Blurb：
At the SoulSync app launch, Lead Developer Jane watches in horror as her boyfriend Ethan Shaw announces her best friend Vivian as his perfect match. But Jane knows the truth—she wrote every line of code for Ethan’s revolutionary Soul Algorithm, including a secret backdoor called Truth Mode. When she confronts him on stage, the live audience and cameras capture every moment of the dramatic love triangle. As Ethan and Vivian panic, Jane activates Truth Mode, revealing herself as Ethan’s true 99.9% soul match. The scandal erupts, exposing betrayal, stolen code, and a five-year relationship built on lies. Who will survive the fallout when the truth goes viral?
Content：
It was the launch event for my boyfriend Ethan Shaw’s, SoulSync app.
As the Lead Developer, I sat front row and center.
He looked out into the audience, his gaze suddenly deep and soulful.
This incredible ‘Soul Algorithm’… it found my perfect match…
His eyes skipped right over me and landed on my best friend, Vivian, sitting beside me.
…It’s Vivian.
The room exploded.
Ethan had no clue. That the core code powering this whole app? I’d typed every single line myself.
I’d even slipped in a surprise backdoor called Truth Mode.
I stood up, walked calmly onto the stage, and took the mic from his hand.
Mr. Shaw, I said, my voice steady. Why don’t we turn on ‘Truth Mode’ right here, right now? Let everyone see who the algorithm really matched you. Unless… you’re scared?
…
The moment the words left my lips, the audience plunged into terrifying silence.
Whoosh.
Every camera lens, every pair of eyes, snapped away from Ethan and Vivian C the golden couple C and locked onto me, like a uninvited mistress.
Ethan’s picture-perfect, adoring smile froze solid.
Jane, stop making a scene.
I’m making a scene?
I lifted the mic to my lips, Mr. Shaw, wasn’t ‘SoulSync’ marketed as ‘Absolutely Real, Absolutely Precise’?
So, a feature designed to verify that truth… suddenly becomes ‘making a scene’ ?
A low murmur rippled through the crowd.
On my phone screen, the live stream chat was exploding.
[Front row for the drama! What’s happening? Wife vs. mistress showdown?]
[Who is that woman? Lead Developer? Way more beautiful than Vivian!]
[LMAO, if he won’t turn it on, he’s guilty. Duh!]
Beside me, Vivian’s visibly paled.
Her fingers, clutching Ethan’s arm, were white-knuckled.
Jane… how could you do this to Ethan? Her voice trembled.
Today is so important for him! We… we truly love each other! Why humiliate him like this?
Truly love each other? I almost laughed, my gaze icy as it pinned her. Using my code? Living in my rented apartment? Spending the money I earned to put him through grad school? And then you two ‘truly love each other’? Vivian, your ‘true love’ comes pretty cheap!
Vivian choked, tears streaming down her face.
Enough!
Ethan shoved Vivian behind him protectively.
He glared at me, his gaze like chips of ice.
Jane, I never knew you could be that vicious! Are you determined to destroy me?
If you had a problem, you should have talked to me privately! Why pull this stunt for attention? Look at yourself! What kind of mess are you?
Seeing him shield Vivian, sent a sharp pang through my chest.
Five years together.
I’d stood by him from a broke student to this celebrated tech company owner.
I thought we were partners. Soulmates weathering the storm together.
Turns out, in his eyes, I was just a tool.
Disposable.
Someone he could smear as crazy when convenient.
What kind of mess?
I met his glare, my voice calm. Ethan Shaw. Look me in the eye, and tell me, without me, what exactly are you?
You! Ethan’s face flushed crimson.
Jane, don’t push your luck! You think your crappy code is irreplaceable? I can find someone else to do your job tomorrow!
Fine.
I nodded, connecting my phone to the massive stage screen.
Since you’re so confident, Mr. Shaw, let’s activate the ‘Truth Mode.’ Let everyone see who your precious ‘Soul Algorithm’ actually deemed your perfect match.
My finger hovered over the screen.
No! Ethan and Vivian screamed in unison.
Too late.
The code executed instantly.
The screen flickered, then displayed a match result page.
On the left: Ethan Shaw’s profile and photo.
On the right, the profile deemed a 99.9% soul match.
My own profile and selfie.
Beneath my picture, a tiny footnote appeared C a love note I’d secretly embedded when I wrote that code.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Then, the silence shattered into a wave of noise.
The slap echoed sharply in the backstage lounge.
Smack!
My entire cheek went numb.
He grabbed my wrist, his grip crushing, like he wanted to snap the bone.
Jane, you bitch! he snarled through clenched teeth. Happy now? The launch is ruined! The company’s reputation is trash! Years of my work, destroyed by you now! How could you be so evil?
I didn’t struggle. I just let him hold me, slowly turning my face back to meet his eyes.
A memory flashed into my mind. That rainy night three years ago.
His project funding had dried up. The core tech was a dead end. He was broken and a complete wreck. He’d clung to me, sobbing like a child.
Jane, help me. Please. Only you can. This project is my everything. I can’t lose it.
Help me get through this, and as soon as the company IPOs, I’ll marry you. I swear. You’ll be the happiest bride.
I’d been weak. I’d said yes.
I turned down a top AI lab offer abroad. I quit my six-figure job. I poured all my savings into his venture, holing up with him in that cramped, dismal office.
