shot Benji a look that sent him scurrying away.

It was just the two of us now. She twisted her hands. Ethan, please, let me explain

I cut her off. The years of love, devotion, and sacrifice curdled into pure acid. Explain what, Sera? Whats left to explain? You thought this was fun? Lying to me? Youve been healthy this whole time, running around and swinging from cables, while you let me believe your leg was shattered! Youre a major star, yet you told me you were tutoring rich kids! You watched me get fired, watched me chase every scrap of work, lose my dignity for this family. Did you enjoy the show? Did you get a kick out of watching your pathetic, broke husband grovel for cash?

Ethan, dont

Dont call me that! When did you get better? Or were you never hurt in the first place?

Thats not it, Ethan. I swear

I remembered the tough, sweet times. The struggle had always been real, but the love had felt honest, a precious, fragile thing. Now, looking at the dazzling stranger in front of me, I felt utterly defeated. I was a man who had been cast out by his company and utterly betrayed by his wife. I was a worm, wriggling in the mud.

Then, a sickening thought struck me. Our son. Leo. Hed always been closer to Sera, but his injury was the one thing that crushed me.

I looked up, my eyes suddenly clear and hard. Leo. Tell me about Leo. Was he really blind in one eye? Or was that just part of the act, too?

Seras lips parted, a desperate sound caught in her throat.

Before she could speak, the door to the quiet corner burst open.

It was Leo.

Mom, what are you doing back here? Uncle Damon is waiting for us! Were going out for dinner!

2

A profound, suffocating grief washed over me.

I stared at my perfectly healthy wife, whose eyes were full of evasiveness, and my son, whose eyes were bright, curious, and utterly undamaged. The sky hadn't just fallen; it had dissolved, leaving me floating in a void of lies.

I had been living in a carefully constructed stage play.

Behind Leo, a man walked in. He radiated money and privilege. Tailored black suit, expensive watch, a demeanor that spoke of effortless, casual power.

Sera moved her head slightly, a frantic, useless attempt to shield Leo from my view.

My heart shattered on the floor, the sound of the pieces inaudible beneath the roaring in my ears.

Leo? My voice was a choked whisper.

Leo spotted me. He frowned, his flawless features pinching with annoyance. What are you doing here?

The cold, distant look in his eyesthe kind of look you give a stranger on the streetwas a fresh stab of pain.

You you were lying to me, too? I whispered, all the strength draining out of my body.

Leos frown deepened. It was the kind of disdain that could crush a grown man. Lying? Oh, yeah, I guess I was. If Mom hadn't said it was interesting to keep you fooled, why would I have gone along with it? It was disgusting! Wearing that cheap, smelly eye patch every day in that gross little apartment.

Leo stood tall in a miniature suit and a bow tie, looking like a little prince of industry. I used to look at him and feel a surge of foolish, ordinary pride. How could someone so exquisite come from someone so plain?

He had always been aloof, but Id dismissed it as precocious maturity, a boy too old to cling to his father. But watching him now, how tightly he clutched the hand of the man in the black suitDamon Roycehis face open with pure, trusting dependency, I knew the truth.

I closed my eyes, the bitter cold of betrayal seeping into my bones. I sank to my knees, shaking uncontrollably.

Leo, emboldened by my collapse, dropped the pretense entirely. Seriously, now that you know, I dont have to pretend anymore. We only stayed in that dump for your sake, you know? Honestly, Dad? I dont know what Mom saw in you. Youre old, youre ugh. I literally couldn't eat when I looked at your face. Youre nothing compared to Uncle Damon.

Tears blurred my vision. I couldn't clearly see Leo's face anymore.

When Leo had his supposed injury, he was a spoiled terror. I had to coax and feed him every bite, despite a full day of exhausting work. I never complained. I cooked, cleaned, and cared for both of them. I thought I was a good man, a dedicated father and husband.

In their eyes, I was trash. Even to my own son.

Damon Royce stepped forward, his expression a mixture of contempt and bored curiosity. So, youre Ethan Kade? Yeah, you do look pretty pathetic.

He surveyed my crumpled, shaking form, then smiled, a chilling, condescending gesture. No wonder Leo despises you and wants me to be his father. If I were him, Id hate you, too. Seven days for five thousand dollars? Leos allowance for one day is more than that.

