Chapter <b><i>52 </i></b>
ra’s POV:
Over the years, I yed invisible to my father and his family. I still married Jason, but our marriage was filled with bitterness and anguish. He became f that his father still wanted him to marry me instead of Sophie. It didn’t matter that I was an academic genius studying pharmaceuticals at one of Glordata’s top universities, all he knew was that he loved Sophie. One our wedding night, instead being in marital blist<b>, </b>he spent it with her.
“Look, Sophie’s stomach isn’t feeling well<i>. </i><i>I’m </i>going to go check on <i>her</i>. <i>I’ll </i>be back before morning.”
I remember crying and begging him not to leave only for him to use me of being cruel and clingy. Over the years, it became obvious that they <i>we’re </i>having an affait,ter I would learn it had been going on since we were all 16. Still, I yed the dutiful wife, never wavering, never faltering. By the time I was 28, I had be one of the country’s top biochemists and pharmacists at IGP, by 29, 1 was dead. At the hands of my husband who was now the president at JGP, I was pushed down the stairs after he and my father learned I was able to breakthrough my mother’s research on finding a core for cancer. Before her death, my mother began extensive research and trials on a cure for cancer that caused no severe side effects. Throughout the years, no other scientists had been able to crack her code, until me that is.
I’d spent years detailing her research, looking for possible forms and equations when finally, I hit a breakthrough. At the time, I had been working for JGP, I informed my father about my discovery but instead of him being proud, his mind immediately filled with disdain and then greed. He and my so called husband wanted to market the medicine only to the rich and keep it secret from the public. I wasn’t about to allow that, my mother worked too hard for that research all the way up until her death. In my previous life, I reached out to Ethan Taylor. He had one of the world’srgest pharmaceuticalpanies as well as biochemical facilities. I’d admired him for years, he offered to work with me several years before my death<b>, </b>but due to my blind and dumb devotion to my father and husband, I’d declined. Now, fate has given me second chance to correct my foolish mistakes and bring my mother’s dream to life. Smiling at the school receptionist I nodded and moved forward with my application.
In my previous life, due to my genius, Lexington offered me an early admissions eptance. However, in an attempt not to piss my dad, sister, and fiancé aff by “showing off“, I declined. Later, I went to Lexington after graduating Bartrum hoping that would help me get closer to my father and fiance. It didn’t work, instead, I fell into the shadows of my <b>less </b>than exceptional and academically challenged sister. Years of my father and husband praising Sophie for medicinal treatments already being performed in other countries while stealing the credit for all of my work. But not this time, this time I would be smart. I’ll do two years at Lexington so that I can use theirbs and after that, I’ll be moving to Springsten to attend Osha Bio–Pharmacy school of technology. There, I’ll finally get to partner with Ethan.
The receptionist smiled brightly at me. Everyone in Bartum knew how hard I had been working and how much I excelled.
“Excellent Ms. <i>Granger</i><i>! </i><i>With </i><i>your </i><i>grades </i>and <i>test </i><i>scores</i>, <i>I </i><i>just </i>know <i>you’ll </i><i>get </i><i>in</i><i>! </i><i>Would </i><i>you </i>like me to send <i>a </i>letter <i>to </i><i>your </i><i>parents</i><i>?</i>” <fna1de> Newest update provided by fινdnοvel</fna1de>
I immediately panicked, I couldn’t have them find out and try to ruin my chances in an attempt to not hurt Sophie’s precious feelings.
“<i>Actually</i><i>, </i><i>I </i>would like to <i>tell </i><i>them </i><i>once </i><i>I’m </i><i>epted</i>. It’s my <i>father’s </i>alma <i>mater </i><i>so </i><i>I </i><i>would </i>like to be <i>the </i>one <i>to </i><i>share </i><i>that </i>news. <i>If </i><i>you </i><i>could</i><i>, </i><i>please </i>keep this off <i>the </i><i>school </i><iwork</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
The receptionist smiled brightly, praising me for being such a great daughter and how proud my father will be. She winked her eyes and assured me this would remain between us.
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