On the day Iris Glover was prosecuted in court by her husband, it was snowing heavily.From their courtship to their marriage, they had been together for seven years. She had always believed in his love for her; they were happy together. However, everything changed when he personally prosecuted her in court because of an accusation made by Wendy Rain.During the trial, the judge stated the case: "On November 23rd, during a drunk driving checkpoint on Westfield Road, a prohibited substance was discovered in the vehicle driven by the defendant, Ms. Iris Glover. We are here today to address these charges.""Prosecutor, please present your statement."Stanley Stein stood tall in a black suit, exuding seriousness. When he looked at his wife, there was only disappointment and indifference in his eyes. "On November 23rd, Ms. Glover drove a white car, license plate V8861, in which five grams of prohibited substance was found. Ms. Glover claims Ms. Wendy Rain had called her to pick up her i
Iris turned to Stanley.It turned out that the word divorce was not as difficult to utter as she had imagined."I won't divorce you; you know that very well," Stanley replied, his expression cold."As a lawyer, you know very well that if I was pronounced guilty, I would have gone to prison...""In light of the evidence, I had no choice...""No, you chose to believe Wendy over me," Iris pinpointed the issue. He did not believe her. Perhaps, in his heart, Wendy was more important, so he hoped Iris would be the one to go to prison rather than Wendy."Let's just go home," he said, walking down the steps.Iris adjusted her coat against the biting wind as she followed him toward the car, the chill cutting across her face.Inside the car, silence enveloped them, almost suffocating in its weight.Upon arriving home, Stanley did not get out of the car. After Iris stepped out, he simply drove away.She watched him leave without saying a word. He must be worried about Wendy's impending investi
She wasn't in the kitchen.She wasn't in the bedroom either.He pulled out his phone to call her and found that the screen was filled with transaction notifications. Because he did not want to be disturbed, he had put the phone on silent mode.He reviewed the transaction records.[XX Bank] These are the transactions made on November 29th from your account ending in 0081:15:17: Transaction of $5,03415:26: Transaction of $9,88915:45: Transaction of $5,00016:00: Transaction of $13,80016:12: Transaction of $11,000...The long list of transactions made him frown. He tried calling Iris, but there was no answer, intensifying his frustration. It wasn't the money that annoyed him; rather, her absence left him feeling empty. He tugged at his collar irritably. It felt suffocating despite not being tight.He decided to distract himself with work and headed to the study.When he entered the study, he immediately spotted the divorce agreement on the desk along with Iris' wedding rin
Iris nodded and said, "That's me."The courier replied, "I have a delivery for you." He handed her the receipt. "Please sign here."After signing, she returned the receipt and received a document envelope from him. She thanked him and closed the door.Opening the envelope, she found the divorce agreement she had drafted inside, now bearing Stanley's signature. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Setting the envelope aside, she opened her laptop.The signed agreement confirmed his consent to the property division.Property division required specific procedures, including documentation like her ID. She made copies, provided her bank card information, opened a fund account, and drafted a power of attorney, stating that due to personal reasons, she could not handle the divorce proceedings herself, so she entrusted Stanley Stein to act as her divorce lawyer to handle the proceedings on her behalf.After organizing the required documents, she packed everything back into the envelope a
Professor Aston had also reached retirement age, but he had benefited from Stanley's success."I've let Professor Sandler down," Iris said, turning to look out the window. Professor Sandler had invested so much in her, even giving her more attention than his own granddaughter, Yvonne. Yet, she had repaid his faith with disappointment, ultimately leading to his humiliation and early retirement. And it was all because she was blinded by love.Tears brimmed in her eyes."Oh, don't blame yourself. That stubborn old man and Professor Aston have always been at odds. It's been so long, so stop dwelling on it," Yvonne comforted, feeling flustered at Iris' tears.To lighten the mood, she said with a chuckle, "Besides, if we're talking about making him angry, you can't even compare to me. He wanted to groom me as his successor, but I ended up in finance. He was so upset he didn't eat for three days!"Professor Sandler had been trying to nurture Yvonne since she was young but she honestly had no
Iris hurriedly said, "Hi. I'm Professor Sandler's student."There was a brief silence on the other end. "I'm busy right now."Iris cautiously replied, "That's okay. I can meet whenever it's convenient for you.""After six o'clock. Where would you like to meet?""Up to you; I'm fine with anywhere.""After six o'clock, come to the law firm, Golden Path Law.""Okay."Click. The call ended. Iris blinked a few times. 'This guy is pretty cold,' she thought.It was still morning. With the meeting scheduled for after six, she had the entire day ahead of her. She called Yvonne to see if she could meet to discuss the investment, but Yvonne was busy and unable to meet that day. They had no choice but to schedule for another day.Iris decided to find a temporary place to live in until the apartment renovation was complete. The renovation would take three months, and staying in a hotel long-term wasn't practical.She spent the day searching online for apartment listings but couldn't fin
