My Scumbag Boyfriend Stole My Code for His Mistress, So I Sent Them to Their Doom

I had been the sole disciple of a renowned mentor in the industry.

In my past life, my boyfriend had spiked my drink with a heavy dose of sleeping pills.

As I fell into a deep, unbreakable sleep, he stole the code I had poured my soul into through endless, sleepless nights.

Then, he handed it over to the company’s star beauty, Belle Maximus, the “genius” programmer.

At the team meeting, my colleagues exchanged puzzled looks as they compared our identical code, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

Belle let out a heavy sigh, her voice dripping with disdain. “It’s truly disappointing when a little girl resorts to stealing my work.”

The scandal swept through the internet, igniting a storm of outrage. Devoted fans of the so-called genius programmer began digging into my personal life. They vowed to take matters into their own hands.

I had to abandon my work, constantly on the move, to evade their relentless pursuit. Yet, despite my efforts, I couldn’t escape. Eventually, they caught up to me, mercilessly stabbing me and casting my body into the depths of a dark alley.

By some stroke of reincarnation, I found myself back two days before finishing the code.

Gazing at the milk my boyfriend offered, I let a chilling smirk play across my face.

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I pretended to doze with my eyes closed, yet my ears were finely tuned to the noises spilling from the room nearby.

My fists tightened, joints cracking in response.

The mingled voices of men and women moaning from the next room seeped into the silence.

"Did you mix the sleeping pills into her milk?"

"Of course. She didn’t even question it, just drank it down like a naïve little lamb. By now, she’s probably out like a rock. Now, give me a kiss, baby."

"Perfect… This code she wrote… No one else in the company has her skills."

"Still, she’s nothing compared to you. She makes chump change, barely enough to keep me in cigarettes. Useless!"

My boyfriend, Ajax Augustus, was the man betraying me in the next room.

In my past life, I was hopelessly devoted to him. He didn’t work, didn’t bother with chores, and spent his days idling away on games and drinking.

Meanwhile, I worked grueling overtime for weeks, barely snatching three or four hours of sleep each night to complete my code. And yet, each morning, I’d still rise to cook and clean for him.

Despite all my efforts to be good to him, he always seemed discontent.

Little did I know, he had already been involved with Belle, the company’s famed genius programmer.

Not only did he steal my code, but he also exposed my address, setting the stage for my death at the hands of his fanatical supporters.

Now, with the gift of a second chance, I immediately replaced the code on my computer when I returned. I played along, pretending to sip the milk he’d handed me.

The code I’d poured countless sleepless hours into was now securely saved on my USB drive. I will slip into an internet cafe tomorrow to make a few final adjustments. By next Monday, it will be primed for submission.

As for Belle?

Let her flaunt her “genius” with a code full of nonsense.

I could barely contain my anticipation, picturing her falling flat in that meeting.

Three days later, the boss heard that Belle had supposedly finished the code, and he couldn’t contain his pride.

In front of the new employees, he sang her praises. “Look at her, a true genius in programming! It’s no wonder our company spent so much to bring her in. She’s brilliant!”

“And what are all of you? Just a pack of freeloaders!”

“None of you match her skills, let alone her looks!”

I hid a smirk. Go on, shower her with praise. The harder they raise her, the further she’ll fall.

During the team meeting, Belle arrived a full half-hour late. Strangely, the boss, usually quick-tempered, seemed unusually calm, lowering his head in a gesture of politeness.

Belle glanced around at our faces, a sneer tugging at the corner of her lips. "What’s the matter with you, newbies? Can't even handle basic code, and now you need me to step in?"

With deliberate slowness, she opened a file.

The moment I saw the contents, my heart sank.

How could this be?

The file she opened wasn’t the one Ajax had stolen. It was the version I had painstakingly modified at the internet cafe.

For a brief moment, everything around me seemed to whirl in confusion.

I’d thought no one had seen me make those changes, but now, the identical code glaring back at me proved she had stolen my work.

As soon as Belle ran the code, the room erupted into applause.

"Of course, she's a beautiful genius! So impressive!"

"Wow, I had no idea it could be done like this. The mind of a genius is truly something!"

The honor that should’ve been mine slipped through my fingers, now held firmly in someone else’s hands. Everyone was genuinely in awe, except for me. My heart felt as though it had shattered into pieces.

With a triumphant smile, Belle pointed directly at me. "You! I hear you also wrote this code. Show everyone, and let them decide!"

I gritted my teeth.

I had done the same in my previous life, taking out my code to challenge her.

But when one side was a beautiful genius renowned for writing brilliant codes, and the other was a nameless programmer, who would they believe?

The tide of public opinion turned against me instantly, accusations of plagiarism swirling in the air.

Now that fate had given me another chance, I couldn’t afford to gamble.

All eyes were on me, their whispers like a storm in the background.

"Her? How could a newcomer possibly be this skilled?"

"She’s just bluffing. I can’t believe Belle is even giving her the time of day. If I were her, I’d hide in a hole."

"She’s got nothing. Let’s see how she digs herself out of this one!"

A thousand daggers seemed to stab into my chest. I fought to keep my smile in place.

"No, you’re amazing."

The sneers and whispers surrounding me were impossible to ignore.

"Strong woman!"