Chapter 1 1 My best friend and my boyfriend were both individuals with Asperger's syndrome—and high-IQ geniuses. I, on the other hand, was just their sidekick. At seven years old, while they were discussing high school physics, I was the one packing their backpacks. At seventeen, they were accepted into Ivy League universities early, while they casually picked a local state college nearby for me. At twenty-five, they graduated with their PhDs and became the "golden duo" of a top-tier research institute. I was just the receptionist there. We shared an apartment, where I managed their diets and daily lives, never once able to break into their high-level conversations. Even my own wedding turned into a backdrop for them to debate an experiment. "Ethan, the ceremony is starting," I said, anxiously pulling his arm to get him to the altar. "What?" "The wedding..." "I wasn't asking you." Ethan didn't even look at me. His eyes were locked onto my best friend, Chloe. "What were those parameters you just mentioned?" Chloe patted my arm, coaxing me in a low voice: "Don't throw a tantrum, Emma. We're in the middle of discussing an experiment. Just stall for a bit." "It's just a wedding. Worst case, we can host another one some other day." The two of them immediately dove back into a sea of data I couldn't understand. Reaching a point of excitement, they completely abandoned me and a room full of guests, hurrying out the door to head back to the lab. On their way out, they even bumped into the champagne tower, sending it crashing to the floor. Leaving me standing there, utterly humiliated. But this time, I didn't clean up their mess like I usually did. Host another one? I didn't need to. I was done being the genius's bride. ... At 2:00 AM, the front door unlocked. The two of them pushed the door open, discussing loudly, completely inconsiderate of the fact that they were waking me up. "See, Ethan? I told you we needed to tweak the parameters my way. It clicked perfectly!" Ethan pinched Chloe's cheek, a little stubborn but clearly amused. "You just got lucky." When they saw me walk out of the bedroom, Ethan casually tossed his jacket onto the floor. "Emma, do the laundry for us. And make us some ramen. Chloe is hungry." He didn't seem to care at all about how today's wedding had ended. "I'm tired." I said it coldly. It was my very first time refusing him. Ethan froze. Chloe bumped his shoulder hard and winked dramatically. "Idiot! Your EQ is so low! Can't you see Emma is throwing a fit?" "You ignored her for our experiment today, and she's mad!" With that, she pinched Ethan's chest and laughed. "There, there! I punished him for you. Don't be mad anymore, bestie!" Ethan hissed in pain and rubbed his temples exhaustedly. "Emma, we're exhausted enough from the lab. Can you just give us a break?" "It was just a wedding. How could that be more important than our research progress? Honestly, nobody cares about that stuff except the bride." "Worst case, we'll just throw a bigger, better one." I couldn't even count how many times this had happened. Two years ago, during our graduation trip, I waited for them at an international airport for seven hours. Ethan eventually called to tell me they lost track of time in the lab. A year ago, at our engagement dinner, Chloe claimed there was an "equipment anomaly" and dragged Ethan away, leaving me to handle the guests alone. Over the last six months, I had made four appointments at City Hall for us to get our marriage license, and he stood me up every single time. Every time, Ethan's excuse was that he couldn't leave the lab. In their world of scientific research, everything related to me was forever insignificant. "What do you mean, 'just a wedding'?" Even my question fell on deaf ears. The two of them were already huddled over a stack of documents, arguing again. Everyone envied me for having such a successful fiancé and best friend. But I truly didn't want to be this invisible, nonexistent shadow anymore. Silently opening my phone, I updated my resume, submitted it online, and bought a one-way ticket to Chicago. 