My Ex Chose Her,So I Married the Scientist Above HimChapter 1
The next time I saw Les Gilbert, I was kissing my new husband in front of a cheering crowd.
His little junior stood right beside him—the one he'd always coddled—but her eyes were red with fury.
No one there knew that six months ago, to celebrate Michelle's birthday, he'd stolen my only spot at an elite international research conference.
"You're a young scholar—you'll have plenty of chances. But Michelle's turning twenty, and her birthday wish is to be there and broaden her horizons."
He confiscated all my documents, locked me inside the apartment from the outside, and flew Michelle abroad without looking back.
That night, a fire broke out from old wiring.
I smashed through a window to barely make it out alive, then knelt on the pavement calling his phone over and over.
When someone finally picked up, it was Michelle, laughing:
"Madge! Les is cutting my birthday cake right now. Is it urgent?"
In the background, Les was announcing in flawless English to the whole world that she was his lover.
Seven days of conference. Every day, Michelle posted couple photos, location tags, gifts on social media.