I stared at the daily vitamin my husband Julian handed me, finally realizing it was a nerve-suppressing drug. He had already stolen my core AI algorithm to build his tech empire and was now secretly filing a medical conservatorship to lock me in an asylum forever. Before his guards could enforce the lockdown, I made my move. I permanently abandoned the massive AI training datasets I had spent years cultivating, extracting only the bare algorithm. Escaping into the rain, I intercepted the car of Victor Blackwood, Julian's deadliest Wall Street rival, offering my allegiance to crash my ex-husband's empire. Victor coldly scanned my trembling figure before opening a live trading terminal, demanding I prove my value. With Julian's psychiatric warrant looming, I had to trigger the Ghost Watermark hidden in the stolen code before my mind completely shattered.