In her desperate bid to be with her childhood sweetheart, my wife, along with our daughter, concocted a vicious lie, accusing me of stealing the groundbreaking research N96. “I’m an artist; I need a soulmate, not a scientist devoid of romance.” “Dad, Mom’s a woman. She needs romance, like flowers and warm embraces. Jacob’s better for her.” After being ostracized from the scientific community, I gathered evidence to clear my name, only to be run over by them. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment of my disgrace. I swiftly divorced, returned to my hometown to inherit my estate, and adopted a wayward child along the way. Under my guidance, this child grew into a polymath, a hacker feared by nations, a doctor without borders, and a top-tier scientist. As I prepared for a peaceful retirement, my daughter sought me out. “Dad, Mom’s now a world-renowned artist. Her paintings are worth a fortune.” “I’ve started my own company, now somewhat of a business prodigy.” “Jacob’s pharmaceutical company has grown immensely, even influencing medical organizations. You wouldn’t believe how many people seek his favor for a single pill from those organizations. And you’re still just a loser!” I smiled wryly. Since they had come knocking, it was time for retribution. ***** “Don’t look at me like that. I just took something from the lab home. Who knew they’d be so tight on security?” “They dragged me in for questioning, and you didn’t even try to protect me. They were so relentless that I had no choice but to throw you under the bus.” Fiona Blake, my wife, lounged on the couch, leisurely painting her nails. Her tone was laced with a hint of resentment toward me. “What did she mean by ‘throwing me under the bus’?” I thought. I stepped forward to demand clarity, but my daughter, Grace Moore, pushed me away. “You’re not thinking of hitting her, are you?” Watching Grace defend Fiona, I worried Grace might misunderstand me, so I quickly tried to explain, but she cut me off. “Mom was right. Losers only find faults in others.” “If it were Jacob, he’d protect Mom without a second thought, even if it cost him everything.” “And you? You just ask for reasons and explanations. Even when I hit that girl I didn’t like, you asked why instead of standing by me. Jacob wouldn’t do that.” Jacob Paxton was Fiona’s childhood friend. They had been engaged, but the promise was shattered when the Blake family went bankrupt. Debt collectors were about to sell Fiona into some red-light district when I sold most of my patents to save her. She cried in my arms, breathless with gratitude. “Gavin Moore, I only have you now.” My heart ached for her after the profound changes she endured, and after we married, I showered her with boundless affection. I ensured she wore exquisite clothes, adorned her nails beautifully, and never had to lift a finger for mundane tasks. When our daughter was born, I was worried she wouldn’t get enough rest post-delivery, so I took on every responsibility for our little girl, including bathing her, changing her diapers, preparing her bottles, and holding her, never allowing Fiona to lift a finger. After each task, she would embrace me, expressing her gratitude. “Gavin, thank goodness for you!” I vowed then to protect her from any harm forever. ***** When the N96 research results went missing, I immediately began gathering evidence to clear her name. I never imagined she would turn on me. A group of people burst through the door, led by someone I recognized as the head of the Scientific Research Security Department. Without a word, they restrained me. As they dragged me out, I heard Grace’s voice. “Mommy, does this mean I can get a new daddy now?” “Yay, you won’t have to secretly meet with Jacob anymore!” I was thunderstruck, struggling to return and confront them, but I was held firmly in place. The trial was public and broadcasted live. Fiona and Grace were also brought in, and they both claimed that I had taken the research result. “I think I saw him talking to a foreigner afterward. I don’t know what he did with it. I swear!” I stared at her in disbelief and whispered hoarsely, “Fiona, tell the truth! When did I ever contact a foreigner?” She flinched, her eyes wide with feigned innocence as she looked into the camera. Her voice was choked with tears. “But I am telling the truth.” “Gavin, you’re my husband, but that doesn’t mean you can force me to lie for you!” Sitting beside her, Grace burst into tears. “Daddy, stop bullying Mommy! You’ve made her cry again.” “You always took out your frustrations on Mom, and now, you want to shift this serious blame onto her. I don’t want a dad like you!” They clung to each other, their sobs mingling in a heart-wrenching symphony, which fueled the online vitriol. I was branded a wife-beater, a traitor to my country. Even within the courtroom, tempers flared. A man, unable to contain his fury, seized a nearby object and hurled it in my direction. He yelled, “You call yourself a man? Picking on women like that?” “What’s even the point of this trial? Just look at him. He’s guilty as a sin, trying to throw his wife under the bus.” “Punish him! Punish this traitor!”
