Blurb：
Abandoned on the barren planet Azure Star by her husband Blake Sterling for his ex-girlfriend Lily Baker, agricultural genius Sophie Sterling turns despair into triumph. Using her PhD in Agricultural Science, she leads exiled refugees to develop super grain, saving Azure Star from famine and becoming its revered Empress. When Earth faces a catastrophic food crisis, Blake’s family empire collapses, forcing him and their son Preston to beg for help. Sophie’s cold verdict: “Lock up these aliens.” This gripping tale of betrayal and empowerment features Sophie Sterling, Blake Sterling, Lily Baker, and Preston in a saga of interplanetary revenge, super grain innovation, and rise to sovereignty. Witness Sophie’s journey from betrayed wife to ruler of Azure Star, where she wields power over those who discarded her.
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My husband abandoned me on another planet so he could marry his ex-girlfriend.
This planet, Azure Star, had thin air, sparse vegetation, and barren soil.
It was inhabited entirely by exiled refugees from Earth.
Thankfully, I have a PhD in Agricultural Science.
I led the refugees in developing super grain.
We successfully saved the entire planet.
I was proclaimed Empress, leading my people to prosperity and peace.
Meanwhile, Earth, our home planet, faced a catastrophic food crisis. My husband’s family grain empire collapsed into bankruptcy.
That useless husband brought our son to Azure Star, begging me to save them.
I gave a cool smile and told security:
“Lock up these two ‘aliens’.”
After earning my doctorate, I married Blake Sterling.
For ten years of marriage,
I spearheaded his family’s corporation in developing generation after generation of super grain.
We successfully alleviated Earth’s food crisis.
His family raked in enormous profits.
They went from being the top family in Seattle to the wealthiest in the nation.
I worked tirelessly in the lab, striving to feed more people during the crisis,
Blake was across town, enjoying coffee and pastries with his ex, Lily Baker, and our son.
I collapsed from exhaustion in the lab, repeatedly.
He accused me of being a terrible wife.
Our son pointed his finger at me and yelled,
“You’re a terrible mother! Stepmother Lily is prettier, and much more fun than you!”
While I was busy developing more efficient super grain,
Father and son were plotting how to kick me off Earth.
To give his ex-girlfriend, Lily Baker, a respectable position in the Sterling family,
They tricked me into boarding a spaceship for a “vacation” to Azure Star.
The moment my foot touched Azure Star’s soil, they slammed the spaceship door shut behind me.
Not even a goodbye.
I took a breath of Azure Star’s thin air.
It did nothing for my dizziness and nausea.
Looking at the sparse shrubs and the barren yellow earth beneath my feet,
It finally hit me:
I’d been abandoned.
Ten years of marriage. Forget love. Just based on the fortune I’d made for his family,
I deserved at least a goodbye.
But no goodbye. Just abandonment on an alien planet!
Ten years ago, back in 2200.
The day after I received my PhD in Agricultural Science,
Blake proposed.
He was the only son of Sterling Grain Corp. and has long been oppressed by his father.
I was the star pupil of a renowned agricultural scientist, researching super grain for global benefit.
Every major grain corporation was fighting to hire me.
But Blake was so good to me. He made this orphan feel like she had a home.
He offered top-tier lab equipment, massive research funding,
And overwhelming affection. He swept me off my feet.
I turned down better offers and went to work in his family’s lab.
Amidst a lavish wedding, I married him.
The year after our son, Preston, was born, his ex-girlfriend, Lily Baker, returned.
Having been forced to marry a sixty-year-old tycoon, she came back with a carefully crafted aura of tragic vulnerability, ready to reunite with my husband.
That night, I dragged my exhausted body back from the lab to our mansion.
I rushed to take Preston from the nanny the moment I got home.
Blake walked in, looking annoyingly vibrant.
“Sophie, great news! Lily’s back!”
My arms tightened around our son.
“What… does that have to do with me?”
Blake smiled.
“I expect you to be understanding. She has nowhere to go. I’ve let her move in.”
I was stunned, speechless, when Lily appeared.
She was pale and pretty, with a slender figure. Her face wore a practiced expression of delicate sorrow, an expert at playing the victim.
“Sophia, Blake-honey just feels sorry for me being homeless. Please don’t be mad?”
I hated Blake making decisions without consulting me.
“I am mad. Please leave.”
Lily immediately burst into tears, launching into a monologue about her misfortunes.
Blake flew into a rage.
