Chapter 1

When I received the evidence from my client, I almost choked.

He said, his voice seething with anger, "This is the man my wife is sleeping with. She lied to me, tricked me into marrying her! None of it was real!"

My eyes were glued to the name—Alexander Mitchell.

"You know him?"

A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

"He's my husband of seven years."

Days later, I was kidnapped and thrown into an abandoned courthouse. The acrid stench of gasoline stung my nostrils, and then, a spark from a lighter sent flames roaring to life.

I screamed with every fiber of my being, a raw, desperate cry torn from my soul, "Alexander..."

I heard footsteps outside the door and a desperate hope flared within me—he had heard me.

But he just walked away, holding the woman in his arms, without so much as a backward glance.

I thought I was going to die in that inferno, but fate gave me a chance to fight back.

This time, it's their turn to pay the price.

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When I received the evidence from my client, my breath hitched.

Seeing my stunned expression, he asked, "Attorney Sophia, are you all right? This is the man my wife claims is her business partner. They've secretly transferred millions of dollars, and I suspect it's money laundering."

"What's more, he's the man my wife is cheating on me with. She tricked me into getting a marriage license with her, and it turned out to be a fake."

My client grew more agitated as he spoke, "I'm going to sue those two fraudsters into oblivion!"

Seeing that I was still in a daze, the client waved a hand in front of my face. "Sophia, why are you so pale?"

My eyes were locked on that name—Alexander Mitchell.

The client continued his tirade, "Just looking at this bastard makes my blood boil. What was his name again? Alexander something..."

"Alexander Mitchell."

The client's head snapped up. "How did you know?"

My throat tightened, and I forced a bitter smile. "He's my husband of seven years."

...

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

The client, Marcus, stood frozen on the spot for a good ten seconds before clearing his throat awkwardly.

"It's a small world, isn't it?"

I remained silent. He scratched his head, mumbled an excuse, and quickly made his exit.

The office was once again shrouded in a deathly silence. I clutched the evidence, staring into space for what felt like an eternity as tears began to fall.

Alexander and I were the golden couple of the legal world.

It had been a full ten years, from law school until now.

In our junior year, he worked as a part-time tutor for three months just to buy me a set of law books. He was nervous and excited when he finally handed them to me, saying, "Sophia, one day we'll defend justice together."

Every year on my birthday, he would prepare an exquisite chocolate cake and be the first person to wish me a "Happy Birthday" right at the stroke of midnight.

The year we graduated from college, I fell gravely ill, and it was suspected I would need surgery.

Alexander drove through a torrential downpour to the hospital and stood watch outside my room all night. He nearly fainted in the hallway, all just to ensure I received the best possible care.

The surgery was a success, but Alexander collapsed from the anxiety that had been building for days.

I asked him what he had been thinking about during those days.

He didn't tell me, but he wrote in his diary: "I would give everything I have for Sophia to be safe and sound."

Later, when I went abroad for advanced studies, Alexander lost control of his emotions for the first time. He held me, pressing me against the corner of a wall, and kissed me for a full two minutes.

His eyes were red as he said, "Just two years, not a day more. When you come back, we'll get married."

During my time studying abroad. Alexander missed me so much he had sleepless nights, burying himself in work at the law library until the dead of night.

My colleague teased me in a text, "Sophia, you're really something else. Your trip abroad has just about killed your boyfriend."

"If you don't come back soon, our dear prosecutor will be nothing but a ghost."

I still remember the day I returned. Alexander’s eyes were red from crying, looking as vulnerable as a little boy.

He held me in his arms, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Sophia, I won't let you leave me ever again."

After a night of passion, as soon as the sun rose the next day, he whisked me away to City Hall to get our marriage license.

"Don't even think about other men, Sophia. You're not getting rid of me in this lifetime."

In the legal world, he was a stone-faced, impartial prosecutor who could decide the fate of multi-million dollar cases in minutes.

But at home, he transformed into the most tender boyfriend. Whenever I was stressed from work, he would personally brew me coffee and give me a massage.

For every holiday, he always had a world of surprises waiting for me.

Jewelry, perfume, designer bags—he made sure I had them all.

He never let me worry about a single thing.

Everyone in our circle called him the model husband, and Alexander would always say proudly, "A man who loves his wife is destined for a successful career. You can all just be jealous."