After saying that, Iris walked past Stanley without stopping. Stanley was infuriated.However, Iris had always been the one who initiated reconciliations after they had arguments, a pattern he had come to expect. The thought of being the one to relent this time felt unbearable, despite his strong desire for her to return.His mood was terrible, so he called his friends out for drinks to distract himself. In the private room, the atmosphere was tense. No one wanted to speak first.The news of Wendy getting arrested had spread. They all knew by now that Wendy had tried to frame Iris for drug possession. They had misunderstood Iris. They thought she had gotten into drugs because she was too bored at home. But it turned out Wendy had tricked them all with her innocent facade.The depth of Wendy's deceit shocked everyone. She had meticulously planned her scheme for three months to take Iris down. Those kinds of people were truly scary.They sat right next to you, but you had
Iris was speechless.That was way too much info.Iris stayed up late and fell asleep on the desk.When she awoke the next morning, her body ached from the awkward position she had been in.Yvonne, now sober, greeted her with a smile. She waved the card in her hand and said, "Thanks for this."Iris returned the smile. After Yvonne left, Iris tidied up and went to work.As soon as she arrived, Jason called her into his office and told her to meet a client with him."What do I need to prepare?" Iris asked dutifully."You just have to listen," Jason replied, putting on his coat as he made his way out."Oh," Iris said, quickening her pace to keep up with his long strides.He had such long legs.They took the elevator straight to the underground parking lot. Jason led her to his car, and she climbed into the rear seat.The destination was a relatively remote area, so the journey took a while. They soon arrived at a small restaurant. Iris was confused at first; why would a
Iris turned to her, surprised."You don't seem too happy," she teased. "Rather than getting married, it looks more like you're going to attend a funeral.""Is marriage something to be happy about? Aren't you a cautionary tale?" Yvonne shot back.Iris was speechless.She was indeed a textbook cautionary tale.Yvonne poured herself another glass. "Marriage isn't something to be happy about. I'm just fulfilling my parents' wishes."In the past, she just wanted to have fun and didn't want to get married. When her parents urged her to get married, her grandfather defended her.Now that her grandfather had fallen ill and was not in good health, he also wanted to see her get married.She could ignore her parents, but for her grandfather's sake, she had to get married.Iris sighed. "I'm sorry for being a bad example. You're not me. Most marriages don't end like mine. Most people do well."Yvonne smiled. "Are you trying to comfort me?""Kind of," Iris admitted."I'm very rational. I
She only realized that when she checked her phone at the end of the workday. Brad had called multiple times, but she merely glanced at the notifications without replying. There were also missed calls from Yvonne, who asked to meet up that evening.Iris messaged back, asking: [What time? Where?][Star Coast.][Got it.]Iris went to the underground parking lot. She took the stairs as the elevator was under maintenance. The maintenance was scheduled to be performed after work hours when there were fewer people.Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairway, clattering loudly as emergency lights flickered on.A person in a black windbreaker, baseball cap, and face mask entered the stairway. Their head was bowed low, with half their face scrunched up inside their collar, obscuring their expression.Iris found her car, opened the door, and got in. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched her intently from the shadows.The person's tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins o
Iris kept quiet and didn't say anything. She felt a pang of regret over the waste since those things cost money. He could have just given them away instead of throwing them away. However, she couldn't help but find his jealousy endearing. She couldn't believe a successful man like him would get so jealous."Let me help you," she offered. She closed the fridge and moved into the kitchen to help him serve the breakfast that Samuel bought."What time did you wake up?" she asked."Before seven," he answered.Iris glanced at the time; it was already past eight.Just then, her phone in the bedroom rang.She got up to answer it and saw it was Brad calling. She hesitated before answering."What time are you coming to visit me, Iris?" Brad asked, sounding forlorn."I have to go to the law firm. I haven't been there for two days. I can't put the case off anymore," she explained, politely declining.Though it was true she had to deal with the case, she could actually spare a couple of ho
