Mr. Knight, Your Ex is a Lab Mogul

Jolie graduated from the country's top Academy of Sciences. Within just three years of entering the field, she had already become a core member of several major national research projects. She had led multiple teams, and even won a National Science and Technology Progress Award.

Her mentor always said her mind was sharp and she could see angles no one else could.

Five years ago, she suddenly submitted her resignation. Her mentor tried everything to keep her, but nothing worked.

Because she met Kaden. Back then, he was just a clueless young guy trying to start a company.

He had no connections, no backing, and was hitting walls everywhere. It was Jolie who used her network to help him find opportunities.

Later, when his business finally took off, he started pursuing her.

He once told her he liked a wife who could quietly support him without making a fuss. So Jolie resigned from her high-paying research job and became a full-time homemaker, giving him a life with zero distractions.

For the first three years of their marriage, he treated her well. But in the last two years, everything changed.

More business dinners. More late nights. And more perfume on him that wasn't hers.

Recently, things belonging to other women kept showing up on him—lipsticks, eyebrow pencils, perfume bottles, stockings, even underwear…

The first time she confronted him, he panicked. "I'm sorry, Jolie. I was drunk. But you have to trust me, nothing happened."

He cried. He even got on his knees.

And she softened. She believed him.

Until she caught him with his new secretary, Larry, kissing in the break room, she confronted him again.

His attitude flipped completely, turning into the cold indifference he showed her now.

"It was just a kiss. It's not like we slept together. Jolie, no one's taking your spot as Mrs. Knight. Isn't that enough? Without me, you wouldn't be living this comfortable life anyway."

He truly believed she was just an ordinary woman who depended on him to live well.

He had no idea how much Jolie had done for him in the last five years.

Five years—such a short time. He had already rotted. And she was done.

"Kaden, I helped lift you up. I can just as easily drag you back down."

When Jolie walked out of the study with the divorce papers, Kaden was putting on his coat, ready to leave.

She stepped in front of him. "It's late. You're going out?"

"Something came up with Larry, I'm stopping by."

He paused, as if trying to explain, then quickly decided it wasn't worth the effort.

"You're not gonna get mad again, are you?"

"No. I just need a signature on a document."

"What document?" he asked, reaching for it. Before she could answer, his phone buzzed again. He picked up. "I'm coming. Just wait a little longer, okay? Be good."

While sweet-talking the person on the other end, he grabbed a pen and signed the papers Jolie handed him without even looking.

After hanging up, he snapped impatiently, "Don't spend so much. My money doesn't grow on trees. At least Larry helps me with work. What do you even do?"

The front door slammed shut behind him. Jolie looked down at the signed divorce papers and let out a soft laugh.

"Kaden, you really are ridiculous. As for who can actually help you at work, you'll find out soon enough."