I felt ashamed of being a burden to him, but he looked at me seriously,
“Nicole, a person must have a conscience. The moment your uncle walked into the police station, I swore that I would take care of you for the rest of my life.”
“Nicole, without you, there would be no Michael today. Everything I have is yours.”
But conscience has no legally binding force.
In the third year of our marriage, he cheated on me with Fiona, a law student we were sponsoring.
We intend to contribute to society and recruit excellent talent for law firms.
Fiona was indeed outstanding. She landed a major case right after joining the firm, her sharp wit and unique legal insights quickly making her a rising star.
They had endless things to talk about, countless case insights to share.
They often argued heatedly, then smiled at each other.
Finally, they ended up in bed together.
Aunt Wendy brought in gourmet soup, interrupting my jumbled memories.
I touched my face and realized it was cold.
Suddenly, I realized I had unconsciously shed tears, something I hadn’t done in a long time.
I tossed the fake medical report into the shredder, straightened my clothes, and sat down at the low table.