Hidden Scientist, Betrayed Wife's Revenge

ists who believed in my vision, worked alongside me, correcting the sabotaged data, re-running simulations, and meticulously verifying every

Nguyen had never been employed, or even enrolled, in any of the prestigious programs she claimed. My sister, with her vast network and legal team, had already compiled a devastating dossier on Keeley's true backg

or the public presentation is approaching. The data is stable, yes, but we still have so many unanswered questions. And G

nd it will be perfect." I paused, then continued, "But we wil

, are you sure? This could be a

for Graham to choose. He can either acknowledge the truth and use the c

tation, I made two calls.

d of emotion. "The presentation

onse, a mix of annoyance and

voice brisk. "For tonight. After the presentation. And tell the fa

his voice laced with concern. "You d

ixed on the bustling preparation

on aloof. He spotted me on stage, a faint surprise in his eyes. He made his way to the front row, Keeley trailing behind him, her a

g it out to me. "Our anniversary gift. I had it specially commissioned. It's a

e was smiling, a triumphant glint in his

as graciously agreed to join our presentation tonight. She's going to share

eaned in, attempting to kiss my cheek, but I subtly turned my head, his lips brushing

me, don't you, my little scientist?" He squeezed my hand, then

t, no bitterness. Only a cold, clear resolve. The stage lights were hot, the aud

o discuss the latest advancements in gene therapy for Harvey's Syndrome." I launched into a concise, professional overvie

w image appeared: a side-by-side comparison of two sets of data. One, meticulously annotated and verified,

ce. Graham, in the front row, st

only render the gene therapy ineffective but could also have catastrophic consequences for any patient receiving it." My gaze, cold and steady, landed directly on Keeley. "I

stammer a denial, "No... I... I just corrected some

e falsification to cover up your own incompetence? To

ointed a trembling finger at me. "She's trying to sabotag

ntment, met mine. "Elise," he said, his voice low, a plea for explanat

aham," I said, my voice echoing in the silent room. "Whose truth do you choose

elieve Keeley," he said, his voice firm, resolute. "She's a brilliant scientist. She would never do an

, agonizing crack. Better than me. He still thought that. I felt no

. I turned away, the microphone clicking as I set it down. My wo

steps steady, my head hel

arm, his grip firm and reassuring. We walked out of the ballroom, leaving the stun

se petals on the bed. He checked his phone for the tenth time, a frown deepening on his face.

inor adjustment. Nothing to worry about. You' re over

lous. It' s working. But you' re being ridicu

n talk about this. I have a special nig

her. Our wedding. Anniversaries. Holidays. He watched it, a sentimental sigh escaping his lips. He thought of Elise seeing it, her eyes filling with tears,

a gnawing anxiety. He tried calling her, but her phone went straight to voicemail. Pa

buzzing energy he expected. The labs were empty. Elise' s office was dark. Her per

up some equipment. "Where's Elise?" Graham demanded,

Took all her personal research with her." He hesitated, then added, "She's become the youngest director of a new, highly funded inst

director? Overseas? The words hit him like a physica