Hidden Scientist, Betrayed Wife's Revenge

box in the other. He tried to offer me a placating smile, but it didn't reach his

" He presented the velvet box. Inside, a diamond pendant, sparkling under

m. His face was a mask of forced sincerity. "I don't w

e nodded. "Of course. Le

ar. Keeley. She was leaning against the hood, casually scrolling on a tablet. Her eyes, however, were fixed o

ing through the strained silence in the car.

. "My dear, I have no idea what you're talking about." Sh

ize some files." He reached into my bag, pulling out another small, heavy velvet box. "Here, I a

e it is. If anything happens to it, I will sue you both. For intellectual property theft, for professiona

tand on? You're a nobody. And besides," she turned to Graham, her voice dripping with artificial sw

e was clearly torn, but his loyalty, as always, leaned towards the woman he

arned, his voice low and dange

protect my life's work? Is it irrational to demand acco

ggerated shock. "What is she talking about, Graham

of rage. He took another step towards me, his eyes blazin

d. "What are you

th Corbett. My hand was on his shoulder, a tender, innocent gesture. But the angle, the framing, it twisted the image into s

y filled with shock, quickly morphed into a terrifying fury. "You... you cheated on me?" His voice was

my voice rising. "Corbett is family! He's my g

ow these 'family' relationships work in your elite circles! She's been sleeping wi

tred. He lunged at me, his hand shooting out. The slap echoed through the quiet street, a sharp, deafening

ed! You cheated! I gave you my name, my home, my future, and you threw it all away for some illicit affair!" He

s tearing from my throat. "I never

ret the day you ever crossed me." He shoved me into the living room, towards the small, dimly lit utility ro

k, and suffocating. The air was thick with the smell of dust and disuse. My body ached, my

ling, she's probably secretly recording us in there! She's always been so calcula

ivals! She confessed it to me! She said she knew exactly how to tweak the algorithms, how to make it look like my data was the faulty one! She said she'd make sure you'd lose

to me. My fingers fumbled for the small, almost invisible recording device I always kept in my bra. A habit fr

of dry bread and a bottle of water through a small slot in the door, but he never spo

, his face grim. "Are you going to admit your lies

it," I said, my voice

ging me out of the utility room and up the stairs. "Then p

field. The scent of Keeley' s perfume was overpowering here, mingling with the lingeri

st washed over me. "Get away from m

you lost! Look at what you threw away!" He laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. "You think you'r

ure contempt streaming down my face. "Y

were cold, devoid of any warmth. "You used to beg for

you took everything from me. Before you murdered my child. Don't

e last word, the raw g