“Sophie Sterling, stop being unreasonable! Lily is staying right here!”
That night, Blake slept in the living room.
His ex-girlfriend, Lily Baker, stayed too.
She stayed for seven years.
For the seven years Lily Baker lived in my house,
I never gave her a kind look.
Nor did I have time to kick her out.
Earth was in the throes of a severe food crisis.
Pollution worsened, natural disasters multiplied.
Heatwaves, blizzards, hurricanes, floods, droughts, plagues, soil salinization – each year brought worse calamities.
Humanity’s biggest problem: vast tracts of land could no longer produce food.
Famine spread, countless people died of starvation.
Developing portable, soilless cultivation methods was critically urgent.
I had no energy for their romantic drama.
My sole focus was creating super grain to save humanity.
At Sterling Corp., I had a solid team and projects.
The technology was on the verge of a breakthrough.
I truly had no time for their childish games of fighting over a man.
But these two, living in their own soap opera, had plenty of time.
Even with the world ending, they had to stir up trouble.
Over those seven years, I perfected the convenient super grain –
Portable Soil-less Cultivation Grain Kits.
Each kit contained special growth solution and seed packets.
Just add seeds to the solution, and you get food.
A single kit could produce one person’s weekly food requirement.
Of course, the solution and seeds could also be used for large-scale farming.
No soil needed. Only space was required to rapidly produce massive amounts of food.
Sterling Corp. was the first to benefit from this research.
They mass-produced the growth solution and seeds, quickly dominating the market.
The Sterling family became the nation’s wealthiest.
My invention eased the global food crisis.
People in Earth’s most damaged regions could finally eat.
I became a global icon, swamped with interviews.
No reporter ever discovered I lived with my husband and his ex-girlfriend.
No matter my achievements, no matter how much wealth I brought the Sterlings,
Blake and Preston treated me with contempt.
Coming home, I’d find the three of them happily eating together.
Lily dotingly served Preston, wiped his mouth, made him laugh.
Blake smiled at them both.
It was as if they were the family, and I was the intruder.
Preston whined to Lily,
“I wish you were my mommy! Then I could eat yummy snacks all day and never have to study or exercise!”
Lily beamed but put on a fake pout,
“Now Preston, don’t say that! Mommy will get mad, even though I wish I could be…”
I couldn’t take it. I snapped,
“Wish what?”
Lily instantly dissolved into tears again.
“Sophia, I’m sorry! You never take care of Preston anyway! I was just speaking my mind, and you’re yelling at me again!”
She sprang up and scurried behind Blake, peeking out with feigned terror.
“Blake, oh my god! Is she going to hit me?”
Blake immediately jumped to her defense.
“Sophie Sterling, haven’t you caused enough trouble? We were having a nice dinner! You ruin everything! When will it end?”
I’m not a patient woman.
I slapped him. Hard. Across the face.
After the slap, I completely offended the Sterling family.
They dismantled my lab and fired my entire research team.
Stripped me of the career I took such pride in.
Regardless of the immense profits I had brought them, they showed their true colors now that I was no longer useful—they kicked down the ladder they had climbed up.
When I tried to take my research to other companies, they blocked me at every turn.
Stuck at home, I was subjected to the nauseating spectacle of their “happy family of three” antics.
I made a point of running eight kilometers every morning without fail to stay fit, followed by half an hour of strength training.
For Preston’s health, I’d always insisted he exercise an hour daily.
No matter how tired I was from the lab, I made time for him.
I banned junk snacks, worried about his health.
Every night, I spent an hour reading with him.
Now, he just called me the “the bad woman who hit daddy.”
Lily took the opportunity to indulge him, telling him he didn’t need to exercise or read anymore.
She bought him mountains of junk food daily.
Now he just glared at me, puckering his lips to sneer,
“Crazy bitch! You’re not my mom. Stepmom Lily is my mom!”
Blake’s daily warning was:
“Hit me if you must, but don’t you dare bully Lily! If you mess with her, I will make you pay!”
And Lily? She played the victim card daily for sympathy.
“Sophia, I’m sorry. Please don’t blame Blake. It’s all my fault.”
Once, I finally snapped. “If you know it’s your fault, why don’t you just leave?”
She immediately ran to tattle. From then on, my crimes multiplied.
Preston taunted me daily, calling me an “old hag,” saying Lily was better.
I tried to encourage him to read. He sneered,
“I’m born to be the boss. I don’t need to read this useless stuff.”
