Every chapter was infused with raw emotion, drawn from the deep well of betrayal I felt. I meticulously crafted characters that mirrored Mark and Chloe, the latter depicted as a superficial opportunist whose charm couldn’t disguise her lack of substance. Yet, amid the fiction, there was a truth—a reflection of the corporate culture that elevated image over integrity, power over principle.

I knew I couldn’t publish it under my own name—at least not at first. Instead, I submitted the manuscript under a pseudonym to various literary agents, framing it as a fictional account based on true events. The response was overwhelming. The story resonated with those tired of seeing the powerful escape accountability, and several publishers expressed interest.