I Dumped My Cheating Husband and Married His Uncle

"Override code accepted," the automated voice echoed through the sterile room.

I stared at the blinking cursor on the Apex Pharmaceuticals main terminal.

"Initiate full server purge," I commanded.

"Warning," the system chimed. "This action will permanently delete all raw data associated with Project Neuro-X. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes."

"Please confirm authorization."

I typed in my master password. My fingers hammered the keys with brutal force.

"Confirm."

My index finger hovered over the enter key. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, casting a harsh, sterile glare across the empty laboratory. I slammed the key down. Thick blue veins bulged against the pale skin on the back of my hand. The tendons strained as I held the button down, anchoring myself to the reality of my choice.

*System purging. 10%... 20%...*

I turned away from the glowing monitor and walked toward the reinforced glass wall. The physical vials of Neuro-X sat inside the stainless steel racks of the cold storage vault. Three years of my life lived inside those tiny glass tubes. Three years of stolen weekends, missed holidays, and endless nights hunched over a microscope. Three years of Julian taking the credit in boardrooms while I worked in the shadows.

"Not anymore," I whispered to the empty room.

I stepped up to the biometric scanner mounted beside the heavy steel door.

"Scan required," the machine demanded.

I pressed my face against the cold plastic visor. A sharp green laser swept across my right eye, mapping my retina.

"Biometric lock engaged," the system announced. "Access restricted to Primary Administrator."

I glanced back at the terminal screen across the room.

*85%... 95%... 100%.*

*Purge complete. All files deleted.*

A heavy breath left my lungs. The stale air rushed out of me, carrying away thirty-six months of quiet obedience. My shoulders slumped, finally releasing the rigid tension I had carried since leaving the restaurant.

It was done. Julian's ultimate bargaining chip was gone.

The pneumatic hiss of the main laboratory doors shattered the silence. I spun around, my white coat whipping around my knees.

Silas stood in the threshold. He wore a long black trench coat. The dark fabric absorbed the harsh laboratory lighting, making him look like a shadow that had detached itself from the wall. He stepped inside, and the glass doors slid shut behind him, sealing us in.

"You work fast," Silas said.

"I don't waste time."

"Did you get everything?"

"The servers are completely empty," I replied, gesturing toward the blank monitors. "The physical samples are locked in the vault. My eyes only."

Silas closed the distance between us. His strides were long, eating up the white tile floor. He stopped right in front of me. The ambient temperature in the room instantly shifted, replaced by his imposing presence.

"You're freezing," he observed.

"The climate control drops ten degrees at midnight."

Silas didn't reply. He shrugged off his heavy trench coat, tossing it over a nearby steel stool. Underneath, he wore his tailored charcoal suit jacket. He stripped the jacket off instantly. Before I could step back, he moved into my personal space. He wrapped the warm wool aggressively around my shoulders.

The heat of his body radiated from the silk lining, sinking right through my thin cotton lab coat.

"Keep it on," he ordered.

I gripped the lapels. The fabric smelled of expensive scotch and the faint trace of his cigar.

"How did you bypass the security desk?" I asked.

"I own the security firm that guards this building."

"Right. I forgot you own half the city."

"More than half," he corrected. "Are the divorce papers filed?"

"My lawyer submitted the digital petition ten minutes ago," I said. "Julian will be served at his office tomorrow morning."

"He won't be at his office tomorrow."

"Why not?"

"Because his access cards have already been deactivated."

I stared at him, my grip tightening on the jacket. "You froze him out of his own company?"

"I froze him out of my company. Julian was merely a placeholder." Silas adjusted his silver cufflinks. "I called an emergency board meeting for eight a.m. I intend to dissolve his division entirely."

"He's going to lose his mind."

"He's going to lose everything," Silas stated flatly. "And you have secured your leverage."

"The patent is safe," I confirmed. "He cannot sell it, and he cannot replicate the formula."

"Good." Silas looked down at my hand. "You took the ring off."

I glanced at my bare left finger. A faint red indentation still marked the skin where the platinum band used to sit.

"I left it on his nightstand," I said. "Right next to the diamond necklace."

"A poetic touch."

"I prefer scorched earth."

Silas's lips twitched upward. A micro-expression. Barely a smile, but it changed the hard, unforgiving lines of his face.

"We have a press conference at noon," Silas said. "We will announce our engagement and the merger of your patent into my primary holdings."

"People will talk," I said. "Leaving the nephew for the uncle."

"Let them talk. Power doesn't apologize."

I pulled his jacket tighter around myself. The residual warmth chased away the last of my shivering.

"What about Nyla?" I asked.

"Her employment was terminated an hour ago."

"Just like that?"

"Security escorted her out of her apartment."

"Her apartment?"

"It was a company lease," Silas explained. "She violated the morality clause in her contract. She has nothing."

"Julian will try to help her."

"With what funds? I froze his personal accounts at eleven-thirty." Silas stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "He is entirely powerless, Harper. Just as I promised."

"He'll fight the divorce."

"Let him try. I have an army of lawyers ready to bury him in litigation until he bankrupts himself paying legal fees."

"He won't go down quietly."

"I don't want him to go down quietly," Silas replied, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "I want him to scream."

I swallowed hard. The sheer ruthlessness of the man standing in front of me was staggering. He was dismantling his own blood relative without a second thought.

"Why do you hate him so much?" I asked.

"I don't hate him," Silas said. "I despise incompetence. Julian was given a golden ticket, and he squandered it on cheap thrills and bad investments."

"And me?"

"You are the most valuable asset he ever possessed, and he left you sitting on a shelf." Silas reached out, his rough thumb brushing lightly against my jaw. "I don't leave my assets unguarded."

I didn't pull away from his touch. The contact sent a strange jolt of electricity straight down my spine.

"Tomorrow," Silas continued, dropping his hand, "you move into my penthouse."

"That fast?"

"We need to present a united front to the board. No cracks. No hesitation."

"I haven't even packed my things from the house."

"Buy new things," he dismissed easily. "My assistant will hand you a black card in the morning. Replace your wardrobe. Replace your life."

"I'm not a doll you can just dress up, Silas."

"I know exactly what you are," he countered. "You're the architect of Neuro-X. You are a weapon. I merely intend to sharpen you."

I opened my mouth to argue, but a sharp noise cut me off.

*Thud. Thud. Thud.*

Heavy, frantic footsteps echoed from the outer hallway. The sound traveled fast over the linoleum flooring, growing louder by the second.

I stiffened, my heart kicking against my ribs. "Someone is out there."

"The night watchman?" Silas asked, not moving an inch.

"No. They don't patrol this sector until dawn."

The footsteps stopped abruptly right outside the lab's reinforced entrance. A fist slammed violently against the thick security glass. The impact rattled the metal frame.

"Harper!"

The muffled, furious roar bled through the soundproofing.

I froze.

"Harper! Open this door!" Julian screamed.