My Fiancé Spent My Millions on His Mistress, So I Ruined Him

Julian Reed was hailed as a once-in-a-generation genius. At eighteen, he made a solemn vow:

"I will not marry until I achieve a breakthrough in my research!"

I waited for him for five long years. I watched him climb to the peak of success three times, only to fall back down.

The first time, his lab notebooks were mysteriously contaminated.

The second time, when he collapsed from exhaustion, he "accidentally" knocked over a critical petri dish.

The third time, his imported lab equipment suffered a series of bizarre technical glitches.