He Exiled Me for Five Years to Make Room for His Mistress Chapter 06

He Exiled Me for Five Years to Make Room for His Mistress Chapter 06

I began looking into Emily’s past.

On paper, her résumé was dazzling. She had graduated from a prestigious university, studied overseas, and joined Shaw Group immediately after returning home.

But it was too perfect.

I found the alumni records for the overseas university she claimed to have attended. From 2015 to 2020, there wasn’t a single student named Emily Lane.

Then I looked into the projects she had supposedly led.

For the first project, the core algorithm was mine. She had simply replaced my name with hers.

For the second project, the experimental data had been produced by the Nevada team after three brutal months of work. All she had done was show up to accept the award.

For the third project, my name had originally been listed as the inventor on the patent application. Later, it had been crossed out and replaced with hers.

I organized the evidence and contacted several coworkers whose work she had stolen too.

The other end of the line was always silent.

“Ms. Harper, let it go. Her husband is Ethan Shaw.”

“We still have to survive in this industry. We can’t afford to offend her.”

“You can’t beat them.”

I hung up and stared at the stack of papers on my desk.

I had evidence, but nowhere to go with it.

Three days later, I suddenly received a package.

There was no sender information.

I opened it and found a paternity test report inside.

The report had been issued by State University Medical Center and dated five years earlier.

The report identified the tested parties as Ethan Shaw, the alleged father, and Emily Lane’s son, the child.

Its conclusion stated that the probability of paternity was 0.00%, excluding Ethan Shaw as the biological father.

I froze.

The child who had forced Ethan to choose five years ago had never been his.

With trembling hands, I flipped to the last page. The report was signed by Dr. Robert King.

I recognized the name. He was the retired director of genetics at State University Medical Center.

Through old connections, I found his address.

When he opened the door, I got straight to the point. The moment he saw me, his eyes shifted away.

“Ms. Harper, I can’t help you.”

He tried to close the door.

I wedged my foot in the gap.

“Dr. King, I only want the truth.”

He sighed and let me inside.

I sat on the couch while he went to pour me a glass of water.

His hands were shaking the entire time.

“Dr. King, someone came to you and asked you to falsify a paternity test, didn’t they?”

He held the glass and wouldn’t look at me.

“Yes.”

“The report I have is the real one, isn’t it?”

He fell silent.

I set the glass down.

“Five years ago, someone brought you a fake report, asked you to put your official signature on it, and paid you a large sum of money. Is that right?”

He closed his eyes and nodded.

“Who was it?”

“It was Emily Lane’s mother.”

His voice was very low.

“She said her daughter had been taken advantage of. She said the baby wasn’t a Shaw, but the Shaw family was pressuring her to terminate the pregnancy. She claimed she only wanted to protect the child, and this was the only way.”

“So you helped her?”

“I…”

He covered his face.

“My wife was sick. We desperately needed the money.”

I took out my phone and pressed record.

“Dr. King, please repeat what you just said.”

He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes red.

“Ms. Harper, I owe you an apology.”

He spoke slowly.

“I took fifty thousand dollars from Emily’s mother and falsified that paternity report for her. She told me it was only so the Shaw family would accept the child and that no one would get hurt.”

“No one would get hurt?”

I repeated the words and found them almost unbearably ironic.

“I know what I did was wrong.”

He stood and bowed his head deeply.

“If you want to sue me, I’ll accept the consequences.”

I stopped the recording.

“I’m not suing you.”

I said, “I only need you to do one thing.”

I began investigating the transfer from five years ago.

I found the coworker who had handled staffing back then. She had since been promoted to manager.

“Claire, what are you doing here?”

Linda looked awkward.

“I want to see the transfer file from five years ago.”

“That’s…”

“Linda, please help me.”

She hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she took me to the records room.

The file folder was thin and held only a few pages.

There was a transfer request approved and signed by Ethan. In the notes section, it said, “This employee is not suited for headquarters work. A long-term field assignment is recommended.”

Emily had countersigned beneath it.

The application date was one week before I left.

I took photos of the file and returned it.

When I walked out of the company building, the sunlight was blinding.

I found several coworkers from the Nevada project.

One of them was a technician named Mark Turner. He now ran a small company of his own.

He showed me the emails saved on his computer.

Five years ago, every technical report I sent to headquarters had been marked as failing review and sent back for revisions.

But after the revised versions were submitted, Emily’s name appeared on them instead.

The email thread showed clearly that Ethan himself had replied, [Revise according to Emily’s comments. Credit will be shared.]

“Shared credit?”

I scoffed.

“Ms. Harper, we all felt awful for you,” Mark said. “All the results you bled for ended up padding her résumé.”

I copied all the emails. As I was leaving, Mark chased after me.

“Ms. Harper, be careful. The Shaw family has deep ties in this city.”

I nodded.

The most ironic part was that I later found out Emily’s second child wasn’t Ethan’s either.

A nurse at the hospital was married to one of my former coworkers from the Nevada site. She secretly told me, “While Emily was pregnant, a man came to see her all the time. He wore glasses and looked polished. I heard them say that once they got the Shaw family’s money, they would leave.”

She showed me a blurry photo.

It was a still from the parking garage security footage. The man’s face was turned slightly away, but his profile was clear.

I recognized him.

It was Derek Caldwell, the sales director at Horizon Group, Shaw Group’s biggest competitor.

I sat in my rented room and spread the evidence out one piece at a time.

There was a fake education history, stolen projects, a falsified paternity test, a malicious transfer, and even an affair during her marriage.

Every page was soaked in my blood and tears.