Isabella sat cautiously on the brink of the leather sofa, her hands clasped firmly in her lap. The busy law firm hallway felt cramped, with each glance in her direction expressing implicit condemnation. She approached the receptionist's desk for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Excuse me," Isabella said meekly. "I was wondering if—" The receptionist interrupted her in the middle of her statement with a fake smile. ”Sorry Mrs. Stone, but like I told you earlier, all our attorneys in the firm are busy at the moment, if you would like to leave your details we can fit you in.” “Please,” Isabella said softly. This is on the emergency level, all I need is to talk to someone for a few minutes. The face of the receptionist remained static with the same charming smile as earlier. "I hear you but it’s beyond my control. Perhaps you'd like to try another firm?" Isabella, beaten down, returned to her seat. Her phone buzzed non-stop in her purse. She pulled it out with shaking hands, shuddering at the stream of venomous words that filled her screen. "Liar." "How dare you drag our family's name through the mud?" "You'll pay for this, Isabella." She was about to turn off her phone when it began to ring. Her mother's name flashed on the screen. Taking a deep breath, Isabella answered. "Hello, Mom—" "How could you?" her mother's shrill voice cut through. "After everything they have done for you! Divorce Richard? Have you lost your mind?" Isabella's voice quavered. "Mom, please listen. It's not what you think—" "Not what I think?" her mother scoffed. "Richard told us everything. How you've been unstable, how you've mistreated his family. And now you want a divorce? You ungrateful girl!" "That's not true!" Isabella protested, her voice rising. Heads turned in the lobby, and she lowered her voice. "Mom, Richard is lying. He's the one who—" "Enough!" her mother snapped. "You listen to me, Isabella. You will apologize to Richard and his family. And don't even think about keeping a penny of their money. You hear me?" The line went dead. Isabella looked at her phone, tears building in her eyes. With trembling fingers, she restricted her parent and brother's numbers before turning off her phone. Behind her, hushed words rang through the air. "That's her, right? Richard Stone's wife?" "The nerve of that woman, coming here after what she has done." "I heard from my cousin who works at the country club," a young intern said excitedly to her colleagues. "Apparently, Isabella tried to push her pregnant cousin down the stairs!" Gasps of shock rippled through the small group. "No way!" one exclaimed. "That's horrible!" "I know, right?" the intern continued, revelling in the attention. "And get this, when Richard questioned her about it, she went crazy. She threw objects and cursed at the apex of her lungs. The neighbours called the police!" Isabella's hands tightened into fists, her nails piercing into her palms. How could they believe such lies? How could they spread these vicious rumours without a shred of evidence? A distinguished-looking older attorney shook his head as he passed by. "In my day, women knew their place. This one should be grateful for the life Richard's given her. Instead, she bites the hand that feeds her." Isabella hunched her shoulders, trying to make herself smaller. A man in an expensive suit shook his head. "No self-respecting lawyer would take her case. It's career suicide." His companion nodded. "Richard Stone's not an easy man to cross. Besides, who knows what skeletons she's hiding? These poor folks, always playing their games." "Exactly," a woman chimed in. "For all we know, she's just as bad as him. Probably fighting over money." The whispers continued, each word a dagger in Isabella's heart. She was considering fleeing when a stern-faced man approached her. "Mrs. Stone?" he said, his voice clipped. "I'm Mr Garrett, the office manager. I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave." Isabella stood, her legs unsteady. "Please, I just need to speak with a lawyer. Anyone. It's urgent." Mr. Garrett's lip curled. "Mrs Stone, let's be realistic. Even if you are, as you proclaim, untainted what can you provide? You're a destitute woman with a shattered reputation facing one of the city's most powerful families. "But I—" Isabella started. "If you were sensible," he continued, speaking over her, "you'd go home, apologize to your husband, and be grateful he hasn't pressed charges. Now, please leave before I'm forced to call security." Isabella felt the room spin. This couldn't be happening. She opened her mouth to protest when a strong, clear voice cut through the lobby. "That won't be necessary, Mr. Garrett. I'll take Mrs Stone's case." All heads turned to see a tall, impeccably dressed man striding towards them. Isabella recognized him immediately – The guy from the Stone’s celebration dinner. Mr Garrett sputtered. "Mr Donovan, what are you doing here? This woman—" "Is a potential client," Seth finished firmly. He turned to Isabella, his expression softening. "Mrs Stone, if you'd like to discuss your case, I have some time now. My office is just a few blocks away." Isabella nodded, hardly daring to believe