On our third wedding anniversary, the chip I'd spent two years researching at my own expense was almost ready. Then my wife's scheming assistant suddenly accused me of stealing his proposal. My wife didn't bother to find out the truth. She believed the assistant's one-sided story and demanded I hand over the proposal I'd supposedly stolen. She even said I had a personality disorder and liked stealing things, and ordered me to apologize to him. No matter how I explained myself, nobody believed me. My colleagues and my wife all took the assistant's side and blamed me. In fact, I'd realized long ago that the assistant was a mole sent by a rival company. I told my wife, but she didn't believe me. She said I was just jealous and handed all my other projects to the assistant. Later, the assistant deliberately sabotaged the core chip project, driving my wife's company into bankruptcy and burying it in debt. The two of them fled overseas and lived it up for the rest of their lives. Because of the theft accusation, no company would hire me, and I died in despair. I lived another life and returned to the day I was falsely accused of stealing. This time, I filed for a patent first and waited for my wife to go bankrupt. Thanks to my chip patent, I successfully received an offer from a renowned overseas tech company.
