You Took the Credit, I Made You Prisoned

My groundbreaking new drug was about to hit the market. Yet, at the celebratory party, my husband insisted on crediting its patent to his female assistant.

Not only did my husband demand this, but many of the company's upper management echoed his request.

I questioned, "The new drug was developed by my team in five years. Why should I give it to others?"

My husband sneered, "You are old and ugly, which affects the company's image. Caroline is so young and beautiful; it is the best publicity to be crowned a beautiful researcher."