Ultimately, I was expelled from the research community, and my patents were seized by those coveting my position. As the crowd dispersed, Fiona walked past me. I asked, defeated, “Why?” She smiled faintly, “I’m an artist; I need a soulmate, not a dull scientist.” With venom in her eyes, Grace added, “Don’t you get it? Mom needs romance, like flowers and warm embraces. Only Jacob can give her that!” Before I could respond, her eyes lit up as she sweetly yelled, “Daddy.” I hadn’t noticed when Jacob arrived, but there he stood, his eyes meeting mine with a heavy, almost palpable sense of regret. “Gavin, I’m sorry, but Fiona and I couldn’t help ourselves.” Rage took over, and I threw a punch. “I helped you rise again and get back into that circle, but this is how you repay me?” Fiona screamed, shielding him. “You just helped him connect with the Global Medical Organization. It was his own efforts after that. How can you be so disgusting now?” When Grace was just in elementary school, Jacob’s investments failed, nearing bankruptcy. He sought Fiona to connect with the Global Medical Organization for drugs to network with the elite. I was hesitant at first, reluctant to get involved. But Fiona wailed in despair as she pleaded with me for help. “Gavin, he’s like a brother to me. I can’t bear to see him fall like I did.” “You know how it is in that world. It’s all about elevating the powerful and trampling the weak. I’ve been through it, and I can’t bear the thought of Jacob going through the same. I just want to protect him from that.” My resolve melted under the weight of her sorrow. In the end, I couldn’t refuse her. I reached out to the Global Medical Organization, pulling the strings to introduce Jacob into that exclusive circle. I wanted to give him the chance to acquire the necessary medications and forge the crucial connections he needed. Jacob was grateful then, his company thrived, and our bonds seemed to strengthen. Yet, Fiona’s behavior began to shift in noticeable ways. She started going out more frequently, and suddenly, expensive cosmetics began to appear, items far beyond our usual budget. Even our daughter’s expenses ballooned, growing to a level I could no longer sustain. Whenever I questioned them about these changes, they would exchange glances and weave elaborate excuses. “You’re too suspicious. These are gifts from Jacob. He’s like my brother,” Fiona smiled at me. “Isn’t it natural for a brother to take care of his sister?” she added. “Yeah, Dad, Jacob treats me like his own. Don’t overthink,” Grace echoed. If I hesitated even for a moment, Fiona would swiftly close the distance between us, melting into my arms with a playful smile. “Are you jealous again?” she teased. I always found it so easy to believe there was nothing amiss. But you could never judge a book by its cover. Jacob ultimately took everything from me. ***** Grace gazed at Jacob with eyes full of sympathy, standing shoulder to shoulder with her mother as they both turned against me. “Dad, can’t you stop taking all the credit? It’s Jacob who worked so hard,” she yelled. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. I let the security personnel lead me away, resigning myself to my fate. I handed over my responsibilities, packing up the few belongings I had left. The medals that once symbolized my achievements were carefully placed in a frame collected by an official who seemed indifferent to their significance. At that moment, my world began to dim, the light slowly fading from everything I had once held dear. From a young age, I had been captivated by experiments, learning from my uncle and reveling in the thrill of overcoming each new challenge. My parents had urged me to return home and take over the family business, but I had refused, leading them to sever ties with me in anger. That loss had always weighed heavily on me. Then, I found solace in Fiona and our daughter, and my world began to feel full again. But now, I realized it had all been an illusion. As I left the lab for the last time, I found my students gathered at the entrance.
Their faces were etched with reluctance as they gazed at me, some on the brink of tears. “Mr. Moore, we know you’re not that kind of person,” one of them blurted out. “Mr. Moore, will you ever come back?” another asked, voice trembling. I remained silent, fighting back the tears in my eyes, and snapped coldly, “What are you all doing here? Get back to your posts. ” “You’re all brilliant. Use your talents to contribute to the country. ” “As for me, just think of me as a fleeting moment in your lives.” I couldn’t linger. I hurried away, my steps quickening. The voices calling out behind me pierced the air, but I was too much of a coward to turn around. Just as I was about to leave the research facility, I unexpectedly encountered a group of trendy-looking strangers at the entrance. The leader pointed at me and sneered, “There’s the traitor.” My heart skipped a beat, a sinking feeling settling in. I tried to retreat, but the gate had already closed. The guards didn’t even glance my way, as if I were trash. The group, faces hidden behind masks, shoved me to the ground and began to kick and punch me mercilessly. “The country gave you everything, and you sold our secrets to foreigners!” they yelled, each blow fueled by rage. “Kill the traitor! It’s our duty!” I fumbled for my phone to call the police, but my hand was stomped on, and the device was kicked away. The beating grew more vicious. Just as I thought I couldn’t breathe from the pain, I saw a familiar figure. Fiona was pulling Jacob along. I called out to her in a broken voice. “Help… call the police…” But Fiona just stood on her tiptoes, covering Jacob’s eyes. “Jacob, you get squeamish at the sight of blood. Don’t look.” She looked at me with disgust, her tone dripping with contempt. “It’s just a few kids messing with you. You know, ‘spare the rod, spoil the child.’ They’re just showing you some tough love. ” “Enjoy it. I’ll make sure to tell the guards to keep the gate closed.” She tightened her grip over Jacob’s eyes and added, “He’s used to working in the lab for days on end, roughing it out. But you’re different. ” “Let’s go inside and talk business. We’ll deal with the rest later.” As I watched her walk away, I felt a surge of absurdity wash over me. When her family went bankrupt and she was taken to settle debts, she had called everyone she knew, but no one was willing to help. They all saw her family as a lost cause. In the end, she turned to me. She sobbed over the phone, pleading, “I don’t want to go with them. Please, save me.” I worked through the night, gathering all my patents, even preparing to swallow my pride and ask my parents for money. Thankfully, the patent fees were enough to buy her freedom. I had sworn to protect her from ever feeling that fear again. ***** The group laughed at my futile plea for help. Worried I might escape, one of them picked up a rock and smashed it against my ankle. I screamed in agony and passed out. Afraid I might die, they dragged me to a nearby patch of grass. The sky had quietly cloaked itself in a layer of dark clouds, their oppressive presence casting a somber, brooding gloom over everything. After some time, the clouds burst, and raindrops pattered against my face, waking me. I tried to stand, but the pain in my leg was excruciating. I wondered if it was fractured. I hobbled home. I didn’t know what I looked like, but I could see the horror in the eyes of passersby. I must have been a mess. As soon as I got home, I heard some passionate moans. Clothes were strewn across the floor, and on the couch, two figures were entwined. Fiona saw me and hastily covered herself with a blanket, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Are you dead? You couldn’t knock? ” “Do you get off on watching me cheat on you?” I thought I had grown accustomed to her dual personalities, but this moment shattered that illusion. My emotions spiraled out of control. I grabbed the clothes from the floor and threw them. “Get out! Get out! Fuck off!”
