My Ex Chose Her,So I Married the Scientist Above Him

The next time I saw Les Gilbert, I was kissing my new husband in front of a cheering crowd.

His little junior stood right beside him—the one he'd always coddled—but her eyes were red with fury.

No one there knew that six months ago, to celebrate Michelle's birthday, he'd stolen my only spot at an elite international research conference.

"You're a young scholar—you'll have plenty of chances. But Michelle's turning twenty, and her birthday wish is to be there and broaden her horizons."