Stanley kept quiet. His expression darkened. Iris didn't have time to waste on chit-chat. "Did you check the surveillance footage?" she asked pointedly.Stanley hesitated. He had immediately assumed it was Iris and hadn't bothered to check the footage. Still, he feigned calmness. "I did.""The surveillance footage showed that I did it?" Iris did not believe it. She didn't do it, so there was no way he could pin it on her. "I want to see the footage." Stanley's gaze flickered guiltily."Don't tell me you have no evidence?" Iris challenged, glaring at him. "You're just speculating that it's me, aren't you? And you call yourself a lawyer – an elite lawyer, at that. Is this how you usually handle cases?""Are you done?" Stanley stood up, frustration evident on his face. "I'll show you the surveillance footage.""Okay," Iris replied.After they exited the law firm, Stanley opened the car door for her. "Get in."Without a glance at him, Iris said, "I'll drive myself."Stanley sti
Iris glared at Stanley, her heart stinging sharply. So in his eyes, her biggest value was doing laundry and cooking?"So, in your eyes, am I only worth doing laundry and cooking for you?" Bitterness surged in her throat, but she forced it back. She refused to shed another tear for him. "I guess I only have myself to blame," she said. She must have been blind when she chose someone like him to be her husband.Stanley realized that his words may have been a little hurtful, yet he stubbornly maintained his viewpoint. "You may not want to admit it, but that’s the reality. What you learned in school can't be fully applied in real life. You're used to working in the kitchen; your life revolved around me. You can't adapt to the deceit and politics of the workplace. Besides, you studied law, but you've abandoned it for too long – it's hard to pick it back up."Iris didn’t want to argue. Before she achieved anything significant, her words felt weak and futile. Her achievements would be her b
Mike nodded.He looked up at Iris. "I can't stand guys like him. I'm a man too, but I look down on men who cheat."He paused, anger bubbling up. "When I saw him kissing another woman, I got mad. It felt incredibly disrespectful to you. So, I went to his house and splashed his door with feces to disgust him. Did he look for you?""Yeah," Iris replied."Did I cause you trouble?" Mike asked. He had calmed down now and realized that he may have been too impulsive.Iris shook her head. "No, you didn't."She appreciated that Mike was looking out for her."Did you divorce him because he cheated?" Mike asked.Iris actually did not want to discuss such a painful topic, but she realized that she couldn't avoid it forever.She responded with a faint "mhm.""What a scumbag!" Mike exclaimed angrily."It's all in the past now," Iris said.Mike poured her a drink. "I understand how you feel, Iris."Despite having moved on, being reminded of her past with Stanley still made her feel a twi
Jason watched in disbelief."Ouch..." Iris groaned, struggling to get up. The food container had fallen to the ground, rolling to a stop against the wall.Jason walked over and, like lifting a small child, grabbed her arms and pulled her up."Ouch, ouch!" she cried out. She had twisted her ankle, unable to put any weight on it. "I can’t stand…" she said helplessly.In response, Jason lifted her into his arms. The sudden movement caught Iris off guard, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her mind going blank in surprise.In the elevator, the space felt cramped and the air stagnant. Their bodies were close, breaths intertwining, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere. If it weren’t for the alcohol still clouding her mind, Iris would have wanted to find a hole to hide in to avoid the embarrassing situation."What floor?" his low voice broke the silence.Iris felt a bit more sober by now, but considering the situation, she could only pretend to be drunk still. S
Iris could no longer maintain her composure. Jason's expression suggested she had made a fool of herself when she was sleeping.Her grip on the coffee cup tightened. She accidentally crushed the paper, spilling coffee all over herself. It jolted her back to her senses. Mortified, she realized what she had just done. Once again, she had embarrassed herself in front of him. "What's wrong with me?" she thought frantically.Jason said, "We have to spend the night here. You’ll have to figure it out yourself." With that, he got into the car, leaving Iris speechless.She patted the coffee stains on her clothes, only to dirty her hands. Jason started the car, rolled down the window, and handed her a packet of tissues.Iris took it, murmuring, "Thank you." She wiped her hands and body. Although she wasn't totally clean, it was better than feeling damp. She settled in for the ride and placed the tissues on the back seat."Where are we going now?" she asked."We're going to eat, then head
"She doesn't lack anything..." Stanley muttered.Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Iris passing by outside the glass window. He could not be mistaken; after seven years together, her silhouette was etched into his memory."I have to use the restroom. You stay here and keep shopping," he told Fiora before striding out of the jewelry store and heading in the direction Iris had gone.Iris was standing in front of a flower stall, carefully admiring the blooms, seemingly wanting to buy a bouquet. In the past, whenever Jason returned home, he would see fresh flowers on the table and Iris bustling in the kitchen. Even when work was challenging, going home brought him comfort. But now, he found himself disliking going home. The maid couldn't even keep the most basic level of cleanliness, which caused him a lot of frustration.He slowed his pace as he approached her. Iris was caught between choosing sunflowers or daisies. The florist chimed in, "Ma'am, I think sunflowers suit you better."