My back felt like it was snapping under the weight of his judgment. I wiped the tears from my face, desperate to shout a defense, but Seraphina beat me to it.

Leo, honey, why dont you and Damon go ahead to the restaurant? I need to talk to Ethan. Alone.

Leo wasn't having it. Why? Since he knows, lets just get it over with! I dont want to be involved with this failure of a man ever again!

Damon, too, seemed to prefer an audience for the kill. He gave me that casual, predatory smile. You know that saying, Ethan? All the worlds a stage?

3

Damon Royce looked at me, malice shining in his eyes. I didn't care about his reasons, or Seraphinas. I just felt a sickening mix of pain and nausea.

He was clearly enjoying my humiliation. This whole thing was a bet, Ethan. A script. I gave Sera the outline, and she just followed the directions.

I met Seraphina on a rainy night. I had been searching for jobs, hitting dead end after dead end. Despair was a heavy cloak, soaking me to the bone. I had no umbrella, no cab fare, nothing.

Then, she appeared. She held a black umbrella over me. Her eyes were impossibly gentle. Even if youre a man, she said, her voice soft, you shouldnt stand out here in the rain. Its bad for your health.

I was a fool. I reached out and took her hand.

I thought she was my salvation. I didnt know she was the person who would push me into a deeper, colder abyss.

Damon looked down at me, utterly superior. You fell in love right on schedule, just like my script predicted. Honestly, did you really think someone like Sera would ever be within your reach?

The blind eye. The broken leg. All orchestrated by me. You see, my social standing is leagues above yours. With one word, I can turn any story into reality.

His words were the opening of Pandora's Boxa nightmare unfolding in real time.

When Sera and I married, I planned out our future: saving money, a good education for Leo, a stable, happy life.

But then, at thirty-five, my company fired me, citing my age. Not enough hustle, not enough hunger.

In the same week, Sera supposedly fell and broke her leg on the way to a tutoring job. Leo, playing with a friend, shattered a shop window and the glass sliced his eye.

The happy family disintegrated. I was the only healthy one left.

To pay for their treatments, I begged, borrowed, and groveled. I knelt and pleaded, giving up every last shred of my pride.

The debts were crushing, forcing me to take on an endless cycle of grueling shiftswashing dishes, waiting tables, stacking shelves. I fought tooth and nail for the extra gig, just another way to trade my time and body for cash.

I never complained. I only cared that my wife and son were safe and whole.

My hard work, my sacrificeit was all a punchline. I wasn't their rescuer. I was their entertainment. I was walking the path they had drawn for me.

Damons final blow was delivered with a casual, easygoing smile. You getting fired? Yeah, that was me too. Funny, right? Your companys CEO just happened to be an old acquaintance of mine.

His words, spoken with such gentle cruelty, were sharp knives slicing through my spinal cord. I couldn't breathe.

I looked up, tears blurring the edges of his smug face. Damon Royce reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a pristine tissue, and gently dabbed my cheek.

Why the tears, Ethan? You pride yourself on being so strong. And Im not done with you yet.

I had a hard childhood. My parents favored my younger brother, treating me like a servant. I fought for everything I had.

Meeting Sera, I thought I was finally building the life I deserved. I wanted to give my son a life overflowing with love, free from the suffering I knew. I wanted Sera and Leo to never feel poor, to never be looked down upon. I didnt want them to be miserable wretches like me.

Instead, I was the biggest joke of all, still drowning in the same old mud. My supposed light was just a deeper form of darkness.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. Thirty-six years of accumulated humiliation and anger exploded in my chest. I didn't care about the consequences. I didn't care what I was facing. I just wanted to reclaim one ounce of dignity.

Why should I be the idiot, the plaything? I am a person, too!

I looked at Damon, my eyes blazing with pure rage. He started clapping, a delighted laugh bubbling from him. Thats it! The anger! I love it! But Ethan, what good is your anger now?

My voice was a low growl. Youre right. Anger doesn't help me. But what if

I launched myself at him.

You rely on your face, don't you?

Damons panicked scream was instant.

My fist found its target.

My face! My face! Get off me! You despicable brute!

I didnt care what he said. He had orchestrated the destruction of my life. He had to pay.

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