I tried to get him to ease up on snacks. He looked down his nose.
“Eating snacks is a status symbol now. Someone like you, Mom, from a humble background, wouldn’t understand.”
Blake berated me daily for being unreasonable, for hurting his precious ex.
His most frequent phrase to me was:
“Sophie Sterling, haven’t you caused enough trouble?”
Even my silence, to him, was causing trouble…
The Sterling elders, fearing my professional success would threaten their control,
forbade me from working outside, demanding I stay home as a full-time housewife.
I wanted a divorce. They feared my public status would cause the Sterling Corporation’s stocks to plummet.
To give Lily a legitimate position and remove me without damaging their interests,
They tricked me into boarding a spaceship for a “family trip” to Azure Star, suggesting I could survey its agriculture potential.
Since Lily wasn’t coming, I let my guard down.
I never imagined a fake vacation
Would strand me forever on another planet.
On Azure Star, I walked roughly ten kilometers in one go.
I passed one skeletal remains after another, scattered by the roadside.
It was truly a penal planet. Few survived.
The road was dusty and barren, devoid of any signs of life.
Just a few sparse shrubs.
Fortunately, there were rivers, so I wouldn’t die of thirst.
If I hadn’t kept up my daily fitness routine,
I’d never have managed ten kilometers in this thin air.
Further on, I spotted blue tarps.
Signs of life! Maybe a tourist operation?
I planned to hitch a ride back to Earth with them and settle scores with the Sterlings.
Before I got close, a woman with long hair emerged from a small tent.
Anya?!
My chief assistant at Sterling Labs.
She saw me, ran over crying, and hugged me tight.
I was confused.
“Anya, are you here on vacation?”
She stared at me for a few seconds.
“You didn’t know? Sterling Corp. shipped the entire research team to Azure Star.”
I was stunned.
“I thought they just fired you?”
Anya looked puzzled.
“They lured us here with a ‘team-building retreat.’ But they dumped you here too?”
So the Sterling Corp., fearing the lab’s prestige would threaten the family’s authority, decided to eliminate it.
But they didn’t want us taking our knowledge to competitors.
So, they chose this brutal solution: exile us all.
I took a breath, told Anya not to panic, we’d get the “tourists” to take us back.
Anya looked at me with disbelief.
“Sophie, how long have they kept you locked up?”
I didn’t understand.
“What does that matter?”
Anya shook her head.
“You didn’t know? Tourism on Azure Star ended last year. Everyone pulled out. Only refugees left now.”
I held Anya as huge tears rolled down my face.
Now, like all the other refugees,
We were just waiting to die.
Soon, I found more familiar faces from the lab.
We held each other and wept.
We all knew the truth: we were probably going to die together here.
That night, they used a tiny camp lamp to cast a feeble circle of light.
By its light, we ate some of the super grain we’d developed.
We were low on growth solution and seeds.
We also had to worry about raids from other refugee groups.
This was a primitive society. Survival depended on force.
Only because the lab team had brought survival knives had they lasted this long.
Otherwise, I’d have found their bones.
Late that night, Anya and I squeezed into a tiny one-person tent.
We shared a sleeping bag, clinging together for warmth.
It was freezing.
Outside, temperatures plunged to -10°C.
Thankfully, Anya’s group had brought outdoor gear and some super grain supplies.
But it was only enough for a short trip. It wouldn’t last long.
More despair!
We woke up to find all our supplies stolen!
Unbelievable. The refugees had braved the freezing temperatures to rob us.
Now, we had nothing.
Some team members despaired, convinced death was near.
Others raged, wanting to go fight the refugees in a suicidal last stand.
Some suggested taking our knives and trying to reclaim our supplies.
Anya and I discussed it. We decided to negotiate.
Our group walked to where the refugees were settled.
In the distance, we saw shelters made from dried shrubs, thickly thatched with the withered grasses of Azure Star.
Not as sturdy as our insulated tents, but they provided some protection from the cold.
Several male refugees saw us coming.
They grabbed makeshift clubs, ready for a fight.
As we got closer,
Their leader shouted in Standard Earth:
“Stop! Come closer, and we attack!”
I replied in the same language.
“We’re not here to fight. We’re here to teach you how to make food.”
Seeing we carried no visible weapons and showed no aggression, the refugees lowered their guard slightly.
Inside the shelters, I saw crowds: elderly, children, women, men…
Their faces etched with hardship – Earth’s starving poor.