Stanley had no intention of answering Fiora's question. Instead, he focused on Iris, searching for any cracks in her expression.He believed that there was no way Iris wouldn't feel upset seeing him with another woman.Fiora’s grip on Stanley's arm tightened, and her expression grew wary.Iris, sensing the tension, smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, and don't feel threatened. I'm just his ex-wife."Immediately, Stanley's expression darkened, while Fiora’s face paled. Fiora remembered that the first time she had dinner with Stanley, Iris was there too, seated at another table. She recalled how Stanley had occasionally glanced in Iris' direction, and when Fiora had asked him if he knew her, he had denied it.Also, they had bumped into her after having curry the other day. No wonder Iris had reacted the way she did after spilling coffee on Stanley."If you're already divorced, why are you still bothering him?" Fiora challenged. She believed that all three encounters with Iris were
Fiora knew she would have to put in extra effort moving forward. She must confirm their relationship quickly. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for what she anticipated would be a challenging battle for true love.Fiora, anxious about the possibility of Stanley running into Iris at the evening banquet, insisted on going with him. She made such a fuss that Stanley relented to save himself the headache.Inside the banquet hall, the soft lighting created a warm atmosphere, blending classical and modern art with exquisite wall paintings. Guests in elegant attire mingled, champagne glasses in hand, as laughter and the melodies of a live band filled the air. Stanley and Professor Aston were undoubtedly the banquet's center of attention. They were quickly surrounded upon their arrival.Fiora struggled to grasp the legal jargon being thrown around in their discussions, as she did not study law. After half an hour of forcing herself to listen, she could bear it no longer. She was a
Brad arrived at Iris' house precisely at ten past seven. Holding the lunchbox, he rang the doorbell. Iris had just woken up, still in her pajamas, and wondered who could possibly be at the door this early. Sometimes, if she weren't driving, Brad would pick her up at around ten to eight. He wouldn't come this early.When she opened the door, she found him dressed in smart casual attire — a suit jacket, trousers, and white sneakers. In the past, he would wear cool attires like casual pants with a hoodie or a leather jacket, but after accompanying Iris to court on formal occasions, he had adapted his wardrobe considerably. Although he still felt uncomfortable in formal wear, he looked much more mature than before."You're here so early?" Iris asked, surprised."When you're busy, you never eat properly," Brad replied, entering without hesitation. He knew the passcode to her house anyway, so he made himself at home. He walked directly to the dining table. "Go freshen up and change yo
"Are you really going to take on that case, by the way?" Brad asked Iris.Iris asked him back, "Why shouldn't I?""This kind of case could go viral online and attract public scrutiny. I'm worried you'll face backlash. Many people these days lack critical thinking and just follow the crowd," Brad expressed.Iris responded firmly, "I'm a lawyer. I just need to fulfill my duties and do my job well. If I have to weigh the pros and cons before taking on every case..." she turned to him, adding, "What would be the point of doing this job?"Brad fell silent for a moment, then conceded, "Yes, you're right. Don't worry, I'll be at your side."Iris poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "I don't need you to be at my side. You need to go independent.""I don't want to," Brad said, sticking close to her, as if afraid of being left behind."What? Are you just going to cling to me?" she asked."Yes, I am," he chuckled."By the way, I need some fruits but I don't have time to go to the superma
Brad was right, Fiora knew that now. Yet her personality made it difficult for her to apologize and admit her mistakes. When Brad tried to take a sip of water, she snatched the glass from him.Brad looked at her, speechless. Fiora lifted her chin defiantly. "Whether he cares about me or not is none of your business."Brad wanted to ask her if her head had been kicked by a donkey. Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you."Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze."My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is
Iris said, "Just shut up and order."Brad obediently picked up the menu.Fiora watched the exchange, somewhat shocked at how readily Brad complied with Iris' command.Before this, she and Brad had looked down on each other, and their mutual disdain was evident. She had always thought Brad was too wild and could not be easily controlled, yet here he was, completely under Iris' command. She wondered how Iris had managed to subdue such a wilful young man, especially given Brad's less-than-ideal character.Having spent considerable time with Iris, Brad knew her preferences in food. He ordered the dishes he knew she liked, along with some of his own favorites, before turning to Fiora. "What would you like?""Anything," Fiora replied, prompting Brad to place a random order for her.While they waited for the food, Fiora broached the topic that lingered between them. "About what happened before...""Let's not dwell on the past," Iris interjected. To her, an apology from Fiora held littl
