I was at my private research facility on a remote island, finally making a breakthrough. I couldn’t wait to share the good news with my wife. But right then, her new male assistant showed up, bringing his entire family to the island. I didn’t think much of it, figuring they’d just come to the wrong place. I stayed focused on my experiment. Yet, his family just barged straight into the lab. Blake, in his ridiculous beach shorts, spotted me and immediately started barking orders. “Hey, are you the receptionist here? Got any common sense?” “Don’t you know I’m here for a vacation today? Hurry up and grab our luggage!” Watching him turn off the main experimental switch, mistaking it for an AC remote, made a bitter laugh bubble up my throat. “You’re Chloe’s… husband? Don’t you know this is her lab?” “You’re here causing trouble. Aren’t you afraid she’ll get mad?” If Chloe found out that her decade-long experiment, something she’d poured her heart and soul into, was just destroyed by some fake “Mr. Blake,” Would she still want this imposter?
The words barely left my mouth when Blake, the self-proclaimed “Mr. Blake,” started cackling. He eyed me up and down, his gaze full of scorn and contempt. “Afraid she’ll get mad? I’m the *future* Mr. Blake!” “You, a mere receptionist, are trying to tell me what to do?” “Forget about some broken machine. Even if I set this entire island on fire, she wouldn’t bat an eye!” Next to him, a young woman, flamboyantly dressed and looking utterly frivolous, aggressively kicked a suitcase towards my feet. The hard corner of the case slammed into my ankle, sending a searing pain shooting through me. “Hey! I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?” She pointed her chin at me, her face full of impatience. “My future sister-in-law adores my brother too much to get mad over a broken machine!” “Say one more useless word, and I’ll make you vanish from this island!” I was wearing the simplest, most basic white anti-static work uniform. For convenience, my hair was just casually pulled back. My face, due to long nights of experimental work, showed signs of exhaustion. This appearance certainly clashed with the vibe of a luxurious private island retreat. I stared at the energy module’s master switch that he’d just pressed, my heart sinking inch by inch. Chloe and I had poured twelve years of our lives into this project. It wasn’t just about Sterling Corp.’s multi-billion dollar industrial blueprint; it was *our* shared dream, something we’d worked on since college. Now, twelve years of our blood, sweat, and tears might be ruined in an instant, all because of some idiot’s clueless actions. I forced down the fury boiling inside me, my voice dangerously cold. “This is your last warning. Take your hand off that switch immediately, and get your people off this island!” “Oh, still trying to act tough with us?” Blake’s mother, Karen, pointed a finger at my nose and yelled: “Blake, why waste your breath on this kind of lowly servant! An insolent lapdog who doesn’t know his place!” “Just tell Chloe to fire him! People like him should be kicked out on their ass!” Egging on by his mother, Blake grew even more arrogant. Not only did he not release the switch, he pressed it down even harder. “I’m not taking it off. What are you going to do about it?” “Let me tell you, from today onwards, I’m the man of the house here!” “You’d better wise up, or you’ll have a world of pain coming your way!” The words hadn’t fully left his mouth when the alarm lights at the top of the lab began to flash frantically. A piercing siren immediately blared across the entire island. I watched, horrified, as the core temperature reading on the main control screen shot up like a rocket. I didn’t have time to argue with these fools. I spun around and sprinted towards the backup coolant storage room. A few more minutes, and this entire lab, along with the island, would explode violently due to core overheating! “Shut up! What a terrible place!” Skylar, annoyed by the screeching alarm, kicked a nearby instrument with full force. A loud “BANG!” echoed, followed by the sound of shattering metal and sparking electricity. My blood surged, and I almost coughed up a mouthful of it. That was a superconducting data analyzer custom-made in Germany, worth thirty million dollars! It contained all our experimental data from the past decade! I glared at them, my eyes burning. “All of you, you will pay for what you’ve done today!”
Blake flinched, startled by the murderous glint in my eyes, but quickly regained his arrogant smirk. “Pay? What can a poor grunt like you make us pay?” “Let me tell you, when my girlfriend gets here, you’ll be the first one she deals with!” He seemed to have blind confidence in Chloe. I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. Saving the experimental data was my top priority now. I rushed into the storage room, quickly put on a heavy, insulated hazmat suit, and, cradling a heavy backup coolant tank, stumbled towards the core reactor. Through the thick observation window, I could see the device inside already emitting a blinding red glow. “Bro, look at him! He’s dressed like a clown, so hilarious!” Skylar laughed from outside, her face full of mockery. Karen immediately pulled out her phone, snapping pictures of me to post on Ins, with the caption: [My future daughter-in-law’s private island, even the staff are so unique, how cute~] They had no idea they were standing on the brink of disaster, thinking they were watching a comedy show. I gritted my teeth and opened the valve to the emergency injection port. High-pressure liquid nitrogen instantly jetted out, the powerful recoil slamming me hard against the wall. My internal organs felt like they’d shifted, my throat burned, and a mouthful of blood surged up. But I dared not let go. I clung to the coolant tank, pouring the cooling liquid onto the rapidly heating device. The alarm finally began to subside, and the temperature curve on the screen slowly started to drop. Yet, despite all this, the twelve-year experiment was ultimately ruined. I collapsed onto the ground like a ragdoll, not even having the strength to stand. The visor of my hazmat suit was covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, blurring my vision. I struggled to reach for my satellite phone. I had to report the situation to Chloe immediately. But as I stretched out my hand, a foot clad in a polished leather shoe slammed down hard on it. Blake looked down at me, his face full of disgust. “Who are you trying to fool, playing dead? You made such a huge ruckus, it ruined my good mood!” “Get up now and make us some food! I want Australian lobster, Kobe beef.” “And open a bottle of ’82 Lafite for me!” Listening to his shameless demands, I just felt a profound absurdity. Lobster and steak? Why not dinosaur eggs while he’s at it? “Get lost,” I rasped, forcing the word through clenched teeth. “You dare curse at me?” Blake shrieked, enraged. “Skylar, drag him out! Let him know who the real boss is here!” Skylar grinned maliciously and stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking me hard towards the exit. A searing pain ripped through my scalp. My body scraped against the rough floor, every raw wound burning. I fought with all my might, grabbing the corner of a nearby lab table, refusing to be dragged away. “Let go of me! I am Chloe’s legitimate husband! If you dare touch me, you’ll regret it!” Blake’s family stared at me, frozen for a few seconds, then erupted into thunderous laughter. “Hahahaha! He says *he’s* Mr. Blake?” Skylar laughed so hard tears streamed down her face. She pointed at me and said to Blake: “Bro, has this guy watched too many sci-fi movies? Is his brain broken? Is he desperate to marry into a rich family?” Karen looked at me like I was a lunatic, spitting in disgust. “You, with that pathetic look? Wearing a shabby work uniform, hair like a bird’s nest.” “And your face looks like a ghost! How dare you pretend to be Mr. Blake?” “Before you lie, why don’t you go take a good look at yourself in the mirror?”
