In the past, holding hands made Thomas blush to the tips of his ears. Now he was brazenly cheating under our own roof without batting an eye.
He had once knelt by my mother's deathbed, swearing to protect and cherish me.
Now, convinced I had no one to rely on, he stabbed me in the back.
He ripped open old scars and plunged a fresh blade into the wound.
In that moment, the last thread of hope snapped.
There was no going back for us.
I pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled as I opened the 999th email from Quinn Barnes.
**[Quinn, I'm in.]**
Quinn Barnes. My mentor from grad school. He had admired me back then, begging me to go abroad with him to develop new materials.
But I had been a love-struck fool. I threw myself at Thomas, believing that a home was the only path to happiness.
I rejected Quinn.
He had been furious. He told me it was a waste for someone with my IQ to be a slave to love.
I had laughed at him. Told him he didn't understand romance.
Eight years. Quinn had built a research empire overseas and a famous cosmetics company domestically.
And I? The dazzling genius of A University had become a nameless housewife, mocked by her husband's students.
Quinn's reply came instantly.