Jason simply smiled without saying a word, leaving Iris feeling as though she had been unwittingly tricked. He seemed like an easy-going person, but there was an innate confidence and control about him that set him apart from others."You have a hidden agenda, don't you?" she asked."Once you finish the case in Southerland, I'd like to transfer you overseas," he replied.As for Brad Vassell, he would continue to stay at the law firm.The two would naturally be separated.Iris sat up straight, alarmed. "What did you say?"She was not going to sacrifice her career for a man! Their relationship wasn't at a stage where such sacrifices were warranted. Actually, no matter how much she ended up loving him, she would not sacrifice her career for him. She had already learned her lesson."With your skills, limiting yourself to marriage cases is a waste. Don't you want to tackle international cases?" He spoke casually, but his words were full of temptation.Iris was aware that Jason had
"I'll explain to her." Jason bent down, lifted Iris up and carried her to the bedroom.Iris, feeling sad, buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry," she mumbled."It's not your fault. You didn't know she would be there." When Jason opened the bedroom door, the light passed over his face, illuminating the fleeting hint of danger in his eyes. "When you went to the Vassell family mansion, what did they say to you?""They just thanked me for mentoring Brad..." At that moment, Iris felt something was off. A family like the Vassells wouldn't need to invite her to their house for something so trivial. But if it wasn't to express their gratitude, why would they invite her? She wasn't close to them, and their statuses were vastly different."What was their intention?" she asked, looking up at him.All she saw was his firm jaw.Jason answered, "They had their reasons."He didn't blame Iris for easily accepting Brad's invitation; she wasn't part of their circle and naturally didn't know the
Iris was unbothered by Yvonne's antics; she would be more surprised if Yvonne didn't say something inappropriate.Yvonne closed the door with a smile. To be honest, she was genuinely happy for Iris, pleased to see her stepping out of her shell. She didn't care if Iris got together with Brad or Jason. She was happy as long as Iris could emerge from the shadows of her failed marriage without losing her confidence in men and still being open to love. After all, they say once bitten, twice shy. Yvonne feared that Iris might lose her ability to love someone after experiencing Stanley's betrayal.Iris approached the dining table, eyeing the fried chicken and beer. "We have dinner now.""Junk food," Jason remarked, glancing at it before pulling out his phone to make a call.Iris interjected, "Don't. It's fine to have junk food once in a while; it's not like we eat this every day. It would be a waste to throw it away."She opened the paper bag, retrieved the fried chicken, and set out gla
Iris stared at the crumpled note in the bin in surprise. She was only joking when she asked him if he was jealous.She thought a man as successful and mature as Jason wouldn't be bothered by something so trivial.Looking up at him, her tone shifted to a more cautious one. "Are you angry?"Jason sidestepped the question, suggesting instead, "What are those things in your fridge? Let's eat out."Iris hesitated. "But it's already so late...""I'll have someone bring us food," he interrupted, making the decision for them.She chuckled, "Stop being so childish. Why are you jealous of a kid?"Without warning, Jason removed the food from her hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her neck.Iris turned her head aside, pressing her hands against his strong chest. Clearing her throat, she said softly, "Didn't you say you'll have someone bring us food? Shouldn't you make a call?""You're hungry, huh?" he asked, his voice casual
Jason asked, "What are you doing at this hospital?"This wasn't the hospital where Professor Sandler was."Brad had an accident; I came to check on him," she fastened her seatbelt."Is it serious?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows."His leg is broken," Iris replied."Oh, really?""Why do you look a bit pleased?" Iris asked, observing him closely. His side profile was illuminated by the light, so his facial contours were clearly outlined.He said somewhat absent-mindedly as he started the car, "We're love rivals; only one of us can emerge victorious."Hearing his tone, if Iris didn't know better, she would have thought that he was the one behind Brad's accident.He drove with one hand and held her hand with the other.Her hand was cold.He frowned and turned on the car's air conditioning.The car moved into congested traffic.It was early winter, and the roadside greenery appeared desolate. It was only a little after five, yet the streetlights were already illuminating the
"I didn't answer your call yesterday because I was with Jason Just. You've always wanted to know if there's anything between us, right? Well, I'll tell you now, there is something between us. We like each other." Iris felt that being completely honest was the best way to prevent Brad from harboring any unrealistic fantasies."You're just saying that to dissuade me, aren't you?" Brad wouldn't believe her. "Jason Just isn't even in the country. How could you have been with him?""He's in the country," Iris stated matter-of-factly.Brad's expression shifted to one of panic. "He... he's back?"Quickly regaining his composure, he continued, "Even if he's back, so what? You haven't been in touch with him for a year, and he hasn't come to see you. If you love each other, why didn't you keep in touch? Why aren't you married?"His words pierced Iris' heart like needles, and she felt a bitter ache. Yeah, why weren't they together? Why weren't they married?Because the obstacles between t