The Jilted Wife's Brilliant New Life

Shirlee Melnick

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As the world burned outside our penthouse, my husband secured two tickets to the Helios Initiative-a billionaire's ark for humanity's brightest minds. I was a brilliant software architect who sacrificed my career for his, so I assumed the second ticket was mine. Instead, he asked me for a temporary divorce. He needed to legally bring his doe-eyed protégée, Katia, as his "Key Collaborator." "It's the only logical solution," he said calmly, handing me the papers. He explained that his work with her was essential for rebuilding civilization, while our marriage was mere "sentimentality." He was leaving me and my mother, who sold her home to fund his career, to die. He offered me a "fund" to be comfortable while the world ended, insisting he still loved me. The man I had built my life around was discarding me like an outdated accessory. But he made a fatal miscalculation. He forgot the billionaire funding the ark owed me a life-altering favor. My hand shook as I dialed the number I hadn't touched in ten years. "Emmett," I whispered, "I need to call in that favor."

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Chapter 10

01-06 21:54

Chapter 1

Instead, he asked me for a temporary divorce. He needed to legally bring his doe-eyed protégée, Katia, as his "Key Collaborator."

"It's the only logical solution," he said calmly, handing me the papers.

He explained that his work with her was essential for rebuilding civilization, while our marriage was mere "sentimentality." He was leaving me and my mother, who sold her home to fund his career, to die.

He offered me a "fund" to be comfortable while the world ended, insisting he still loved me. The man I had built my life around was discarding me like an outdated accessory.

But he made a fatal miscalculation. He forgot the billionaire funding the ark owed me a life-altering favor. My hand shook as I dialed the number I hadn't touched in ten years.

"Emmett," I whispered, "I need to call in that favor."

Chapter 1

Adriana POV:

My husband asked me for a temporary divorce so he could legally bring his protégée to the end-of-the-world sanctuary instead of me.

He said it while the world outside our hermetically sealed windows was literally burning.

The air in our penthouse apartment was cool and filtered, a stark contrast to the thick, ochre-colored smog that had become the permanent sky of New York City. News tickers scrolled silently across the bottom of the wall-mounted screen, a constant stream of collapsing markets, hyperinflation, and riots. The Global Economic Collapse, or the GEC as the talking heads called it, wasn't imminent anymore. It was here.

And the Helios Initiative was the only ark in a world drowning in chaos. A hyper-exclusive, billionaire-funded think tank on a remote, self-sufficient island. It wasn't just a shelter; it was a breeding ground for a new society, hand-picking the world's brightest minds to rebuild from the ashes. A golden ticket.

Bryant got one.

Dr. Bryant Weeks, my husband, the prominent economist whose theories on post-collapse recovery had made him a star. I watched him now as he paced the length of our marble living room, his reflection gliding across the polished floor. He looked every bit the savior of the modern age-sharp suit, confident stride, a mind that the world was betting on.

The invitation had arrived a week ago. A sleek, black data-chip with the golden sunburst logo of the Helios Initiative. It granted him a spot. And, it specified, he was allowed to bring one "Family & Key Collaborator."

One.

I'd always assumed that one would be me. Adriana Wilkerson. The brilliant software architect who had mothballed her own unicorn-startup career to become Mrs. Adriana Weeks. The woman who coded the complex predictive models that underpinned his early work, who edited his papers until three in the morning, who built the scaffolding for his ascent while letting her own name fade into obscurity.

He stopped pacing and finally looked at me. His handsome face, the one I had loved with every fiber of my being, was a mask of cool rationality.

"It' s the only logical solution, Adi," he said, his voice calm, as if he were explaining a complex financial derivative.

My breath caught in my throat. It felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. "Logical?" The word came out as a strangled whisper.

"Katia is essential to my work," he continued, not a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Her recent dissertation on resource allocation in closed systems is groundbreaking. She's not just my protégée; she's my most vital collaborator. The Initiative is about rebuilding civilization, not sentimentality."

Katia Hodges. His ambitious, doe-eyed protégée. The girl who looked at him with a worshipful gaze I hadn't been able to muster in years. The girl whose name had been on his lips more and more frequently over the past year.

"I'm your wife," I said, my voice trembling. The statement felt absurdly simple, ridiculously weak against the tidal wave of his pragmatism.

