A Scientist's Revenge: New Life

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ightening. He said nothing more, just scooped her into his arms a

n his eyes. "Ayla," he began, his voice surprisingly gentle,

ure of Craig and me on our wedding day, laughing, full of hope. I picked it up, my fingers tracing his smilin

buzzed with a notification. A private

iny, shaky. Ashley. And Craig. In a hotel room. Laughing. Kissing. His hand

gaslighting, the manipulation, the constant defense of her. It was all a twisted game. He didn't love me.

the naive woman I once was, the one who believed in his lies, who clung to a p

me, the mansion that had once been our dream. Now, it felt like a gilded cage. I stripped

one after that. He was with Ashley, undoubtedly, pla

b, throwing things around, demanding access to all the prototypes. She says Craig gave her full control. She accidentally de

voice calm. "Just secure everythin

the research? What about y

Just... hold tight

ile on his face, a bouquet of gaudy red roses in his hand. He hadn't bothered to

ing much better. And she's made incredible progress on the research! She needs to present

my dead sister? The research she destroyed when she wiped my server

d. He grabbed my arm, his grip once again bruising. "Ayla, don't be childish. Thi

a tantrum, Craig! You're letting your mistress destroy

her eyes red-rimmed, her face contorted in a mask of distr

led, clutching my legs. "Please, don't d

e, pulling her up and cradling her. "Ashley, my love! What's w

ture of a young woman, partially undressed, clearly distressed. "She's threatening my sister, Cra

yes blazing with a cold, terrifying fury. "Ayla," he

of foreboding. "Do what, Craig? Fabricate some scandalous pho

er the question, Ayla! Did y

me. He actually belie

I would stoop to such a low, pathetic level? To use someone's fa

icion. "I don't know what to think anymo

The man I married would never believe this vile woman's lies over me. The man I married would never prot

impered. "She's saying horrible thi

. I'm done. You've crossed a line. I'm going to make you regret this." He tighten

. I knew that look. That was the look of a ma

do?" I asked, my voice

, to be humiliated. To be exposed. To be seen as nothing more than a desperate, pat

s immediately stepped fo

o! Craig, what are yo

ruggled, but their grip was like iron. They dragged me

pods, attaching professional came

amed, my voice raw. "You're a s

ay, my pleas falling on deaf ears. Ashley, sti

already in place, lights glaring down. Panic seized me. I thrashed, kicked, b

ay. He was now standing there, watching. Ashley peered ove

I screamed, tears s

trength I had, but it was useless. They were too many, too strong. One of them punche

bruised and exposed. The camera flashes began, blin

This was worse than the physical pain, worse tha

d reaching for his belt, his eye

this.

rated desperation, coursed through me

a window, high on the wall, a desperate sliver of hope. I scrambled to

ropelled by the sheer will to survive. I slammed my body against

cold night air. As I plummeted, a final image burned into my mind: Craig, ho