All Chapters of His Death Is Not My Fault: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next day, I visited the lab where the memory chip had been developed.Its history struck me as deeply ironic. The lead researcher, Kier Long, had once been a struggling student from a working-class background. Alan had rejected his application for sponsorship. At the time, our company had only just found its footing, and we could sponsor only a limited number of students.Alan had chosen to sponsor Sophia instead, claiming he saw my younger self in her. He had claimed he could not turn his back on that.I could not bring myself to let Kier's brilliance wither because of the circumstances of his birth, so I funded a research lab out of my own pocket and gave him a chance to build something of his own.After that incident with Alan, Kier devoted himself to his work with relentless focus. Within a month, he created the memory chip. Meanwhile, Sophia spent that same month trying to get into Alan's pants."Ms. DeLisle, the chip will cease to function in less than forty-eight hours.

Alan did not return home that night.When the lawyer sent the revised agreement I had requested the other day, he asked whether I wanted to sue everyone slandering me online."Yes, but not yet. Let's gather all the evidence and act in a single, concentrated effort."He then asked about Sophia's baby. "The child will be born out of wedlock, yes, but the law still allows them to inherit from their parents. Do you want to take action on that?""No," I said.That child might as well never have existed. How could it? Alan had been infertile for seven years.…Alan's counterattack came later than I expected. More than six hours after the video and its memes had gone viral, he abruptly called a press conference and summoned me to attend.Under a barrage of flashing cameras and watchful eyes, he pulled Sophia into his arms and announced that we had been discussing divorce for the past six months.He claimed he had wanted to keep his private life out of the public eye, but after I trie

Just as I had predicted, the memory chip became the talk of the city. With Alan's recovery now a success story, countless trauma victims and their families clamored for the chip, hoping it would be their path to salvation.Kier had labored in obscurity for years, yet overnight, his genius drew the recognition it deserved. His research lab was inundated with calls from everyone, including top international medical institutions.Thanks to the incident, I returned to Nebula.Alan had tried to oust me with a supposed scandal—now I returned the favor. He was ordered to take a forced leave.At first, some board members voiced objections. Once they saw the staggering profits the memory chip generated, their complaints vanished.…Three days later, Alan awoke from his coma a changed man. The self-assured, confident director of a billion-dollar empire was gone. All that remained was confusion, anxiety, and self-loathing.Kier explained it might be the effect of two diverging histories fo

Sophia had miscarried.Ida faced charges of assault and battery, and Ethan paid a hefty sum to secure her bail.Then, without even visiting Alan in the hospital, they left the country at once. By then, they had already succeeded in conceiving another child through IVF. This new son would replace Alan.They had once believed they could secure Nebula shares for this child. Now, however, their resentment toward Alan ran so deep that they chose abandonment and disownment over any further effort.Sophia barely had time to grieve her lost child. The college moved quickly to terminate her employment.The tabloid reporter she had hired had published a damaging, scandalous article about her, forcing the college to cut its losses.The supervisor ended up in jail. His wife stormed into Sophia's hospital ward and assaulted her in retaliation.…I submitted all the evidence I had gathered to the court and demanded the return of my rightful share of the funds and assets in our joint account.

Alan's death had sent ripples through the city. Some mourned him. Others could not resist flaying a man long dead.With all his shares transferred to me, I became CEO and director of Nebula Inc. Every remaining asset and inheritance sparked intense intrigue.Ida and Ethan may have abandoned the pursuit, but Alan's other relatives had not. They demanded cuts for offshore accounts, real estate ventures, and so-called foundations—a sum that quickly reached astronomical proportions.Their reasoning was laughable. I was apparently not entitled to keep the fortune, regardless of my appetite. It seemed no one could.I offered them no personal response. Instead, I hired top-tier lawyers and won case after case. By year's end, every ounce of Alan's wealth had passed into my hands.The memory chip finally launched after extensive refinement. Unlike Alan's prototype, the new version was streamlined and could last up to 20 years. Users who had recovered from their trauma could even deactivate