2 Early the next morning, a severe storm rolled in. I hurried downstairs, planning to catch a ride to work in Ethan's car. Even though I was just a receptionist, we did work at the same institute. Ethan started the car while deep in conversation with Chloe, who was sitting in the passenger seat. I frantically tapped on the window, but he didn't notice and drove straight off. "Ethan, wait!" I chased after the car for a few steps, slipped on the slick pavement, and fell hard, scraping my elbow. Ethan still didn't see me. Whenever Chloe was around, he was blind to my existence. I could only hastily wipe away the bloody mud, endure the stinging pain, and run toward the subway station. By the time I reached the institute, I was late. Ethan and Chloe were walking shoulder-to-shoulder when they passed the front desk. Seeing me, the smiles vanished from their faces. Ethan frowned. "Is this how you do your job? Look what time it is." "Why didn't you wait for me this morning?" I asked, forcing down my heartbreak. Before Ethan could reply, Chloe chimed in. "It's not that Ethan didn't want to wait for you, Emma. If you don't do research, you wouldn't understand. Every single second of our experiments is crucial. We really can't waste time waiting." She patted my shoulder, speaking in a low, coaxing tone. Ethan sighed heavily. He looked at me with exasperation, like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "You knew it was storming. Why couldn't you leave the house earlier?" "Ever since we were in school, I've told you to be more disciplined. Why do you never listen?" "I don't expect you to achieve greatness like Chloe, but can't you even do a basic receptionist job properly?" But I clearly remembered all the times Chloe forgot her bag. He was always so patient with her. He would laugh and tease her, calling her a "genius in the lab, but a lovable klutz in life." In that moment, I suddenly felt too tired to even argue. The next second, Ethan abruptly took a step back, turning his head to pretend he didn't know me at all. Someone was approaching. Ethan had told me the institute forbade office romances, so we had to strictly avoid suspicion. The passing colleagues stopped to tease him and Chloe: "Oh, Dr. Brooks, Dr. Bennett! If it isn't the institute's golden duo!" "Did the lovely couple come to work together again today?" I kept my head down numbly. I was used to this. At the institute, Ethan and Chloe were the perfect match. Childhood sweethearts, twin geniuses, dual PhDs, rising stars. Until someone gasped: "Who says Ethan doesn't know how to spoil a girl? Isn't that bag the new season's limited edition? That's so expensive and hard to get!" I stole a quiet glance and froze. Chloe's bag was indeed beautiful. I had mentioned that exact bag to Ethan before. He had gone online and bought me a cheap, unbranded knockoff instead. He told me he was too busy and couldn't tell the difference. But now, the authentic, limited-edition color was slung over Chloe's shoulder. "Hey, you, the receptionist. Can't you see Dr. Bennett and Dr. Brooks are discussing work here?" "Pour them some tea. You have zero situational awareness." I quickly snapped back to reality, suppressing the sour ache in my chest. I nodded apologetically and hurried over to pour the tea. Suddenly, getting overly excited about their conversation, Chloe threw her hands up. The scalding hot tea spilled everywhere. It ran straight down my sleeve and soaked my shirt. The pain made the blood drain from my face. Ethan shoved me aside and carefully grabbed Chloe's hands. "Chloe! Are you okay?!" After making sure Chloe wasn't burned, he frantically checked the data sheets on the table, inspecting them meticulously. Only then did he finally look at me, his voice dark with anger. "You can't even pour a cup of tea properly? Do you have any idea how important her hands are for our experiments?!" "Alright, Ethan, do you care more about me or the experiment?" Chloe feigned annoyance. Then, she finally noticed me clutching my arm, which was now a massive, blistering red patch. She let out a gasp. "Ethan, Emma got burned really badly! Go get the burn ointment, hurry!" Only then did Ethan frown and pull my arm over to inspect it. Seeing no one else around, he blew on it gently and lowered his voice. "Does it hurt? Wait here. I'll go get the medicine." But I waited until the end of my shift, and the burn ointment never came. Because Ethan had turned right around, taken Chloe into the lab, and completely forgotten about a trivial matter like me. 3 Soaked from the storm and suffering a severe burn, I developed a high fever that afternoon. Perhaps seeing that I looked genuinely terrible, Ethan broke his own rules, ended his work early, and drove me home. Tonight, I planned to officially tell him the wedding was off, and that I was leaving. My head was splitting as I lay delirious against the window. Halfway home, Chloe, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly gasped in excitement. "Ethan, change routes! Professor Davis is giving a seminar at MIT tonight! We have to go! It's exactly the direction we're researching!" Ethan's dark eyes instantly lit up. "An opportunity like