---- Chapter 17 The next step was financial disentanglement. Michael's startup, "Thorne Sustainable Tech," was built on a precarious foundation. A significant portion of the seed money had come from a trust fund my grandmother had left me. I'd invested it believing in Michael, in our future. Elizabeth had also facilitated introductions to key angel investors, powerful figures in Hollywood and tech who trusted her judgment. Their loyalty was to Elizabeth, and by extension, to me. Not to Michael's charm or his unproven "sustainable tech." Elizabeth's legal team, led by Ms. Albright, began the process. Quiet inquiries were made. Gentle warnings issued to the board members Michael had installed. | visited the small office | still technically maintained for my freelance photography business, though most of my work was on-location. My two loyal assistants, Chloe and Ben, looked worried when | told them | was dissolving the LA-based company structure and taking an indefinite leave. "What about the upcoming bookings, Liv?" Chloe asked, her brow furrowed. "Cancel them. Refer them to other photographers. Give them ---- full refunds for any deposits, of course." "But... your reputation..." Ben started. "My health, and my baby's health, are more important right now," | said gently. | wrote them generous severance checks, adding substantial bonuses. They had been good to me. "This isn't a reflection on your work," | assured them. "You've both been amazing. But | need... a complete break." They looked sad, but understood. As | was clearing out my desk, Michael called. His voice was tight, strained. "Liv, what's going on? I'm hearing ... rumors. Investors are getting cold feet. What have you been saying to them?" He was oblivious, still believing he was the sole architect of his success. "| haven't said anything to them, Michael," | replied coolly. "Perhaps they're just realizing the inherent risks in your... venture." "Don't play games with me, Olivia! This company is my life!" "Really?" | said. "| thought Serena and Mikey were your life now." His arrogance, his blindness to the consequences of his actions, was astounding. He still didn't get it. He still thought he could have it all, without repercussions. The withdrawal of my support, and my mother's, would be the pin that burst his inflated bubble. And | wouldn't feel a shred of guilt watching it deflate.