Chapter 1

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I came home early from my academic fellowship abroad.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I didn't find a welcoming surprise. Instead, I saw my professor husband, Julian Vance, conducting a "hands-on anatomy lesson" with his favorite female graduate student.

"Mrs. Vance, please don't get the wrong idea,"

The girl, wrapped only in our bedsheets, stammered, "Professor Vance was just... helping me with my thesis data. He was personally guiding me..."

"Oh? Since when does the Department of Life Sciences require professors to get naked on their wedding beds to guide research?"

Suddenly, the girl clutched her stomach and dry-heaved.

Julian immediately shielded her behind his back. "She's pregnant!" he snapped. "Don't you dare stress her!"

What a familiar scene.

Three years ago, when I miscarried our child, Julian was busy "guiding students" in his lab.

He didn't even pick up my calls.

Now, he was gently cradling another woman’s pregnant belly, glaring at me with pure hatred.

"Clara," he pointed toward the door, "get out. Don't disrupt our research."

Fine.

I turned around, pulled out my phone, and called the Chancellor.

"I’d like to report Professor Julian Vance from the Department of Life Sciences for severe academic and professional misconduct."

"Proof?" I looked back at the panicked couple on my bed.

"He's currently in my bedroom, performing a live demonstration. Would you like a FaceTime link?"