Iris didn't stop. She felt that they weren't acquainted so there was nothing to talk about.Fiora chased after her, tugging on Brad's arm as she ran past him. "Help me out."Brad thus followed behind her, saying, "If she doesn't want to talk to you, don't force her..."Fiora shot him an annoyed glare. Brad was speechless. Why did she glare at him? She was still the same spoiled brat."Wait, I'm not here to be your enemy," Fiora called as she caught up with Iris.Iris had to cross the street, but the continuous flow of traffic forced her to stop, giving Fiora a chance to catch up to her."I just want to apologize," Fiora said.Iris turned back in surprise. Those unexpected words caught her off guard. She did not expect it from Fiora at all.Why would Fiora suddenly apologize to her?"I know Stanley's married now. He married that evil woman," Fiora continued.Learning that Stanley had married Wendy had changed Fiora's opinion of Iris, but it wasn't until last night that she t
When Iris opened the door, she was shocked to see that it was Samuel. "What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.Samuel replied, "Mr. Just is not in the country. He asked me to check on you. Do you need anything?"Jason had seen Iris' message, but she had deleted it before he could listen to it. Concerned about her, had sent Samuel to check if everything was alright since he was abroad.Iris tightened her grip on the doorknob. Something stirred in the bottom of her heart. She tried to sound calm as she said, "I'm fine.""I'll be in the country all month. If you need anything, feel free to call me," Samuel said, handing her his business card. "Here's my contact."Iris hesitated for a moment before taking it."Are you sure you're fine?" Samuel asked, noticing her pale complexion.Though Iris had forgotten about her stomach pain because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, her complexion gave away her condition. She forced a nod. "I'm fine. Really."Samuel studied her for a
Iris walked out of the shop with the cake in hand. When she spotted Renee, she ignored her.Renee finally recognized the qualities Iris possessed when she compared Iris to Wendy — Iris was cultured, well-mannered, polite and respected her elders."Iris," Renee called out involuntarily.Iris merely looked back for a second before getting into her car.Renee stood frozen in a daze. If Iris were still her daughter-in-law, she mused, she wouldn't have to endure this humiliation. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Wendy. She perceived Wendy as a devil. Wendy was the most evil person she had ever seen! She couldn't imagine how a person could be that evil.Yet, Renee never considered her own flaws while judging others.Renee's unexpected appearance did not make Iris feel anything. She entered a restaurant's private room with the cake. The private room was filled with Brad's friends. They were playfully teasing him, saying, "You don't race with us anymore. You barely even ha
Wendy stood up and gestured to the various luxury items she had purchased, sprawled across the couch. "Bring them up for me," she commanded, treating Renee like a servant."In your dreams!" Renee yelled back defiantly.Wendy leaned casually against the staircase railing, her expression filled with contempt. Cold and calculating, she resembled a predator, no trace of weakness remaining."Don't waste your breath with empty threats. You can't do anything to me. If anything happens to me, that video of you murdering someone will land in the police's hands. That boy will also receive a copy. When he learns who killed his mother after he grows up, there's no way he'll spare you. He'll send the Stein family into chaos. The video will also be leaked to the media, exposing your crime to the world. It'll become a scandal for the Stein family, and the family business' stocks will plummet as a result. And your dear husband, the person you care about the most? When he finds out that his lover di
Iris was in no mood to talk. Yvonne shook her gently, asking, "Do you want me to take you out to relax?""Not interested," Iris replied, looking visibly exhausted.When the takeout arrived, she only picked at her food, taking just a few bites before losing interest.It wasn't that the food wasn't tasty; she simply had no appetite.Yvonne received a phone call. She asked Iris if she wanted to join her. Iris declined."Then I'll see you next time," Yvonne said while getting up."Mmh," Iris responded absentmindedly.After Yvonne left, Iris packed up the food and decided to go to bed early.The day of the trial arrived as scheduled. Despite her best efforts, the trial proved challenging, and the outcome was not what she had hoped for. The client commented, "Honestly, it's better than what I expected. There's a big difference between five years and ten years. I'll reform well, show good behavior, and try to get released early."Iris remained silent. The outcome wasn't satisfactor