Until the academy held its annual commendation ceremony.
Veronica and I were invited onstage as the “Model Researcher Couple.” Everyone praised us as a perfect match made in heaven.
Suddenly, a young woman rushed onto the stage and slapped Veronica across the face.
“Veronica! You two-faced bitch! If you don’t love Yohan, why give her hope?”
All eyes in the room turned toward us.
It seemed the woman was a fanatical admirer of Yohan.
She let out a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with contempt.
“Remember that lab fire? He burned half his leg trying to save you and he still has the scar!”
Yohan rolled up his pant leg, revealing the startling scar.
Veronica, standing beside him, gasped for breath.
“That award-winning project of yours? He kept it from you, working tirelessly for a month before submitting the final version.”
“That so-called academic title? He begged and groveled countless times to secure it for you.”
“Veronica, your achievements today are not due to you and your husband, it’s down to Yohan!”
The room erupted in shock.
I broke the silence, speaking calmly, “But all he did was act on his own delusions. Veronica never asked him to do any of this.”