Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius

“My apartment filled with the scent of roasted garlic, ready for a special night-wedding plans with my fiancée, Jess, and celebrating my big new research grant. But Jess was late. Really late. Her text claimed a "client emergency," yet when I called, a young intern named Ethan answered, a little too smooth, a little too casual, saying Jess was helping him set up his "new downtown loft." My stomach tightened. Then, his Instagram story blew my world apart: Jess, laughing freely, his arm draped around her, captioned, "Best mentor ever! #NewBeginnings." The next morning, Ethan showed up at our apartment, Jess absolutely beaming at his attention, oblivious to my stony silence. He brazenly flirted, and Jess, incredibly, defended him when I called him out. Then, in a cruel twist, Jess led him to my secure university lab where he "accidentally" fried my custom-built AI server-years of my critical research. Jess glanced at the smoking wreckage, then at me, dismissing it casually: "It' s just a server, Mike. Can' t you get a new one? Don' t be so dramatic." Seven years of my life, shattered by her lies, her cold indifference, and her shocking defense of the very person who destroyed my career. How could the woman I was about to marry be so utterly lacking in empathy, so blind to my worth, yet so willing to protect a scheming intern? It wasn't just betrayal; it was a complete erasure of everything we had built. That same day, I accepted a post-doc in Zurich, left our custom engagement ring on the coffee table, and emailed Jess: "I'm leaving. The engagement is off." My new life, finally free of the past, was about to begin.”