“I spent ten years taking care of my fiancé Jorden and our three childhood best friends, giving up a top-tier Arctic research fellowship twice just to stay by their side. But the day after Jorden proposed, I caught them celebrating my exile. They had forged my signature to withdraw my Ivy League application, giving my hard-earned seat to Calla, a manipulative girl they all babied. Worse, they legally bound me to a five-year, top-secret federal contract in the freezing Arctic. "Aria is tough, she can handle the snow. Calla needs the local medical center," Jorden said coldly. When I confronted them, they defended her, ransacked my apartment, and accused me of stealing her necklace. I gave them a decade of my life, only to be discarded like trash the moment a weaker girl shed a fake tear. So, I took off the diamond ring, severed our childhood blood pact, and boarded the federal transport to the Arctic. Five years later, I returned as a decorated Chief Scientist, and it was their turn to drop to their knees and beg.”