I coded day and night, refining algorithms. To save money for his payroll, I skipped meals, lived on instant ramen everyday.
And him?
He took the success I sweated for, wined and dined investors, did the media rounds, and became the celebrated AI genius.
I never wanted the spotlight. I naively thought we were one.
Now I knew better. I was just a fool.
Shut up! He flinched, his eyes reddening. Dragging up ancient history? Trying to prove how much you did? Jane, let me make this crystal clear! The company’s success is thanks to my business acumen and leadership! You were just the coder! I paid you, you did the work. That’s the deal!
Paid me? A bitter laugh escaped me. Ethan Shaw, did you ever pay me a single dime? The seed funding for your company, your PhD tuition, even this expensive custom suit you’re wearing to impress people! Tell me, which penny didn’t come from me?
I… Ethan’s face flushed, then paled. He was speechless.
Vivian rushed to his side, her voice dripping with fake concern. Jane, please stop tormenting Ethan. He’ll pay you back for the money, eventually. But love… love can’t be measured in dollars. Ethan loves me now. Can’t you just… let us be happy?
Don’t blame Ethan. It’s all my fault. Hit me if you must, just stop hurting him!
‘All my fault’. Right.
Her words, pretending to take the blame, but each one was designed to cut me deeper.
Looking at them, this pair of snakes. I felt nothing. The pain had numbed me.
Vivian, shut up. You don’t get a say here, I cut her off coldly.
I turned back to Ethan. Ethan, I’m not here to talk feelings. I’m here to tell you, I’m taking back what’s mine. The intellectual property for the code belongs to me. And the five hundred thousand dollars I personally invested into your company’s accounts, principal plus interest. I want it back within one week.
Or we meet in court.
You wouldn’t dare!
Try me.
I wrenched my wrist free and turned to leave.
Jane! Stop! You think you can just walk out? Without my say-so, you’re not leaving this building!
Two security guards blocked the exit.
Ethan strode up behind me, a nasty smirk twisting his face.
Jane, I suggest you cooperate.
Hand over the core code for ‘SoulSync’. You think filing for IP means anything? You were my Lead Developer. All your work-for-hire belongs to the company. Take this to court, you’ll lose more embarrassingl.
Oh, and don’t forget… your mother’s still in the hospital. You wouldn’t want her spending the rest of her life bedridden, would you?
My body locked up.
He was threatening me with my mom.
I whirled around, my eyes burning into him.
Ethan Shaw, are you even human?
Of course I am. Just making sure you understand the consequences of crossing me. His gaze was pure contempt. Give me the code and admin access. I’ll pretend this never happened. Hell, for old times’ sake, I’ll even give you a severance package. Fifty grand. Should cover your mom’s surgery.
His tone was dripping with condescension. Offering my own money back as a favor.
Vivian clung to his arm. Jane, Ethan’s just trying to help. What does a woman need all that money for anyway? Some other man will just take it eventually. Fifty thousand is generous! Enough for you and your mom to live comfortably.
Look at you, you were always buried in code, dressing like a tomboy. What man would want that? Not like me. I just stay pretty, and Ethan gives me everything.
She deliberately straightened, flaunting her designer dress and jewelry. Every piece bought with money I had scrimped and saved, money I invested in Ethan.
Now, it was her trophy. Her weapon to shame me.
I didn’t waste another word. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
Hello? I need to report unlawful confinement and threats to my personal safety.
Ethan’s face went instantly green. He clearly hadn’t expected me to actually call the cops.
Jane, you’re insane!
Am I? You’ll find out soon enough. I held his gaze. I just want you to know I’m not the pushover I used to be.
The police arrived fast.
With the media still swarming outside, even Ethan didn’t dare cause a scene. He could only glower as the officers escorted me safely out.
I went back to what was once our home.
A tiny sixty-square-meter place that held my entire youth.
I froze in the doorway.
The place was trashed. My clothes, books, everything… all tossed on the floor like garbage.
Meanwhile, the living room and bedroom were crammed with Vivian’s garish designer bags and makeup.
She’d actually moved in.
Vivian sat on the sofa, wearing my silk pajamas. She peeled off a face mask. Seeing me, she wasn’t surprised at all. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.
Jane! You’re back?
She rose gracefully, sauntering over. Sorry about the mess. Your stuff was just… so much. And so old. Took up too much space. I had the cleaning lady pile it by the door. You can take it when you leave.
Oh, and, she added, as if remembering, even though you rented this place, Ethan’s status is different now. He can’t live in a dump like this. He bougha luxury riverside apartment. We’re moving in a couple of days. Consider this… his compensation to you. After all your hard work, he wouldn’t leave you homeless, right?
In her mouth, years of my life were worth the rent on a second-hand apartment.
I ignored her, heading straight for my desk.
My precious work laptop, the hard drives holding all the core data… they were supposed to be there.
Now, the desk was bare.
Where’s my laptop? My hard drives?
Oh, those? Vivian traced a nail along her arm, her tone dismissive. Ethan said the data was too critical. He took them back to the office for safekeeping. Don’t be mad, Jane. He’s just protecting the company’s interest. Since you wrote the code, who knows what backdoors you might have left? Could cost the company millions.
My heart plummeted.
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