로그인Ellie stepped out of the hotel, the facade of composure crumbling. She couldn't face Professor Chasen like this—cheek bruised, pride stinging, pretending everything was fine."Thomas," she said, her gaze fixed on the pavement, "I need to skip the rest of the day. Could you please tell the Professor I wasn't feeling well and had to go home?"She moved to hail a taxi, but Thomas gently caught her arm. "Give me two minutes," he said.He strode over to where Professor Chasen stood with the other alumni, spoke a few quiet words, and received a concerned but understanding nod in return. The professor and the others soon departed in a waiting car.When Thomas returned, he said simply, "Come on. I'll take you home."Once in the passenger seat, Ellie finally voiced her worry. "The Professor didn't get upset, did he?""I told him you weren't feeling well—cramps, maybe your period. He completely understood and told me to make sure you got home safely."Ellie looked away, embarrassed. Still
"You know what?" Deborah snapped, venom bright in her voice. "In affairs of the heart, the one who isn't loved is the real homewrecker. You're the obstacle standing between Lisa and Derek. You're the third wheel."Ellie responded with a slow, mocking clap."And if my memory serves me," she said, her voice like ice, "a few years ago, Uncle Carl was keeping a mistress. You found out, didn't you? Stormed the place and made a spectacular scene. So, congratulations, Deborah. By your own logic, you were the 'other woman' in your own marriage all along."The words landed like a physical blow. Rage contorted Deborah's features. She lunged forward, hand flying toward Ellie's face. "You bitch!"Ellie was ready. She caught Deborah's wrist mid-air and shoved her back with a force that sent her stumbling. "I'm not the helpless girl you could push around anymore."Carl sprang forward, furious, and struck out."You wretched, ill-bred girl! How dare you disrespect your aunt this way? I'll teach
When Ellie stepped out of the Lakeside Hotel, she realized she'd left her phone in the private room.Thomas immediately offered to go back with her, but she shook her head."You should stay with Professor Chasen," she said. "I'll go by myself."When she returned to the room, the waiter was clearing the table."Miss, is this your phone? I was just about to bring it to the front desk," he said."It's mine. Thank you."She took the phone and walked out.The moment she stepped into the hallway, she caught sight of two familiar figures ahead—Lisa, her arm looped through Derek's, walking side by side toward the front desk, close enough that their shoulders brushed.Ellie froze.Then a voice—sharp and mocking—cut through the air beside her."What are you staring at? Is it that interesting?""Oh, right," the woman sneered, "Derek probably never even touched you once in those four years you were together, did he?"Ellie turned. Deborah and Carl were stepping out of the neighboring pr
It was only in hindsight that Professor Chasen began connecting the dots.Back when Thomas was studying abroad, their calls about research would invariably drift toward inquiries about Ellie—her latest projects, her well-being, her life.Perhaps, in recommending her to QuantumX Biotech, he had unwittingly played into his former student's long-held designs.Still, Thomas had always been one of his most capable and principled protégés—steady, decent, and thoroughly competent. If the two of them were to find their way to each other, the professor thought, he would be delighted to preside over their wedding himself.…Meanwhile, in the private dining room next door, Deborah was fussing in front of a mirror. She wore a luxurious silk dress that shimmered under the lights, jewels gleaming at her neck and wrists. Carl stood nearby, tugging nervously at his suit jacket and readjusting his tie for the fifth time."Dad, Mom, relax," Lisa said, smiling reassuringly. "Derek's a nice guy."
At the Winbury family villa, the sharp clatter of fine china shattered the quiet.Tea sloshed from the cup in Deborah Hogan's trembling hand onto the saucer. "What did you just say? Catherine gave her shares—to Ellie?""Five percent!" Lisa hissed, her jaw tight. "Five percent of the Housten Group!"Deborah's eyes bulged. "I thought you said Derek can't stand the sight of her! Why would he let his grandmother hand over a fortune like that?""Of course he can't stand her," Lisa snapped, her voice clipped. "Derek only married Ellie because Catherine forced him to. He's ignored her for four years. Those shares are just compensation.""Compensation?" Deborah huffed, clutching at her chest. "That's one hell of a hefty compensation."Her face twisted with pain, as though it were her family's fortune being handed away."Oh, Lisa, if only you'd returned from abroad a few years earlier. That nobody never would have had her chance. The title of Mrs. Housten would be yours by now—and so wou
Mandy Brigman, the maid standing in the corner, stepped forward immediately."Yes, Madam?""Escort her out," Catherine said, her tone as cold as steel. "And take her... offerings with her."Lisa's face went pale in an instant. "Catherine, there must be some misunderstanding. I only wanted—""Misunderstanding?" A bitter laugh escaped Catherine's lips. "You're the one who destroyed my grandson's marriage. Do you really need me to remind you what you've done?"Mandy moved closer, her face an impassive mask, and held out a hand. "Miss. Now, please."Lisa's fingers clenched tightly around the hem of her coat, knuckles white. After a long moment, she bit her lip hard and turned to leave.The door slammed shut behind her.The expensive fruit basket and supplements were unceremoniously dumped into the hallway trash bin.Just then, Ellie arrived, carrying an insulated food jar.Lisa froze. Being seen in her moment of humiliation was her worst nightmare. Their eyes met across the corri







