Hidden Scientist, Betrayed Wife's Revenge

student. She couldn't be a director, or a Dr. Morton, or whatever you're rambling about. You've clearly bee

with all due respect, Dr. Morton left a message for you. She said... she said to

ve against Keeley? Why does she always have to make everything about herself?" He paced the empty lab, his anger simmering. "She's ju

e too far, Elise. You think I don't know you're behind this? I'm warning you. If you

d on the staff directory board, her face utterly devoid of color. On the board, under the "Direct

arling! What are you doing here? I thought you were waiting for Elise at the hotel." She tried to lead him away, her voi

always dismissed Elise as a weak, unassuming woman. A substitute. A pawn. But a director? A Morton? The implications were terri

her "research" abroad, oblivious to the truth. She remembered painstakingly crafting her new persona: the prodigy scie

eeley asked, forcing a

ing Elise again, but it went straight

with some man. He was touching her. They looked very... intimate." She squeezed his

It shattered into pieces. He didn't doubt Keeley for a second. His mind, already poisoned by her lies, latched onto this new accusation. Elise wa

laced with a possessive fury. "She's nothing. You're everything. You'll start at the institute

ing. Of course. Tomorrow." She leaned into him, burying her face in his chest. H

ried about my condition, about the cure. But with your genius, Keeley, I kn

cing. She had to keep Graham convinced. She had to

data? Dr. Morton specifically warned against it. She said it's incomplete, riddled with errors. She said if used, it could accelerate your condition, not cure it!" He t

er. "You're in league with Elise, aren't you? Trying to sabotage us! I'll have your job! All of you!" He snatched

grabbed his arm, her eyes wide. "Graham, darling, m

ind adoration. "Do you think I don't trust you,

otested, her voice lace

th a flourish, then looked at the researcher, a triumphant smirk on his face. "There. Now, get out. And t