this is incredibly rare. We can't miss it." "But... Emma isn't feeling well. Shouldn't we take her home first?" Ethan hesitated for a few seconds, checking his watch. "No. The storm is causing massive traffic jams. We won't make it in time." "Emma, get out. Take a cab home yourself. Don't worry, we'll be home to take care of you as soon as it's over." I barely had time to plant my feet on the pavement. The black Audi sped off impatiently into the rain. Burning up with a fever, I nearly passed out on the side of the road. It took me two hours to get home, drenched like a drowned rat. The dishes from the weekend were still piled up in the sink. The two grand scientists' time was far too precious. If I didn't do the chores, no one did. Once, I asked Chloe to help me hang the laundry. Ethan had started a massive screaming match with me over it. Forget it. I'm moving out anyway, I thought. I forced myself to ignore the filthy apartment and collapsed exhaustedly onto the sofa. Coincidentally, the algorithm on my phone recommended the live stream of the exact seminar Ethan and Chloe had gone to attend. It sounded like alien code to me; I couldn't understand a single word. Until the Q&A session. Ethan took Chloe's hand, and they walked up to the microphone together to ask a question. Brilliant and beautiful. The audience erupted into cheers and applause. The host tactfully smiled and asked, "Are you two doctors a couple?" Chloe answered with a hint of pride: "Yes! We've been classmates since kindergarten, and now we even share the same research field." The college students in the crowd playfully cheered: "You guys are so lucky! You must have so much in common to talk about!" Chloe smiled warmly, nodding. "Absolutely! If you're looking for a partner, make sure you find someone walking the exact same path as you!" Ethan, who rarely spoke in public settings, actually chimed in: "I agree with her. Don't weigh yourself down with a burden on your life's path." A burden? I let out a bitter laugh. Because of their neurodivergence, they had severe deficits in self-care. In elementary school, they couldn't tie their shoes. I was the one who crouched down to tie them. In middle school, they couldn't read a map or take the bus. I was the one holding their hands to guide them. Even in college, I went over regularly to clean their dorms, and I nursed them when they were sick. For my boyfriend and my best friend, I had practically forfeited my own life. That day, the institute's "golden duo" went viral on social media. From kindergarten to their PhDs, Ethan and Chloe's intertwined history was laid bare for the world to see. Their names were always listed side-by-side on honor rolls. They always stood shoulder-to-shoulder during speeches. They tied for top valedictorian in the state, scoring the exact same points in every subject. Even in their academic papers, they constantly referenced and debated each other. They had become the literal definition of soulmates. No one noticed that in the corner of every single group photo, there was a tiny, blurry me. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to stop scrolling. Ethan and Chloe, who promised to come home early to take care of me, didn't return all night. The next morning, I drafted my resignation letter and arrived at the institute right on time. I immediately noticed the atmosphere around me was bizarre. "She's not even that pretty for a receptionist, yet she's delusional enough to think she can be a homewrecker." "She's so manipulative. Yesterday, she followed Dr. Brooks to the parking lot and forced her way into his car." "But guess what? I saw her get kicked out halfway down the street! Karma!" I checked the company group chats and realized someone had recorded a video of me trying to catch a ride with Ethan the day before. In the video, his expression was ice-cold, all his attention focused entirely on Chloe. It really did make me look like a desperate homewrecker throwing herself at him. Just as I was about to publicly clarify our relationship, Ethan beat me to it, sending a message to the entire group chat. "Emma is just our roommate, and she is Chloe's best friend." The moment he sent that, the looks of absolute disgust directed at me only multiplied. "Have you no shame? Trying to steal your own best friend's man?" My whole body went cold. I couldn't help but march up to Ethan and confront him: "Why didn't you tell them I'm your girlfriend of several years?! What do you mean 'just a roommate'?!" Ethan closed his eyes, his voice frigid. "What did you want me to say? Everyone here already assumes Chloe and I are together!" "If I deny it, what will they think of Chloe? Do you have any idea how many vicious rumors would start?" "From now on, we need to keep our distance and avoid suspicion." "Once we host the makeup wedding and invite the colleagues, the truth will naturally come out." So he did understand the destructive power of rumors. So he wasn't entirely oblivious to the world outside of his research. He was perfectly capable of being considerate of others' feelings—it was just that the person he considered had never been me. It didn't matter anymore. Because there was never going to be a second wedding. 