The children, especially, looked malnourished, heads large on thin bodies.
I knew. During the worst famine years,
To preserve food for the upper classes,
And prevent riots,
Earth Central tricked the poor into shuttles bound for Azure Star.
Children, elderly – no one was spared.
I was an orphan too. But my parents had been agricultural scientists.
I used their identities and our middle-class property deeds to prove I wasn’t from the “low-born.”
That saved me.
These refugees had never seen super grain. They didn’t know how to use it.
I smiled at the male leader.
“Let me show you how to make food. Look, those children are starving.”
Some men raised their clubs to shoo us away, but the leader stopped them.
Two elderly women, bent with age, brought out boxes of growth solution and seed packets.
I gently placed seeds into a growth box, adding a pinch of special catalyst I carried.
The box and seeds rapidly expanded to the size of a flour sack.
Thick green smoke billowed.
Within the smoke, the seeds underwent a miraculous accelerated life cycle—sprouting, growing, flowering, and fruiting—all in just three minutes.
Children gasped, eyes wide, clapping and shrieking with excitement.
Two minutes later, a mountain of soybeans filled a third of the shelter.
These seeds were soybeans.
The refugees were speechless with awe.
I told them,
“Cook them quickly. This will feed you for weeks.”
I signaled Anya. She handed them a small fire starter.
It was tiny but could ignite a flame without fuel.
Soon, a pot of soybeans boiled.
The refugees ate ravenously.
Some young women offered portions to our team.
We accepted.
After the meal, I told them pur proposal,
From now on, we survive together. Share everything – food, supplies.
We moved in next door to the refugees.
The refugees had chosen a good spot.
A river flowed nearby, providing a source of clean water.
It was bordered by dense shrubbery and patches of greenish grass.
A former farm woman told me they’d survived on red berries from the shrubs for ages.
Now the berries were gone, forcing them to raid us.
I examined the shrubs, seeing dried, blackened berries.
I picked one, split it open.
Inside were packed black seeds.
I scooped out a handful and took them back to the shelter.
My portable analyzer confirmed the seeds were edible.
Luckily, as a scientist, I always carried my micro-tools.
I also had a secret catalyst I’d developed while confined at the Sterling mansion.
The family thought I was sulking over Lily.
In reality, I was perfecting this catalyst.
Its key function: multiplying food yield.
What fed one person for seven days could now feed a hundred, with this catalyst.
The key ingredient required for both the catalyst and the growth solution was the same: a special mineral called Kramaglin.
The difference was in concentration.
The catalyst required extremely high concentrations and consumed more material.
The growth solution needed lower concentrations.
I used a tiny bit of catalyst to multiply the seeds a hundredfold.
Then, I planted some seeds with growth solution, halting the process mid-growth.
Soon, the shelter overflowed with bright red shrub berries.
I kept some for research, giving the rest to the refugees.
The berries tasted tart and sweet, like Earth apples.
But with a mealier, sandier texture.
On Earth, people preferred crisp apples.
But the mealy texture here was more filling.
This fruit was our only sustainable food source for now.
The critical problem: our catalyst and growth solution were nearly gone.
Without them, we were doomed.
Our mission now was to find Kramaglin.
Back on Earth, I’d studied Azure Star.
Theoretically, it had vast Kramaglin deposits.
But this was an entire planet, not a small town.
How to find it?
No choice. Mobilize everyone to search nearby.
Kramaglin is found in pink stones.
I told everyone: bring back any pink rock you find.
Day One:
Nothing.
Day Two:
Still nothing.
Day Three:
Zilch.
Two weeks passed. Not a single trace.
Watching our reserves of growth solution and catalyst dwindle, we began rationing food severely.
Only one meal per day per person.
The elderly and children were exempt from the search parties, told to conserve their energy and eat even less..
Thankfully, my team was in good physical shape.
Back on Earth, despite our busy research schedules, I had always insisted on regular exercise.
I’d secured a top-notch gym at the lab.
I scheduled daily workouts, ensuring everyone stayed strong.
Every month, we had five days of “hiking leave,” where I signed the team up for guided treks to observe the natural world.
With Earth’s pollution, outdoor trips were expensive.
But I never skimped on my team.
Probably another reason the Sterlings resented me.
Now, that fitness paid off on Azure Star.
But three months passed. No Kramaglin.
Catalyst and growth solution were almost gone.
Were we really going to die together here?
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