All Chapters of I Helped My Husband Chase His Old Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aaron returned at 6:00 am the next day, but he didn't return alone. Another young woman trailed behind him in a white trench coat, a suitcase at her side that hadn't been checked in.She was Nancy Greene, Aaron's lab partner back in college—and also the person whom he could never work up the courage to confess to.Nancy placed a container of warm chicken soup on the bedside table, her eyes looking a little swollen."I'd already hopped onto the shuttle bus, but Aaron insisted that I get off," she said. "I heard about what happened to your parents… and I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry, Carmen."I glanced at Aaron. He held on to Nancy's suitcase, his shoulders still damp with morning dew, and yet an irrepressible sense of relief showed in his eyes.So, convincing Nancy to stay really made him that happy."It's got nothing to do with you," I said, taking the soup container from the table. "Since you're back, you don't have to go through the trouble of leaving again. Don'

There were eight people in the Innovation Center's conference room, consisting of college administrators, the competition's organizing committee, and the legal team.The projection screen clearly displayed the transmission time, device ID, and login logs.Professor Ewing tapped against the tabletop. He said, "The leaked files contained not just the competition model, but also confidential data from three investment firms. The recipient's lab happened to serve as the technical advisor for another team in this competition, and they've already downloaded the files."If we end up getting sued because of this, a simple letter of apology won't cut it."Professor Sanford also called me. She asked me simply, "Did you do it?""No.""Then make it clear. The project team can only hold your spot open until tonight."After I hung up, I went to the restroom to splash cold water on my face. But as I reached the stairwell corner, I heard Nancy crying."I really didn't mean to. I just wanted to

The faculty handled the matter swiftly. Nancy was disqualified from the entrepreneurship competition, and the exchange program was suspended.As for whether or not this constituted an intentional leak of confidential information, the email correspondence was still under investigation.Aaron was removed as the project lead for giving false testimony, and the entire team had to bring in a replacement on very short notice.The day the news broke, I was at the hospital, processing my discharge. Professor Sanford had arranged transport to bring me from the hospital, and one of the staff helped me bring my suitcase downstairs.Just as I stepped into the lobby, I saw Aaron sitting on the waiting bench in the hallway, looking as though he hadn't slept all night. He already had stubble showing on his face. He immediately got up the moment he saw me."I'll give you a ride.""No, thank you.""It's hard for you to get around with your leg like that.""I have transport.""Carmen," he s

The wind in Wingdor was big and fierce.During my first month with the project team, I still couldn't stand for long, so I spent my days organizing image files on my laptop in my lap.One of my seniors, Dylan Walker, saw me on crutches and came over to annoy me."Looking at your condition, you're going to crumble even before the walls do when you restore the murals later."I smacked him in the head with my file folder. "Get lost."He doubled over with laughter instead and said, "Seems like you're fine if you can curse at me like that. I guess you're not dying yet."Life gradually became busier for me. Nobody asked me about Aaron, and nobody bothered where I'd suddenly popped up from like a wild daisy, but that was just as well.Three months later, the results for the investigation into Mom and Dad's accident finally came out. There was no direct evidence showing that Martin had bribed the driver to stage the "accident", but the charges against him for funneling money through s

Five years later, I became the resident lead for the mural restoration project.I converted the studio Dad left behind into a Digital Cultural Heritage Conservation Laboratory. Many media outlets and reporters arrived on the day of the grand opening.Someone asked me, "Ms. Mosley! Can you please explain why you've persisted in working with digital heritage and digital legacy?"I paused for a moment. Then, I smiled and answered, "Because human memory is fallible, and machines can be wrong. Hence why accurate evidence matters most."At the end of the grand opening session, my assistant, Kelsey Conway, ran over to me with an iPad."Ms. Mosley! There's some old data that requires your authorization for deletion. It's from a personal account synced to the system from five years ago."I opened the file and saw a familiar name—Aaron Dawson.Over the past few years, I had occasionally heard news about him here and there.He never started another business after what happened the last ti