Blake’s face, however, suddenly darkened. He hated anyone eyeing what he considered his, especially when he was about to “make things official” with Chloe. “I thought you were someone important. Turns out you’re just some gold-digger trying to climb the ladder!” “You’ve got some nerve, impersonating Mr. Blake and causing trouble here!” He grabbed my already messy hair, yanking my head back violently, forcing me to look up. Then, he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the lab. “You home-wrecker! Today, I’m going to teach you a good lesson on Chloe’s behalf, so you know what pipe dreams are!” I was already weak, and that slap sent me sprawling to the ground, stars bursting in my vision, my ears ringing. “Hit him! This shameless man deserves to be beaten to death!” Karen shrieked, lunging at me, her long nails savagely raking across my face. Instantly, several burning red gashes appeared. Skylar, grinning viciously, kicked me in the abdomen. “Still daring to impersonate my future sister-in-law’s husband!” “Let me tell you, my future sister-in-law got tired of that emotionless block of wood long ago! My brother is the one she truly cares about!” “Trash like you isn’t even worthy of shining my brother’s shoes!” I was surrounded by their family, beaten and kicked, completely defenseless. The agonizing pain in my abdomen made me curl into a ball. My head slammed against the metal floor, and my consciousness began to fade. I desperately wanted to explain, to call for help, but only broken whimpers escaped my throat. In their eyes, I, the legitimate husband, was the shameless, opportunistic third party. Just as I thought I was going to be beaten to death right there, a loud roar grew closer and closer. A black helicopter hovered over the lab. The hatch opened, and Chloe’s figure swiftly slid down a rope ladder. Blake’s family immediately stopped their assault, their faces lighting up as if they’d seen a savior. They rushed forward excitedly. “Chloe, you’re finally here!” Blake was the first to throw himself into her arms, pointing at my barely conscious form on the ground, his voice choked with feigned tears. “This crazy man somehow sneaked onto the island, claiming he’s your husband.” “He even tried to hit us! Look at my wrist, it’s all red!” Chloe patted his back reassuringly, then her gaze swept over the messy lab. When she saw the smashed analyzer and the smoking control console, her brows furrowed tightly. Her eyes landed on me, and her expression was like she was looking at an annoying piece of trash. She didn’t even bother to distinguish who I was. “What happened?” she demanded. I lay curled on the ground, covered in injuries, my blood-stained face swollen beyond recognition. I lifted my head, wanting her to see who I was. But she just impatiently averted her gaze. Seeing this, Blake immediately seized the opportunity, adding fuel to the fire: “Chloe, don’t even ask! It was him. He pressed some button, and everything started blaring and making noise.” “He also attacked us like a mad dog! I think he has mental issues!” Chloe clearly had no interest in discerning the truth. “He’s just an employee. Why bother with him?” She waved her hand at the two black-suited bodyguards behind her, her voice icy. “He can’t even look after a lab. Drag him out and throw him into the sea to feed the fish.” “I don’t want any irrelevant people dirtying my space.” I stared in disbelief at the woman I had loved for twelve years, the woman I had given everything to. We had been married for twelve years, and she didn’t even recognize me! Now, she was gently embracing another man, condemning me to death with the most brutal words, delivered so casually. Tears, unbidden, streamed down my face. It turned out, in her heart, I was worse than trash. The bodyguards acknowledged her command, their faces emotionless, and lifted my lifeless body, dragging me outside. My feet left a long, bloody trail on the ground. At that very moment, three heavy helicopters, painted in military camouflage, landed on the island, their deafening roar filling the air. Skylar, who had never seen such a spectacle, gasped repeatedly. “Oh my God! Who is that? Is that a military helicopter? The display is too grand!” Blake gasped, “No! Look at that emblem… It’s Aegis Tech!” “They’re the only ones in the country who developed the sixth-generation lithography machine! Their chairman, doesn’t he ever show his face?” Chloe also stopped, her face changing. Seeing the middle-aged man descending from the central helicopter via rope ladder, she immediately abandoned Blake and hurried forward. Her face was etched with the humblest smile she could manage. “Dad! What brings you here? How did you…” Before Chloe could finish her sentence, Mr. Sterling delivered a powerful kick to her chest. Chloe coughed up a mouthful of blood, stumbling back several steps. “Dad, you… what are you doing?!”
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