All Chapters of LOVE LOST, LOVE FOUND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I want to judge the defendant by force divorce as compensation for what he did to the victim. But if he opposes the decision I demand, he will have to pay every penalty as a charge for the harm he did to my client.” After I said that, I turned to look to my right, where my client's husband was. They have been together as a couple for more than five years, but I heard from Kaye that her husband abuses her and that he comes home drunk every night, so he often pours out his anger or his stress at work to her. She wants nothing more than to divorce him, but her husband, Wendell, does not agree with her. In order to grant her request, I scared him a little bit that we will file a case against him if he does not sign the divorce paper and the punishment that he can receive is greater than he thought besides that he will also have to pay a large amount for on Kaye's hospital bills and some other things he should pay her. It seems that he felt fear from what I said, so he immediately signed

“Hon, what do you want me to cook for our dinner tonight?” I'm currently shopping for groceries inside the market while I'm talking on the phone with my husband, and I'm gently pushing the big cart with my other hand.“I'm sorry, but it looks like I'll be able to get home late today because we have plenty of patients to treat here. The bus they're riding in crashed into a pole, so we're flooded with patients today. I'm deeply sorry.” I can feel in his voice that he is busy with his work and he looks tired, but he needs to be strong for his patients, especially since he is one of their expectations in the hospital. He is not just a staff member of that hospital, but he is a doctor. That's why I understand his situation and I also know that his patient are more important to him than me and that is one of the replacements for the decisions I made since I married him. That's why even though I feel sad because I won't be able to eat dinner with him again tonight, I just tried to put a smil

As I stood there, frozen in shock, Gael and Kaye slowly turned to face me. Gael's eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt and apology, while Kaye's eyes seemed to be filled with a mixture of fear and shame."Cynthia, I..." Gael started to say, but I cut him off."Don't bother explaining, Gael. I think I've seen enough," I said, my voice cold and detached.I turned to leave, but Gael quickly grabbed my arm, holding me back."Cynthia, please listen to me. It's not what you think," Gael pleaded, but I shook my head."I don't want to hear it, Gael. Just let me go," I said, trying to pull my arm free.But Gael held tight, his grip firm but gentle."Cynthia, I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you," Gael said, his eyes locked on mine.But I just laughed, a cold, bitter laugh."Save it, Gael. I'm not buying it," I said, finally managing to pull my arm free.I turned and walked away, leaving Gael and Kaye standing alone in the gallery room. I didn't know where I was going, but I kn

As I walked into the house, I was greeted by the aroma of cooking food. Gael was standing in the kitchen, a spatula in his hand, a look of concern etched on his face."Hey, I'm glad you're home," he said, trying to sound cheerful. "I made your favorite dinner, chicken parmesan."I didn't respond. I just walked past him, into the living room, and sat down on the couch. I didn't even look at him, didn't acknowledge his presence.Gael seemed taken aback by my cold treatment. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the living room, a plate of food in his hand."Cynthia, please eat something," he said, setting the plate down in front of me. "You must be starving."I didn't respond. I just sat there, staring blankly at the wall, ignoring him.Gael sighed, then sat down next to me on the couch. He put a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, but I shook it off."Cynthia, please talk to me," he said, his voice soft and pleading. "I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry. I'll do anything t

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I was going to get through this day, no matter what. I was going to go to work, do my job to the best of my ability, and then come home and start figuring out my next steps. I stood up, smoothing out my dress and gathering my things. I took one last look in the mirror, making sure I looked professional and put-together. Then, I headed out the door and started my commute to work. As I walked to the office, I felt a sense of familiarity wash over me. This was my routine, my normal. I had been doing this for years, and it was comforting to know that some things in my life were still the same. When I arrived at the office, I was greeted by my assistant, who was busy typing away on her computer. "Good morning, Cynthia," she said, looking up at me with a smile. "You have a meeting with the Johnsons at 10am. I've got all the files ready for you." I nodded, taking the files from her. "Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it." As