Broken Vows, A Scientist's Revenge

Celine Egan

Modern | Completed

5.0

Comment(s)

View

Chapters

My husband, a powerful tech mogul, stole my sister' s posthumous research award. He gave it to his young protégé. The same woman who killed my sister. He didn't just steal her legacy. He threatened to destroy my lab and my life's work-the cure for the very cancer that took our family-if I didn't publicly endorse his mistress. When I confronted him, he let her destroy my irreplaceable samples. Then, he had my hands, the hands of a neuroscientist, systematically broken to ensure I could never work again. He imprisoned me, forcing me to sign away my entire career and publicly apologize for crimes I didn't commit. He called it "discipline," a lesson I needed to learn. How could the man who swore to protect me become my personal tormentor? But as I lay in a hospital bed, broken and alone, a text message lit up my screen: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." He thought he had erased me. He had only forged me into a weapon.

Betrayal Revenge Comeback Revenge Female-centered

Chapter 11

01-06 22:33

Chapter 1

My husband, a powerful tech mogul, stole my sister' s posthumous research award. He gave it to his young protégé. The same woman who killed my sister.

He didn't just steal her legacy. He threatened to destroy my lab and my life's work-the cure for the very cancer that took our family-if I didn't publicly endorse his mistress.

When I confronted him, he let her destroy my irreplaceable samples. Then, he had my hands, the hands of a neuroscientist, systematically broken to ensure I could never work again.

He imprisoned me, forcing me to sign away my entire career and publicly apologize for crimes I didn't commit.

He called it "discipline," a lesson I needed to learn. How could the man who swore to protect me become my personal tormentor?

But as I lay in a hospital bed, broken and alone, a text message lit up my screen: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." He thought he had erased me. He had only forged me into a weapon.

Chapter 1

Aurelia Dickerson POV:

The world knew me as Aurelia Dickerson, the neuroscientist on the brink of a medical revolution. I was about to crack the code for a rare, aggressive cancer, the same one that had stolen my mother and was now clawing at my sister, Kayla. My life revolved around this work, a desperate race against time.

Then, there was Javier. My husband.

He used his power, his towering influence as a tech mogul, to snatch Kayla' s posthumous research award. He wanted to give it to Bambi Carey, his young, manipulative protégé.

The same Bambi who killed my sister.

He thought I didn't know. He thought I was blind.

I wasn' t.

"The board's decision is final, Aurelia." Javier's voice sliced through the tension in my lab. He stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette blocking the light, making him seem even larger, more imposing.

He always arrived like a storm.

"Final?" I dropped the pipette, the glass clinking against the sterile counter. My hands trembled, not from fatigue, but from a cold dread that had become my constant companion. "Kayla earned that award. Her work is saving lives."

"Her work is... complicated," he said, stepping into the room. His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were cold, hard chips of ice. "Bambi's presentation was flawless. Her vision, groundbreaking."

A bitter laugh escaped me. "Her vision? It was Kayla's vision. Down to the last detail."

He ignored me, as he always did when it came to Bambi. "You will publicly endorse Bambi, Aurelia. And you will relinquish any further claims to Kayla's legacy."

The air left my lungs. It was a punch to the gut, swift and merciless. My sister, Kayla. My brilliant, kind, and fragile younger sister. She was gone. Not just from the cancer, but from a deeper, darker wound.

"Kayla took her own life, Javier," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. "After Bambi framed her. After Bambi cyberbullied her into despair."

He scoffed, a dismissive sound that grated on my nerves. "Bambi was distraught by Kayla's actions. She was just defending herself."

"Defending herself? Against a woman who was dying? Against her own mentor?" My voice rose, raw with emotion. "You can't honestly believe that, Javier. Bambi manipulated you."

"You're seeing what you want to see, Aurelia." He took a step closer, his shadow engulfing me. "Your grief is twisting your perspective."

My hands clenched into fists. He had no idea. He had no idea the torment I lived through. The guilt. The burning, consuming rage.

"Bambi killed her, Javier," I stated, my voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "She drove my sister to suicide. And you, my husband, are protecting her."

He narrowed his eyes. "Where is your proof, Aurelia? Show me a single piece of concrete evidence."

The memory flashed in my mind: Kayla, vibrant and alive, clutching her research notes, her eyes shining with hope. Then, the frantic phone calls, the vicious online attacks, the fabricated accusations that painted her as a fraud. Bambi, always lurking in the background, a snake in the grass, whispering poison.

I remembered the email, an anonymous tip that led me to a hidden server. The server filled with Kayla's stolen data, her groundbreaking findings, meticulously cloned and re-attributed to Bambi. The timestamps, the IP addresses-they all pointed to Bambi. But the final, damning piece of evidence, the one that proved Javier's complicity, was the access log. His encrypted network. His servers. He had helped her steal it. All of it.

"I saw the logs, Javier," I said, my voice barely a tremor. "Your network. Your servers. You gave Bambi access to Kayla's research. You helped her steal it."

A muscle twitched in his jaw. For a fleeting second, I saw a flicker of something, something akin to fear, but it was quickly masked by his usual icy demeanor. "You're delusional, Aurelia. That's a serious accusation."

"It's the truth."

He stepped back, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "If you pursue this, Aurelia, if you try to expose Bambi, I'll destroy you. I'll fund your rival, I'll discredit your research." He gestured around the lab, to the intricate machinery, the delicate samples, the culmination of my life' s work. "This. All of it. Gone."

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. My life's work. The cure that could save so many, including Kayla' s memory.

