Betrayed by My Best Friend and My Man

Three years of research data I'd bled over showed up in my best friend Veronica Henson's award-winning paper.

My boyfriend Leslie Dickerson brushed it off. "She needed this chance more than you did."

Then I caught the two of them kissing in the lab. Veronica pouted, "Aren't you scared Margery Fox will find out?"

Leslie held her close and laughed. "She's too stupid. What could she ever figure out?"

Ten years together, and that was what it came to. Stupid.

I wiped my eyes and called my advisor. "Professor, I want to report Veronica for academic misconduct."