"And I love you," he said, the words feeling like a slap. "This doesn't change that. It's a temporary measure. A formality."

He walked over to the bar and slid a thin folder across the polished surface toward me.

"The Helios charter has a loophole. A legal partnership, like an LLC, qualifies as a 'Key Collaborator' entity. A spouse does not automatically qualify if the primary selectee deems another collaborator more critical to their work." He took a sip of his whiskey, his hand steady. "For me to bring Katia, we need to formalize our working relationship. And for that to be clean, legally, we can't be married."

I stared at the folder. A quick, no-fault divorce. A temporary dissolution of our eight-year marriage so he could save another woman.

The world outside was ending, and my world inside was shattering. It was a cold, precise demolition.

"You're asking me to sign this... so you can take her?" I couldn't wrap my head around it. The cruelty was so profound, so clinical, it was almost surreal.

"I'm asking you to be rational, Adriana. This is about survival. It's about ensuring my work, our work, continues. Once we're established on the island, once things stabilize, we can figure out our future. I'll make sure you're taken care of here. I've set aside a fund..."

I tuned him out. The drone of his voice, so often a comfort, was now just noise. My mind was racing, sifting through the wreckage of my life, searching for a piece of driftwood in the flood. And then, a name surfaced from the deep recesses of my memory.

Emmett Franks.

The tech magnate funding the Helios Initiative. The visionary billionaire who I had saved from corporate ruin a decade ago, back when I was still Adriana Wilkerson, the programming prodigy. I had found a catastrophic flaw in his company's core algorithm hours before a major product launch, a flaw his own team had missed. I worked for 48 hours straight, fueled by coffee and desperation, and rebuilt it from the ground up. He had offered me a fortune, a senior position, anything I wanted. I turned it all down to follow Bryant to New York for his post-doc.

"I owe you a life-altering favor, Wilkerson," Emmett had said, pressing his personal number into my hand. "Don't ever hesitate to call it in."

I never had. Until now.

My fingers fumbled as I pulled my phone from my pocket. Bryant was still talking, laying out his heartless, logical plan for my abandonment. He didn't even notice as I stood up and walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I found the old contact. E. Franks.

It rang twice.

"Franks." His voice was exactly as I remembered it. Crisp, decisive, no-nonsense.

"Emmett," I said, my own voice shaking. "It's Adriana. Adriana Wilkerson."

There was a pause on the other end, just for a second. "Wilkerson," he said, a note of warmth entering his tone. "I was wondering if I'd ever hear from you. It's been a long time. Everything okay?"

Tears pricked my eyes. "No," I managed to say. "No, it's not. I need to call in that favor."

I explained the situation in clipped, emotionless sentences. The Helios spot. My husband. His protégée. The divorce papers on the counter.

He listened without interruption. When I finished, the line was silent for a moment. I could hear the faint hum of a server room in the background.

"He's a fool," Emmett said finally, his voice laced with a cold fury that was somehow comforting. "Give me ten minutes."

The line went dead.

I walked back into the living room. Bryant had stopped pacing and was looking at his watch.

"Who was that?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "We don't have time for social calls, Adriana."

"It was a wrong number," I lied, my voice surprisingly steady.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, Adi, I know this is hard. But you need to face reality. There are no other options. The shuttles leave in forty-eight hours. You don't have any connections that matter anymore. You gave all that up, remember?"

The condescension in his voice was the final, twisting turn. He didn't just see me as disposable; he saw me as powerless. An accessory he could no longer afford to keep.

"My mother," I said abruptly, the thought of her alone in her tiny apartment cutting through my haze of pain. "Carolina. If I sign this, you have to find a way to get her a spot. You have to promise me."

She had poured her entire life savings into his PhD. She'd sold her house to support us when we were starting out. She was financially dependent on us, on him.

Bryant stared at me, his face unreadable. He picked up his glass of whiskey and took a long, slow swallow. He didn't say a word.

The silence was his answer.

I looked at his face, the face I had woken up next to for eight years, and saw a stranger. I remembered our wedding day, under a canopy of oak trees. He had taken my hands, his eyes filled with what I had believed was adoration, and whispered, "You and me, Adi. Against the world. Always."

Always.

What a fucking joke.