Blurb：
Julian allowed his protégée hacker Chloe to manipulate my life as practice, escalating from smart home terror to a near-fatal car crash. Lying in the ICU, I discovered Julian's logs showing he encouraged Chloe's attacks as a "game." But his latest fix activated my hidden command—his digital empire will crumble in days. When Julian dismissed my trauma, I exposed him publicly. Now his company's stock plummets as he demands silence. But I, Eleanor, won't tolerate this crime anymore. The real game has just begun—and I hold the ultimate hack. #HackerRevenge #DigitalEmpireCrashContent：
My husband indulged his protégée hacker, Chloe, allowing her to manipulate my life for practice.
The first time, our smart home system went haywire in the dead of night, blaring alarms and lights, terrifying me into a hospital bed.
The second time, it was a private video looping on screens during a crucial meeting, making me internet infamous.
And this time, she remotely hijacked my smart car, orchestrating a horrific crash on the freeway.
Lying in the ICU, covered in my own blood, I heard Julian, my husband, calmly explain as he "fixed" the system:
"Don't hate Chloe, darling. She's just a bit childish, trying to prove she's as brilliant as me. You know how these bright young talents are."
"She knows that no matter what happens, I'll always save you – it’s just a game that got a little out of hand."
Before he could finish, an encrypted call pulled him away.
But I saw his unsaved logs on the tablet. They clearly showed he’d known about allof Chloe’s attacks. He hadn't just 'condoned' this sick 'game'; he’d encouraged it, pushing her to 'level up' her skills.
What he didn’t know was that his recent "fix" had just activated the ultimate command I’d buried deep within his network. In a week, his digital empire would crumble.
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"I’ve already had a word with her. Anyway, you’ve always been so understanding, you won't hold it against her, right? Just tell me what gift you want, anything, as my apology for her."
Julian returned quickly, taking the soup bowl naturally to feed me, but his words were all for Chloe.
I forced a smile.
They’d issued a 'critical condition' notice, for God's sake, and he expected me to be 'magnanimous'?
"No need to make her feel bad, and no need for you to apologize."
Julian immediately brightened. "Oh, I have to tell her! Chloe’s been so wracked with guilt since your accident, she hasn’t eaten a thing. She’s lost weight."
I looked into his eyes, eyes that once held only me.
He’d told me about his new protégée, Chloe, who resembled his late sister, taken too soon. He’d poured all his unresolved grief and protectiveness into her.
I wanted to protect his solace, so I gave way, again and again. I just didn't know at what point things went so wrong, leading us to this.
Julian continued typing away, oblivious, his SnapChat avatar a photo of him and Chloe.
Looking at him now, I felt sick. I found an excuse to send him away.
Julian left happily, not even bothering to pick me up when I was discharged.
Scrolling through my feed on the couch, I saw it—the conference video, twisted and vile, with doctored images of me plastered everywhere, fueling the most disgusting jokes.
My fingertips trembled as I scrolled past the vile comments, blood rushing to my head.
It was like the ghost of my younger self, Eleanor, was screaming at me: "Are you really going to just takethis?"
I slammed my phone down, my nails digging into my palms.
Silence? Tolerance?
Never again.
I opened Ins, my fingers flying across the keyboard.
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