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After My Fiancé Stole My Research, I Exposed His Lies Novel Cover

After My Fiancé Stole My Research, I Exposed His Lies

My fiancé swiped my conference invitation so his sidekick could shine at the international academic meeting. When I confronted him, he couldn't have cared less. “You’ve already been to a ton of conferences,” Leo said, waving it off. “Why not let Octavia have a go this time?” On the spot, I announced I was leaving the research team and applied to a research institute overseas. He was startled and tried to stop me. “Your research is on the brink of a breakthrough! Walking away now would be such a waste!” Octavia couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. “This high-temperature nanomaterials project is crucial,” she chimed in. “You’re being so irresponsible!” I just stared them down, watching their little performance. They had no clue my research was already complete and patented.
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My fiancé swiped my conference invitation so his sidekick could shine at the international academic meeting. When I confronted him, he couldn't have cared less.

“You’ve already been to a ton of conferences,” Leo said, waving it off. “Why not let Octavia have a go this time?”

On the spot, I announced I was leaving the research team and applied to a research institute overseas. He was startled and tried to stop me. “Your research is on the brink of a breakthrough! Walking away now would be such a waste!”

Octavia couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. “This high-temperature nanomaterials project is crucial,” she chimed in. “You’re being so irresponsible!”

I just stared them down, watching their little performance. They had no clue my research was already complete and patented. My bag was stuffed with invitations from foreign institutes. But I was no longer interested in sticking around. I was curious to see how they’d fend for themselves without leeching off my work.

“Octavia is young, which doesn’t mean she’s not capable. You can’t act out of jealousy...” Leo tried to rationalize.

Jealousy? I echoed in my mind, hinting at sarcasm while remaining composed. His eyes flickered with uncertainty. “You’ve attended so many conferences. Let Octavia have this one. She needs a chance to grow.”

Before I could reply, Octavia stepped forward, feigning guilt and regret. “Sophia, I know you’ve put so much effort into this project, more than I have... I just hope for a chance…”

“How exactly did you get the core data for the paper? Want me to say it out loud?” I asked.

The room plunged into silence. Octavia’s face blanched, and Leo quickly stepped forward to shield her. “Are you still upset about not being the lead author back then?”

“If you want to stay in the team, you’ll have to apologize to Octavia, or else—”

“Or else?” I interrupted with a bitter smile.

He sighed, griping my wrist with a softer tone, “Hey, we’re getting married next month. Just do Octavia this favor. You can focus on the wedding without stressing over these trivial things, alright?”

I was taken aback. I never thought he’d use our wedding as leverage. For a moment, I was at a loss for words, crushed by disappointment.

Our colleagues whispered, treating this like juicy gossip. I looked at Leo and Octavia—one with faux innocence, the other with fake dignity. The mocking stares felt like daggers closing in from all sides.

Taking a deep breath, I said calmly, “In that case, I’m done.”

“What do you mean? Done with what?” he asked, panic flickering in his eyes as he grabbed my hand.

I shook off his hand and said with clarity, “I’m leaving the research team.”

“And no need for the wedding either. We’re over.”

He froze, his brows knitting into anger, then morphing into a cold sneer. “Over such a trivial issue, how long are you going to keep this up?”

Octavia couldn’t hold back anymore. “Sophia, the high-temperature nanomaterials project is vital. You can’t be this reckless!”

A colleague murmured nearby, “What’s the worry? We’ve got Octavia now. If she doesn’t want to stay, let her go.”

“Exactly, does she really think she can’t be replaced?”

I walked straight to HR and signed the resignation forms, feeling liberated.

---

Not long after, the news reported Octavia’s participation at the international academic meeting. Facing the camera, she spoke with confidence. “This project was incredibly tough but hugely rewarding for my growth.”

“Initially, I had guidance from senior colleagues, but the final results are proof of my hard work.”

With a few understated remarks, she claimed the glory, suggesting she’d “overcome” resistance from “senior colleagues.” Social media reactions were swift.

“Look at her achieving so much at 20! My mom asked why I was watching on my knees!”

“Octavia is a rising star!”

“Some folks just refuse to give up their spots when they age and want to steal younger folks’ achievements. What a disgrace!”

I became the “senior colleague hindering juniors” in the sea of sarcastic comments, while Octavia was hailed as a promising young scientist. Watching these comments, I could only smirk.

Octavia never met the research group’s standards. Leo brought her in, claiming she was a distant relative. I had no reason to doubt him back then; he had been my partner for five years.

We’d met at a symposium, working in different labs but in similar fields. His passion and sincerity drew me in, as if in his eyes, I was not just a colleague but someone he relied on and fought alongside. Countless late nights in the lab, endless dreams sustained my resolve to walk his path.

Then, six months ago, Octavia showed up. Whenever she had a problem, Leo was the first to appear. I often spotted her leaving Leo’s lab early in the morning. When I confronted him, he brushed it off casually. “Octavia’s just asking for guidance,” he’d say.

But soon it was clear that this “guidance” was just him handing over my work repeatedly. Let them keep dreaming. They didn’t know the core achievements were finished long ago, with all vital data and patents in my hands. I’d let them figure out how to carry on without draining me anymore.

I packed up and prepared to leave the institute. At the door, I ran into Leo and Octavia.

“Sophia Medina, given your age, where else could you possibly get a job now?” Octavia asked, lifting her chin.

“Yeah, I’m the project leader now and might need an assistant. If you want, Sophia, I might keep a spot open for you.”

I looked at them, smiling slightly, “MIT’s Suolvey Molecular Engineering Lab.”

Their smiles froze for a moment, and then Leo scoffed. “Clinging to pride, are we? Bluffing to outsiders? With your credentials, how could you even dream of a place like that?”

“Right, it might fool those who don't know better.”

Leo glared at me coldly, “You’ll regret leaving. Once the project succeeds, our names will be etched in the history of material science. And you? You’ll just be a senior colleague eaten up by jealousy.”

“For the last time, I’m giving you a chance. If you apologize now, I might consider letting you back on the team. You did lay some groundwork, after all.”

The rage I once felt for the man I trusted most had long faded. Now, as he stood before me, threatening with that tone and stance, I felt nothing.

“Stop fooling yourself, Leo,” I said quietly. “The regret won’t be mine.”

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