On our third wedding anniversary, the chip I'd spent two years painstakingly developing was nearly complete when my husband's scheming assistant accused me of stealing her proposal. Without asking a single question, my husband slapped me ten times and demanded that I hand it over.
I found a coworker to testify on my behalf, but my husband publicly claimed I had a character flaw and was a thief, then ordered me to apologize to his assistant. I told him she was a spy sent by a rival company. He accused me of being jealous on purpose and handed all my important projects to the female assistant instead.
My coworkers all condemned me as a plagiarizing piece of trash. That very day, I was blacklisted across the entire industry. As the rumors drove me to the brink of a breakdown, I died in a car accident.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the female assistant accused me. This time, I filed for the patent first and waited for my husband to go bankrupt. With the chip patent, I would land an offer from a renowned technology company overseas.