this turn of events. As Seth led her towards the exit, the lobby erupted into a flurry of whispers. "Mr Donovan interested in her case?" a junior associate hissed to his colleague. "Is he out of his mind?" The colleague shook her head. "Seth has never lost a case. Why would he risk his perfect record on...her?" A paralegal leaned in. "Maybe he knows something we don't. Remember the Westside scandal? Everyone thought that was cut and dry until Seth got involved." "Still," another lawyer chimed in, "The Stones aren't just any family. They've got their fingers in every pie in this city. Seth's playing with fire." Near the reception, two older attorneys were engaged in a heated discussion. Each coming up with their own theory. "It's the trust fund," one of them said confidently. "That's the reason for all this drama. The Stones set up a hefty one when Isabella married Richard." His companion nodded. "Ah, that makes sense. They probably want to nullify it and claim she violated the terms. Classic rich people problems." As they neared the exit, Isabella overheard a final, chilling exchange. "You don't think...Mr Donovan could be in on it, do you?" a young intern whispered. Her supervisor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "Well, if Isabella really does know something damaging about the Stones...maybe Seth is trying to control the narrative. Keep it all hush-hush." The supervisor considered this. "Interesting theory. But Seth has always been a straight shooter. Then again, in this town, you never know..." "Ten bucks says he drops the case within a week," someone called out. "Twenty says the Stones crush him like a bug," another retorted. Just before they reached the door, Mr Garrett called out. "Mr Donovan, a word?" Seth nodded to Isabella. "Please, wait for me outside. I'll be with you shortly." As Isabella stepped out, she heard Mr Garrett's urgent whisper. "Seth, are you absolutely sure about this? There are rumours...things that could compromise—" "Thank you for your concern, Lawrence," Seth cut him off smoothly. "But I think I'll be the judge of that. Now, if you could excuse me, my prospective client is waiting." Outside, Isabella's mind struggled with what she'd heard. Trust funds, damaging information, hidden agendas – it was all so overwhelming. Seth joined her a moment later. "My car's this way," he said, gesturing down the street. "We'll have more privacy to discuss your case at my office."They reached a shiny towering building and Seth pointed at the door.“This is us,” he told her, gesturing to the doorway. No words were exchanged as they both rode the elevator together to Seth’s office. Isabella couldn't help but wonder, Why a man who had barely interacted with her would offer his assistance when all others had abandoned her. As soon as the door closed behind them, Seth gestured for Isabella to sit on one of the chairs opposite his desk. He undid his tie a little and looked her straight in the eyes, though his face seemed rather formal but benign. “Mrs Stone or may I say Isabella?” She merely looked up and nodded. He continued “I am sure you are quite puzzled as to why I have decided to take up your case.” Biting her lip, Isabella’s hands fisted in her lap. She nodded her head slightly and whispered, “The question had crossed my mind.” Seth propped his forearms on the surface of the desk, adopting a more serious posture. "Okay Isabella, let me be blunt with you.
Richard and Isabella pulled up to his parents' grand house. It was their fifth wedding anniversary, but Richard hadn't said a word about it all day. As they got out of the car, Isabella tried one last time to remind him. "Richard," she said softly, "do you know what day it is?" He checked his watch. "It's Friday. Come on, we're already late for the celebration dinner." Isabella's heart sank. He had forgotten completely. She had planned a special dinner at home, but Richard insisted they come to his parents' house instead. Now she was stuck at the last place she wanted to be on her anniversary. "Hurry up," Richard snapped as he strode to the front door. Isabella followed behind, holding back tears. This was not how she imagined celebrating five years of marriage. But she put on a brave face as Richard rang the doorbell, preparing herself for another difficult evening with her in-laws. Isabella's pulse raced as she heard footsteps coming from inside. The door slid wide, showing Mrs
It wasn't until late at night that Richard entered the room, reeking of alcohol. He threw his clothes across the room before collapsing on the bed. Isabella sat in the dimly lighted room and silently picked up the scattered clothes. As she folded them, she saw a lipstick stain on Richard's shirt collar. Her hands trembled as she turned towards him. "Richard, what's this stain on your shirt?" Richard grumbled and barely lifted his head. "I don’t know, Isabella. I was busy networking all night." Isabella's heart sank. Richard shot her a sharp look. "You know, I was left to socialize alone while you vanished. Where did you go? Did you return without me for some reason you don’t want me to know about?" Isabella's eyes filled with tears. "I stayed at the party for as long as I could but you were nowhere to be seen.” Richard sat up, glaring at her. "You could have at least tried to find me. Instead, you made it seem like you were up to something." Isabella took a shaky breath,
