Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Betrayal and Death

In a certain corner of the city, a place that lacked any sign of human activity..... well, almost.

An abandoned warehouse stood in what looked like the middle of nowhere.

Inside, the lights dimly flickered. There were multiple puppdles on the floor showing exactly how long it had been since this place was last used.

But oddly, the air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and decay.

Deeper inside, a single, rusted chair sat in the center of the room, and in it, bound by thick steel chains, was Ethan Carter—battered, bruised, and barely clinging to consciousness.

His head lolled forward, his black hair stained with blood. His left eye was swollen shut and a deep cut ran across his temple, and his once-neat suit was torn, stained crimson with his own blood.

His breathing was ragged and uneven, each breath he took sent a sharp pain through his ribs, reminding him that at least three of them were broken.

A slow clap echoed through the room.

Ethan forced his good eye open, vision blurry, but the voice was enough. He didn’t need to see to recognize the man who had orchestrated his downfall.

Nathaniel Langley.

The head of the National Security Division and the son of a military general. He was a man who wore a clean suit, yet had a soul as rotten as the filth pooling at his feet.

He stepped forward, his shoes producing a tapping sound against the floor, stopping just inches from Ethan.

"You know, Carter," Nathaniel said, his voice almost amused. "For a man as smart as you, I expected you to see this coming."

Ethan’s lips curled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as he chuckled weakly. "Forgive me for not anticipating that my wife—the woman I loved, the woman I gave everything to—would sell me out like a cheap stock option."

Nathaniel smirked, nodding toward the person in the shadows behind him.

From the darkness, she emerged.

Olivia Carter.

Ethan’s wife—no, the woman who had once pretended to love him. She stood tall, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed power. But it was her eyes that cut him the deepest.

Cold. Emotionless. Unbothered.

There was no regret in them. He had expected her to at least show a bit of regret, even if a fake one.

’But I guess even that’s too much to ask’ Ethan thought to himself.

"Hello, Ethan," she said, her voice devoid of warmth.

Ethan let out a dry laugh. "You really did it, huh? You actually went through with it."

"You were always an obstacle," she said, crossing her arms. "You thought your tech could change the world. But in reality? You were just a fool who got in the way of the people who actually run things."

"You used me," His jaw clenched " all those nights, all those dreams we talked about—was it all a lie?"

She tilted her head, considering his words before giving him a small, almost pitying smile.

"Some of it was real. But at the end of the day, power is everything, Ethan. And you? You have none of it" She said "You’re just a man with big, foolish ideas."

Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, the rage in his veins bubbled hotter than the pain in his body.

They took everything from him. His company, his ideas, his reputation, every single thing and for what?

Just because he refused to work under them? Just because he refused to become another pet to the government.

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