"You can't," I breathed, my voice barely audible. "This research... it saves lives. It's for people like Kayla."

His face remained impassive. "I can. And I will. Consider this your final warning. You have twenty-four hours to publicly retract your claims and endorse Bambi. Otherwise, I will ensure your name is erased from every scientific journal, every grant, every university." He turned, his gaze sweeping over my work, a chilling promise in his eyes. "And then, I'll burn this lab to the ground."

The threat was a physical blow. It left me gasping for air. He was serious. He would do it. He would destroy everything.

I hated him. I hated him with a ferocity that burned through my veins.

Twenty-four hours.

My mind raced, scrambling for a way out. But there was no way out. Not yet. Not when he held all the cards.

The next day, my hands shaking, I stood on a brightly lit stage. The cameras flashed, the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Javier was there, a triumphant smirk on his face, Bambi clinging to his arm, a picture of false innocence.

"And now," the presenter boomed, "we have Aurelia Dickerson, to present this year's prestigious Innovator Award to our deserving recipient, Bambi Carey!"

My legs felt like lead. My heart hammered against my ribs. I walked forward, a puppet on Javier's strings. Bambi offered me a saccharine smile, her eyes glinting with malicious pleasure. She knew. She knew I knew.

I took the heavy award from the presenter, my fingers brushing against the cold metal. My gaze met Bambi's. Her smile widened.

I wanted to smash it, to shatter the award and her smug face with it. But I couldn't. Not yet.

"Congratulations, Bambi," I forced the words out, each one a shard of glass in my throat. My voice was flat, devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the performative cheer around me. The crowd clapped, oblivious to the silent war raging on stage.

Bambi leaned in, her voice a low hiss. "You made the right choice, Aurelia. You always do." Her hand brushed against mine, a feigned gesture of camaraderie.

I flinched internally. Her touch felt like a viper's caress.

Javier watched from the front row, a satisfied glint in his eyes. He raised a glass, a silent toast to his victory, to my public humiliation. Bambi, seeing his approval, beamed, basking in the spotlight.

Later, at the celebratory reception, Javier and Bambi were the undisputed stars. He held her hand, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity he once reserved for me. They laughed, they toasted, they danced, a vision of a perfect couple.

I remembered his promises, whispered in the dark. You're the only one, Aurelia. My partner, my love, my equal. The words echoed in my mind, a cruel, mocking refrain. Now, his eyes held Bambi with that same intensity, that same possessive adoration. Was his love so easily transferable? My stomach churned.

A shrill ring cut through the festive chatter. My assistant. My heart lurched.

"Dr. Dickerson, it's about the samples," she stammered, her voice frantic. "The new batch... they're contaminated. Someone tampered with the cryo-storages."

The world tilted. Contaminated. My precious samples. The ones I had just painstakingly prepared. The ones Bambi had sworn she would "help" me organize.

"Are you sure?" I gripped the phone, my knuckles white.

"Absolutely," she whimpered. "It's a complete loss. Everything."

Everything. My vision blurred. I swayed, the opulent room spinning around me. This was Bambi. She broke my hands. She just broke my hands.

My gaze snapped to Javier. He was still laughing, his arm around Bambi' s waist. He was still celebrating.

A red haze descended. I walked towards him, every step a deliberate act of will. My hand snaked out, swift and sure.

SLAP!

The sound cracked through the air, silencing the room. His head snapped to the side, a crimson mark blossoming on his cheek. The laughter died, replaced by stunned silence.

He stared at me, his eyes wide with shock. Bambi gasped, clutching his arm.

"She destroyed my samples, Javier!" I spat, my voice hoarse with fury. "She ruined months of work! She killed my research!"

He rubbed his cheek, his gaze hardening. "Bambi wouldn't do that. It was an accident. Research is often unpredictable." He turned to her, his voice softening. "Don't worry, darling. I'll compensate Aurelia. I'll make sure she has everything she needs to start over."

Compensate. Start over. He didn't understand. He never understood. My work wasn't about money or grants. It was about Kayla. It was about saving lives. This wasn't just a setback; it was a desecration.

"You don't get it, do you?" I laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "You never did. You think everything can be bought, replaced, compensated." My voice dropped to a frigid whisper. "You think you can just pay for the damage you've caused?"

He bristled, his jaw clenching. "What is that supposed to mean, Aurelia?"

"It means," I said, leaning in close, my eyes boring into his, "this isn't over. Not by a long shot."

Just then, Bambi let out a theatrical gasp, clutching her chest. "Oh, Javier! I feel faint... all this... tension..." She swayed dramatically, her eyes fluttering.

He immediately turned his attention to her, his face etched with concern. "Bambi! Are you alright, my love?" He scooped her up, cradling her against him, his back to me. "Let's get you out of here."

He carried her out of the room, leaving me standing alone amidst the stunned silence, the air still thick with the aftermath of my slap. He didn't even look back.

The last flicker of hope died in my heart. He was gone. Completely.

My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from an unknown number: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." It was Brian Moore. He had been a colleague of Kayla's, a rival CEO in the pharmaceutical world, but his family had a history with mine. A debt.

I looked at the retreating figures of Javier and Bambi. My hands were still tingling from the slap, but a new kind of resolve settled deep within me. I was done being a victim. I was done being humiliated.

This was war.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers still trembling, but with a new determination. I pressed the call button.

Just as the dial tone filled my ear, a dark shadow fell over me. Javier. He was back. His eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding their depths. He hadn't left after all.

"Who are you calling, Aurelia?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The phone slipped from my grasp.