"Did you just say 'Eliza?'" Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with shock and dawning horror. Richard’s face turned pale. “Isabella, wait. I can explain.” “Explain what, Richard? That you’ve been fantasising about sleeping with my cou—” Isabella paused, then stared at Richard as if she was trying to read his mind. “Are you sleeping with Eliza?” Richard stared at her without saying a word.“Oh my God! You are sleeping with my cousin.” “I didn’t say that,” Richard replied defensively. “But you didn’t deny it either. Oh God. Richard, that is my cousin.” Isabella’s voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks. Richard’s expression hardened into a sneer. “Well, if you could have given me a child, this wouldn’t have happened.” Isabella felt a surge of anger. “You can’t blame me for your infidelity. Our inability to have a child has nothing to do with your philandering dick.” “Isa, watch your tone, don't you dare speak to me in such a tone!” Richard snapped, his voice
Isabella was heartbroken. She curled up in a corner and cried her eyes out. She couldn't sleep throughout the night. "She was probably a bad person in her former life to deserve this kind of fate," she figured She had been trying to reach Richard for hours, but no one answered. “Richard! Richard!” She called out repeatedly, but no one responded.How much time had passed? It should be evening by now. Wasn't the butler and the housekeeper around? Isabella felt enveloped by an endless darkness. The entire house was eerily silent, like a tomb, like her marriage.Isabella recalled how, over the years, she had obeyed Richard's every wish. Since Richard didn't like her to be in the spotlight, she appeared rarely in public. Richard often said the media were opportunistic and advised her to avoid journalists, so she kept quiet. Richard didn't like her interacting with others, claiming it made him jealous, so she devoted all her time to him.Now, the illusion shattered around her. Richard's co
Isabella stared at Richard, shocked by his harsh tone. "What are you talking about?" she asked, panic in her voice. "I give you my trust, my love, my youth, and even my career, and now you say this to me?"Richard's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Well, I'm not done talking, your family has been taking money from me for years. In your name and if you must leave you have to pay up. You don't believe me? Let's call them."After a revealing phone call with Isabella's brother James, who coldly dismissed her concerns, Isabella's hand shook. She turned to Richard, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and anguish. "You've turned my own family against me," she whispered. Richard shrugged, seemingly bored with the drama "I merely gave them what they wanted. Money talks, Isabella.""So what now?" she asked, her voice hollow."Do as you're told or repay every cent I've invested in you and your parasitic family."Isabella laughed bitterly. "And where am I supposed to get that kind of money? You
The steady tapping of fingers on the keyboard filled the quiet office. Seth Donovan the youthful thirty-two-year-old chief executive officer, was acknowledged as one of the most eloquent legal minds in the industry. A soft knock interrupted his focus. “Come in,” he barked without even lifting his head. He was so engrossed in his monitor. The door opened and Edward entered the room dressed in casual clothes; he was Seth’s right hand and a reliable friend. Edward ran a hand through his hair, a habit Seth recognized as a sign of stress. "We've got a situation, Seth. It's about Stone Enterprises." Seth leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening. "Richard Stone. What's he up to now?" Edward dropped a thick file on Seth's desk. "It's worse than we thought.” Seth glanced through the file, his frown becoming more profound with each page. The headlines screamed accusations: "Toxic Work Environment at Donovan Corp," "Top Talent Fleeing Seth Donovan's Sinking Ship." "It gets worse,
Seth was deeply engrossed in reviewing a contract when Edward burst through the door, his usually impeccable appearance dishevelled, tie-crooked. "Seth," he gasped, clutching the doorframe. "You have to see this. Now." Seth looked up from his computer, irritation flickering across his face. “Edward, I'm in the middle of—" "Trust me," Edward cut him off, snatching the remote from Seth's desk. "This is more important." The huge screen on the wall came to life, flooding the room with mayhem. Seth's eyes grew wider as he saw the situation. "Is that..." he asked, springing from his chair. Edward nodded grimly. "Isabella Stone. Richard's wife." Isabella appeared on screen surrounded by reporters, microphones rammed into her face. Her hair was dishevelled and twisted. She wrapped her coat around herself like an armour. The camera draws near and you can see the fear and helplessness when she tries to deal with the interrogative inquiries being thrown at her. One of the reporters ask