A Gilded Figure

They say money can't buy happiness. I didn't care. I wanted power. I wanted security. I wanted to be the architect of a world where 'scholarship kid' was just a memory, not a label.

I built my fortress brick by expensive brick, and I chose the perfect man to guard it: Einer.
He was my soft artist, my safe space, my domestic melt. He was the one piece of 'New Money' I spent freely, and the only person who knew I didn't want 'betrayal,' 'money,' or 'love.' I just wanted my ego.

[Freeze frame / Record Scratch]

You're probably wondering how I ended up sitting at our dinner table, eating the ginger stew he made for my mother, while systematically liquidating every single asset that holds his career together.

Einer didn't just break a vow. He insulted my intelligence. He devalued my investment. He challenged my architecture.

And I don't keep liabilities in my portfolio.