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Where It Hurts

Penulis: Shmoukh
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Sofia didn’t strike the company.

She struck memory.

I realized it the moment my phone began vibrating without pause unknown numbers, old contacts resurrected, names I hadn’t seen in years clawing their way back into my present.

“She’s bypassing structure,” Elena said, already moving. “This isn’t legal pressure.”

“No,” I replied, reading the latest message. “This is personal.”

Adrian stood behind me, silent, watching the cascade with a stillness that meant fury tightly leashed.

YOU ALWAYS NEEDED A MAN TO CLEAN YOUR MESS.

HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU LIE BEFORE HIM?

ASK HIM ABOUT THE MONEY FROM BEFORE YOU MET.

The messages were timed. Coordinated. Designed to fracture trust, not reputation.

“She’s activating ghosts,” Adrian said quietly.

“She’s rewriting history,” I replied. “And she knows which parts sting.”

My inbox filled with screenshots old conversations stripped of context, transactions cropped to imply intent. Not fabricated. Curated. The most dangerous kind of truth.

“She’s sending th
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