4 My final shift at the institute was an evening shift. Just before it was time to clock out, the blaring sound of the building's fire alarm shattered the silence. Followed immediately by thick, choking smoke. Fire! The blaze was spreading incredibly fast from the second-floor laboratories. Within seconds, the dense smoke made it impossible to see or breathe. Flames rapidly swallowed the first floor, searing my arm. I don't know how much time passed, but I saw someone charge through the smoke holding a fire extinguisher. It was Ethan. "Ethan, I'm here..." Overwhelming pain and primal terror consumed me. Using the very last ounce of my strength, I grabbed the hem of his jacket, like a drowning woman clutching a piece of driftwood. But he didn't even look down. "Chloe! Where are you?!" In the final seconds before I lost consciousness... I heard him screaming Chloe's name with a raw, desperate hoarseness. ... I woke up in the hospital. The burn wounds on my neck and arms throbbed with a searing, agonizing pain. Every slight movement pulled at my nerves. "It hurts..." Seeing Ethan standing by my bed, my chest felt like it was being crushed by a giant fist. The helplessness of being abandoned yet again, the agony of nearly burning to death... my tears began to fall uncontrollably. "Why didn't you see me again?" I heard my own voice, ragged and raspy, carrying a pathetic sliver of desperate attachment. But I didn't get an answer. What I got was Ethan, his eyes bloodshot with rage, violently smashing a glass cup against the wall near my head. "What the hell are you crying for?!" "Because of your negligence, Chloe got hurt! Our experimental data is gone! The life's work of our entire team is reduced to ashes!" I flinched violently from the pain, my ears ringing from the crash. But Ethan had already lost all reason. He screamed at me: "Why can't you ever do anything right?! You're completely useless! You can't even be a receptionist properly!" "Why do you always have to be such a burden?!" "Why didn't you do your final security patrol last night?!" "The fire started in Lab 02 on the second floor. That's a restricted area. It wasn't my assigned zone. Someone inside the lab mishandled the equipment and caused—" Facing the condemning glares of my colleagues who had gathered in the room, I fought through the agony to explain. But my words only enraged Ethan further. Completely ignoring how weak I was after barely surviving a fire, he grabbed me by the collar of my hospital gown. "What are you saying?! Are you trying to frame Chloe?!" "Look at her! She's your best friend!" "Because of your screw-up, she got hurt, she lost her data, and now you have the nerve to slander her? Do you have no conscience?!" Chloe stood behind him, head bowed, tears streaming down her face. She didn't say a word. I heard the other colleagues whispering loudly: "Exactly, what does this have to do with Dr. Bennett? Emma is so quick to pass the buck. Nighttime security checks were literally her only job." "I am not framing anyone." "Ethan, you will see the evidence." I wiped my tears away, forcing myself to remain calm. "The investigation team will provide a full report on the exact cause of the fire." "Nurse, I would like these people to leave my room." I used all my remaining strength to say it. In that moment, the heart that had hurt for so long finally, completely flatlined. All the memories, all the bonds the three of us once shared. It felt as if they had all burned to ash in that fire. Seven days later, I was discharged. This time, the apartment was an absolute disaster zone. There was barely a place to step. I quickly packed my luggage and boarded a flight to Chicago. Just as I settled into my new place, I received a message from the investigation team. "Ms. Emma, here is a portion of the security footage and the official fire cause report." Watching the footage, I froze, my pupils contracting slightly. Chloe, Ethan... I think you're going to have to say goodbye to the institute.
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