The Scientist He Erased Returns

Gavin

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For ten years, I was the silent engine behind my fiancé, the celebrated genius Dr. Alston Scott. I dedicated my life to our research, pouring my soul into a breakthrough that would change the world. But when that breakthrough finally came, he stole it. He put his new protégé's name, Kiara Gamble, on my life's work. At the annual colloquium, to shield Kiara from plagiarism accusations, he publicly dismissed my decade of research. "She performed some preliminary data collection," he announced to the entire institute. In that moment, I understood. I wasn't his partner; I was a tool. A convenient, disposable part he was now replacing. My family had already cast me out for losing my "golden ticket," and now, the man I loved had erased my professional existence. So after he tried to silence me with a kiss, I slapped him, walked back to my lab, and deleted everything. Every file. Every piece of data from the last ten years. Then I booked a one-way ticket to the desert.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth Revenge Personal growth

Chapter 21

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Chapter 1

For ten years, I was the silent engine behind my fiancé, the celebrated genius Dr. Alston Scott. I dedicated my life to our research, pouring my soul into a breakthrough that would change the world.

But when that breakthrough finally came, he stole it. He put his new protégé's name, Kiara Gamble, on my life's work.

At the annual colloquium, to shield Kiara from plagiarism accusations, he publicly dismissed my decade of research.

"She performed some preliminary data collection," he announced to the entire institute.

In that moment, I understood. I wasn't his partner; I was a tool. A convenient, disposable part he was now replacing. My family had already cast me out for losing my "golden ticket," and now, the man I loved had erased my professional existence.

So after he tried to silence me with a kiss, I slapped him, walked back to my lab, and deleted everything. Every file. Every piece of data from the last ten years.

Then I booked a one-way ticket to the desert.

Chapter 1

Ellie Cleveland POV:

I stood before the board members, my presentation gliding across the screen with practiced ease. Ten years. A decade of my life poured into this institute, into these very walls. Now, the crowning achievement, a breakthrough in material science, lit up the room. There was a ripple of applause, a murmur of admiration. My name, almost a whisper, was linked to this monumental success.

Dr. Alston Scott, the celebrated genius, stood beside me. My fiancé. My boss. He offered a curt nod, his gaze already drifting back to the data. He always did that. A lifetime of intellectual pursuits, a complete void when it came to human connection.

"Ellie," the lead board member began, his voice laced with uncharacteristic warmth. "This is truly remarkable. A game-changer."

I felt a flicker of pride, quickly extinguished. It was always "we" in public, but the silent understanding was that Alston was the sun, and I was merely a satellite, orbiting, reflecting his light.

Later that evening, after the last congratulatory handshake had faded, I found myself in his office. The familiar scent of old paper and ozone filled the air. He was hunched over his desk, as always, lost in calculations.

"Alston," I said, my voice steady, though my stomach churned.

He didn't look up. "Yes, Ellie? Did you remember to finalize the patent applications?"

"I did," I replied, a tired sigh escaping me. "I also sent in my transfer request."

The pen stopped scratching. A beat of silence. Then, slowly, he raised his head. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, looked distant, almost vacant. "Transfer request? What are you talking about?"

"To the Arizona outpost," I clarified, my gaze firm. "I've applied for a lead research position there. It's been approved."

His brow furrowed, a rare display of emotion. Confusion, perhaps. Annoyance. "But... why? We're on the cusp of something extraordinary here. Our work. Our future."

"Our future?" I echoed, a bitter laugh threatening to escape. "Alston, we don't have a future. Not the one I thought we were building."

He stood up then, his tall frame suddenly looming over me. He rarely initiated physical contact, even after a decade. And he didn't now. He just stared, as if I were a complex equation he couldn't solve.

"The wedding," he started, his voice flat. "It's next month. I assumed..."

"You assumed a lot of things, Alston," I cut him off. My voice cracked, but I pushed through it. "Like that 'yes' to your proposal meant love. It didn't. It meant guilt. Your guilt."

He flinched. The word hung in the air, heavy and true.

My mind replayed the corporate kidnapping, the frantic search, my desperate, foolish act of throwing myself in front of him. The bullet grazing my arm, the blood blooming on my white lab coat. His stunned expression. And then, a week later, the stiff, awkward proposal. A transaction. A repayment. Not love. Never love.

I swallowed hard, the taste of metal in my mouth. "And now there's Kiara."

His gaze sharpened, a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. Defensiveness? Affection? "Kiara is my protégé. A brilliant mind. She understands my work."

"She understands you, Alston," I corrected, my voice trembling now. "Or at least, she makes you want to be understood. Something I never managed to do in ten years."

I remembered the ease with which he laughed at her jokes, the way his rigid posture softened when she approached, the casual brush of her hand on his arm that he didn't recoil from. The affection I had yearned for, bled for, was now effortlessly given to someone else.

"Ellie, this is absurd," he said, his voice regaining its usual detached authority. "We have a home. A life. The plans for the house... you picked out the tiles yourself."

"I'm selling the house," I stated, my resolve hardening with each word. "It goes on the market tomorrow. The wedding is off."

His eyes widened slightly. A genuine surprise, for once.

"And," I continued, pulling out my phone, "my plane ticket to Arizona is booked. For next week."

I watched his face, searching for a sign of regret, of anything beyond intellectual curiosity. There was nothing. Just a blank, almost scientific assessment of the situation. He looked like he was analyzing a failed experiment.

"Ellie," he said again, a hint of something resembling an order in his tone. "This is not logical."

I stared at the screen, a new message from the institute's HR department popping up. Transfer request approved. Congratulations, Dr. Cleveland.

I turned my phone towards him, making sure he saw it. "It's done, Alston. I'm leaving."

His phone buzzed on his desk. He glanced at it. A message from Kiara: "Ready for our late-night brainstorm, Dr. Scott?"

He looked from his phone to me, then back to his phone. The flicker of something, perhaps a decision, crossed his face.

"Ellie," he began, his voice flat, "I need you to prepare the preliminary data for the next phase. Kiara and I will review it first thing in the morning."

My breath hitched. The familiar command. The ingrained expectation. The decade of silent servitude.

I typed a reply, swift and decisive, my fingers flying over the screen. Without a word, I showed him my phone.

The message was brief. "I won't be here."