"Didn't I mention before that I was in a relationship? Well, my parents somehow found him, gave him some money, and sent him away. In a way, they filtered out the bad ones for me. I guess dating me makes guys rich overnight. I must be a good luck charm," Wendy laughed, giving me a playful look. "Jen, we can't keep giving away this fortune to outsiders. How about I publicly express my interest in you? You'll be the richest of them all.""Let's not," I chuckled. "I'm afraid of having money but not the freedom to enjoy it. If your dad finds out we're deceiving him, he'll be furious." We chatted back and forth on our way to the courthouse, a journey that felt both long and short. I was torn between wanting to reach the court quickly to leave the past behind and dreading the painful memories that the trial would undoubtedly bring back.As the car turned onto Main Street, I straightened up at the sight of the courthouse with its imposing facade.The crowd outside was bustling. I took a
"Mr. Walker contacted me last night," Taylor said, indicating that she hadn't seen Luke either. "There are many reporters at the courthouse entrance, so we've arranged to use the internal passage. I'll take you inside.""If I had known we could use the internal passage, I wouldn't have made Jen so nervous. My bad.""It's my fault for not communicating with Ms. Middleton in time," Taylor took the blame."Taylor has done a great job," I said, pulling Wendy along. Wendy, who seemed ready to shout at the reporters camped at the entrance, reluctantly followed Taylor. She then asked, "If Max doesn't accept the verdict, is it likely he'll appeal?""With all the evidence against him, does he have the nerve to appeal? If I were the judge, I'd hammer him down in a second!"Wendy was an expert at spotting bad men. Throughout my relationship with Max, she interacted with him several times and never saw through his facade. When his true nature was revealed, Wendy felt deeply responsible, belie
"Sit down," the bailiff ordered sternly.Max stood his ground, defying the bailiff as he scanned the courtroom, his expression growing darker. He knew his family well and held no expectations for his three sisters and their husbands. I figured he was searching for Cindy.Max always believed he had everything under control, thinking that both Cindy and I were devoted to him. Even when I exposed Cindy's true motives for being with him, he remained delusional.Today, Cindy was absent, crushing his last hope.He struggled against the bailiff's grip, his exaggerated reaction catching the attention of the media, cameras flashing all around him."Stop taking pictures! None of you are allowed to film! I demand a closed trial!" Max's composure was crumbling under the relentless flashes."Your request has been denied," the bailiff reminded him."I demand it again!" Max roared incessantly.Having risen from poverty through cunning and manipulation, he had become an object of envy. Now, as
The courtroom filled with whispers as a sudden commotion erupted. I tried to calm Wendy down while Luke slowly stood up.Memories of Luke kicking Max's brother-in-law away at my front door flashed through my mind. We were in court now, repeating that action would cause serious trouble.Panic set in as I saw Luke starting to lift his foot. I turned and hugged his waist. "He's just venting because he's angry. Don't fall for his tricks!"Max was pretending to break down, hoping to provoke us into making a mistake and delay the trial. My brief satisfaction turned to anger as I realized his plan. I tightened my grip on Luke's arm.Luke froze in place, his tall frame stiffening slightly. His tense, handsome face softened a bit as he looked down at my arms around his waist. He raised his hand, then shoved it into his pocket, glancing at the nearby photographers. "Ms. Smith is on your left. You're hugging the wrong person," he murmured."Jen, you've got your left and right mixed up again.
"Is Max actually sick?" "Yes, it's true."During the trial, Max suddenly collapsed and was immediately rushed to the hospital, abruptly ending the proceedings that had just begun.Stephen informed us that Max had suffered from an allergic reaction and was still unconscious.Max was cunning, and although I didn't want to believe it, the hospital's diagnosis couldn't be faked.Given his condition, it was uncertain when the next trial would take place.While Max was being transported to the hospital, Wendy and I waited for news at a nearby coffee shop. I absentmindedly stirred my oat milk latte."I hope he never wakes up! Hopefully, he'll be trapped in locked-in syndrome, conscious but confined to bed forever. That would be worse than death.""He's broke now. Keeping him in the hospital would just waste public resources.""True. Every breath he takes is a waste, considering the kind of person he is." Wendy's phone rang. She glanced at it and said, "Jen, let's change the subject
I turned towards the sound and it was a white luxury car. The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing Luke's sharp profile. The dim streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, softening his typically cold demeanor.Memories of the courtroom flashed in my mind as I forced myself to stay calm. "Mr. Walker," I greeted him and hurried away."Wait.""Mr. Walker, is there something else?""It's not office hours. You don't need to call me that.""Alright, Luke," I corrected myself, sensing the subtle yet undeniable pressure in his tone.He leaned over and grabbed a shopping bag from the passenger seat, handing it to me through the window.I glanced at the bag. "What's this?""Teuscher. Your father asked me to bring back a few boxes before his accident. I didn't have time to buy them before I returned.""My dad is no longer here."Luke was a man of his word. The box he gave me earlier contained Teuscher chocolates—my favorite truffle chocolates. They were always a staple in
When I entered the living room, I saw Luke's black suit jacket and tie draped over the armrest of the sofa. He came out of the kitchen holding a bottle of water, casually unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. The simple act was so effortlessly graceful that I couldn't help but steal a few glances.I used to be completely focused on Max. People often said that Luke and Max were equally matched, but I believed Max was sunny, gentle, and approachable, far more perfect than the aloof and unattainable Luke.However, once Max's facade was torn away, revealing his dark, violent, and selfish nature, I realized that comparing Luke to him was an insult."Mr. Walker, I'm here to pick up some things for Marianne," I said, explaining my presence when Luke looked at me.Luke unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. "Calvin told you the password. Remember it. In the future, if you need anything, you can come in directly without ringing the doorbell."Was Luke implying that I cou
I must stay awake. I still need to inform Luke about tomorrow's schedule. I attempted to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Despite my efforts, I eventually succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and drifted off to sleep.When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I lazily rolled around in bed, hugging the blanket. It felt so satisfying to be well-rested!With my face buried in the blanket, I reached for the alarm clock on the bedside table to check the time. But where was the alarm clock?I fumbled around the bedside table, unable to find it. Confused, I lifted my head."Why is my bedside table black?"My old bedroom had a warm color scheme, with a light pink bedside table adorned with three small plush toys. The table in front of me was bare and unfamiliar.I froze for a moment, noticing the matching dark wooden floor. Suddenly, I sat up straight.Last night, I had fallen asleep before reporting the work schedule to Luke. With a secretary as unreliable