His Unwanted Wife Is A Top Scientist

For four years, I played the perfect, naive, low-income wife to my wealthy husband Duke, completely hiding my true identity as a top-secret DARPA scientist.

On our anniversary, I discovered he was having an affair with an old-money socialite named Adelia.

He used our marital assets to buy her a half-million-dollar Birkin bag, but that wasn't the worst part.

While hiding in a parking garage, I recorded him telling his mistress that the daily prenatal vitamins he lovingly gave me were actually high-dose contraceptives.

He had secretly sterilized me to ensure I would never produce a "low-class" heir, planning to toss me aside with a tiny settlement in six months.

When I confronted him, he violently attacked me, smashed my head against a marble dresser, and locked me in our bedroom.

I thought of the four years I spent crying in doctors' offices, blaming my own body for my infertility, while he held my hand and comforted me with perfect, monstrous concern.

I didn't wait to be punished.

I climbed down the second-story balcony in the dark, leaving behind every diamond and luxury bag he had ever given me.

Sitting in the back of a taxi, I wiped the blood from my forehead and opened a secure app on my phone.

"Divorce fraud. Initiate sequence."

It was time for him to finally meet Dr. Patterson.