Her Betrayal, My Cold Resolve

just walk out and divorce me? Don' t forget who you work for, David. I' ll have you fired tomo

ating. For years, that had been her ultimate

I do that your father puts his name on? The formulas I create that

aid a handsome salary for your 'work.' You' d be nothing without my family' s res

, now chimed in, his smugness fully restored. He

' s coattails. A real leech." He used her own word for me, and they exchanged a

ice low and steady, my eyes fixed on Mark. "You' re a finance

d from what Sarah tells me, you' re yesterday' s news. The company is moving on to bi

on dawning on me. "The new technol

n. "Mark has developed a groundbreaking new cellular regeneration technique. It' s going to make my

. The final, brutal piece of

, a true cellular repair and regeneration technology that went far beyond cosmetics. It had potential applications in medicine, in healing.

share my breakthrough with her. I had been so naive. She had listened, as

, the words hollow. "Yo

Mark took your half-baked theories and turned them into something real, something profitable. He has the business s

ghter. I was just another piece of baggage to

this 'new technology' ?" I asked him, a dangerous edge to my voice. "You' re sure

u, puttering around in a lab. I have a team. We' re ready for production. The

ne. They thought they had won. They thought they had taken everything from me

k with tha

me, Sarah stepped aside. She looked at me with a mixture of

k when you' re broke and a

t stop until I was in my car, driving away. The moment I was clear of the lo

out my phone. I dialed the number of my old

d Miller," I sai

time no see.

hat patent application we' ve been working on, the one for 'Re

s voice suddenly serious. "We' re abo

I said, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knu

e name should

the first I' d allowed myself to sh

th a grief and a fury so profound it felt like i

nce on the other

at company, my wife... they don' t deserve to hav