"I'm not only alive. I'm living well."I glared at Austin.For six years, I had imagined him waiting for me, flowers in hand, our daughter by his side, welcoming me home.But reality was crueler than any nightmare.I had spent those six years in the lab. My face had aged under the radiation and drugs. He, on the other hand, had hardly changed at all. He still looked as handsome as when we first married. Only now, those once-warm eyes were cold and unrecognizable.The man before me was no longer the Austin who had loved me.Before our marriage, the research institute had courted me repeatedly, but back then, Austin's startup had failed, and he'd fallen to rock bottom. I stayed by his side, rejecting opportunity after opportunity. Later, the institute secretly funded him to ease my worries, and when his company thrived, we married.But his success had never been his own. With a flimsy company full of holes, how could he have drawn so much investment? All of it had come from the
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