He Broke My Hands, I Broke His Empire

Caleb, my brilliant partner and fiancé, stroked my hand.

"One more month, Gabby," he whispered, "and you'll officially be the COO of Aura. My queen."

We were celebrating our empire, the tech company I architected from our dorm room.

I thought we were building a kingdom together.

That was the last clear thing I remembered before waking up to shattering pain.

My hands, once capable of flying across a keyboard, were broken, mangled.

Rough voices laughed from beyond a thin wall: "Caleb paid good money... said to make sure her hands were unusable."

My world imploded.

It was Caleb.