Fiona calmly dressed herself and left with Jacob on her arm. Not long after, I received several taunting messages from Jacob. Jacob: [Did you think today was an exception? Mr. Cuckold.] I froze, and a barrage of photos followed. They weren’t just in the living room; my marital bed, the bathroom, and even the balcony bore witness to their infidelity. The images were sordid, their glaring evidence of infidelity strewn like shards of broken trust throughout my home. Jacob sent a voice message. “Do you know how tightly Fiona clings to me? If you could satisfy her, do you think she’d have come back to me?” “Fiona told me you’re always so clinical with her. She’s never been happy. You really are a failure, Gavin.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your wife and daughter.” I braced myself against the wall, a surge of nausea rising in my throat. I couldn’t hold it back and vomited. I knew he was baiting me. Fiona and I had met in high school. She was the embodiment of wealth and grace, while I was just a nerd engrossed in experiments. Unlike the other boys, who buzzed around her like bees to bloom, I didn’t harbor dreams of dating her. Indeed, I simply wanted to admire her from a distance. After we married, I was like a nervous wreck, always careful not to overstep, afraid my actions might offend her. Everything I did was with her permission, out of respect and love. I didn’t want her to feel like an object and to think my affection came with ulterior motives. Now, it seemed all my efforts were seen as weakness in her eyes. I wiped the blood from my mouth and sank onto the couch. After a quick patch-up of my wounds, I hurried to the study. Jacob’s photos had jogged my memory. Before we married, I had installed a security camera in the living room because I was often away from home. It had been on ever since. I pulled up the footage from the day the N96 research was stolen. There was Fiona, clutching a black box, pacing nervously until she saw Jacob. Only then did she relax. She threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Their bodies soon intertwined, but I fast-forwarded, focusing on their conversation. “This should be useful to you. It’s an active substance extracted from a rare fungus that is supposed to delay cellular aging.” “Your pharmaceutical company is at a critical stage. This could be a game-changer.” I was stunned. Fiona had once shown interest in my lab work, begging me to share some non-confidential details. “Just tell me a few things. I’m just curious about your job.” “Isn’t there anything interesting? I really want to know.” I had relented and told her about the discovery. Her eyes had sparkled with excitement, but I had no idea that her interest was all a pretense, a way to gather information for Jacob. Jacob hesitated, asking, “What will happen to you if this goes missing?” Fiona laughed dismissively. “I’ve covered my tracks. I used Gavin’s ID badge, and I’ve taken care of the surveillance footage.” “When they investigate, all roads will lead to Gavin.” “I’ll pretend to be coerced, and with Grace’s help, Gavin will be too heartbroken to reveal everything. Then, we can finally be together openly.” My heart turned to ice, and I laughed bitterly. So, it had all been her plan. Even my daughter was part of this deceit. I had poured my heart and soul into raising her, giving her everything she desired, including beautiful clothes and gourmet food. I had cherished them both, treating them like royalty. Yet, they were ungrateful, always wanting more, as if I hadn’t given them enough of my very being. I saved the footage and audio before I called the research department. The person who answered was my trusted colleague, David Paxton. I quickly recounted the entire story and sent him a backup of the surveillance video. “Buddy, whether I can clear my name depends on you now.” He nodded eagerly, and his voice was filled with determination. “I’ll do everything I can to help you.” But as soon as the call ended, David dialed another number. “Fiona, your ex has been secretly recording at your home.” “The N96 leak is out in the open now. He’s probably heading to the lab. If this blows up, you, me, and my brother will be involved. None of us will get away with it.”
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