My husband chose a board meeting over our child’s high-risk birth, telling the surgeon

The fluorescent lights lining the corridors of Brighton Tech headquarters didn’t just flicker—they seemed to tremble. The sound of Evan Kingsley’s handcrafted Italian leather shoes striking the marble floor created a deadly, cold, and decisive rhythm. He swept through the hallway like a storm, phone pressed hard against his ear, barking razor-sharp orders about investors, deadlines, and brutal market forecasts. Employees scattered like small fish evading a hunting great white shark.

Evan was the definition of success: brilliant, ambitious, and ruthlessly efficient. But beneath the perfectly tailored suit lived a man consumed by megalomania, a pathological need for control, and an obsession with productivity at all costs.