All Chapters of The Art of Deception: 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

Mental cases like mine are called hemophobia. In other words, I'm afraid of the color red, or I have a phobia of blood. When I was sixteen years old, I witnessed my parents divorce and I also witnessed my mother commit suicide. I was just a high school student at the time, and we had just finished our class when I went home. When I opened the door, it was very dark in the living room, in the kitchen and everywhere I looked. I see nothing but darkness. I walk slowly while resting my hand on the wall and repeatedly call my parents. Until I opened the door of a room, and then I turned on the light switch, there I found my mother lying on the floor as she bathed in her own blood. Since then, the sight of blood has become my weakness and every time I see it I remember what I saw that day, my mother's appearance that night comes back to me. Every time that happens I find it hard to breathe, I panic and I hear horrible voices around me, so they think I'm going crazy. My father also found out

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

As I sat at my desk, trying to process everything I had learned about Kaye, I couldn't help but wonder if my husband Gael knew about her past. Did he know about her history of manipulation and deception? Did he know about her troubled childhood and her tendency to use men for her own gain?I thought about Gael's character, about the kind of man he was. He was a successful businessman, confident and charming. He was the kind of man who always got what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to use his wealth and influence to get it.But Gael was also a man with a strong sense of pride and class. He came from a wealthy family, and he had always been surrounded by the finer things in life. He was a man who valued elegance and sophistication, and he wouldn't hesitate to dismiss anyone who didn't meet his high standards.As I thought about Gael's character, I wondered if he would even be interested in someone like Kaye. Kaye was a woman from a lower class, a woman who had struggled to make ends me

As I sat there, listening to the stranger's words, I found myself feeling a sense of curiosity about him. Who was this man, who seemed to understand me so well? What was his story, his history?I nodded to him, my eyes still fixed on my drink, but my voice a little stronger now. "Have you ever felt betrayed?" I asked, my question hanging in the air like a challenge.The stranger paused, his eyes clouding over for a moment. And then, in a low, rough voice, he began to speak."Yes," he said. "I have felt betrayed. It was a long time ago, but it still feels like yesterday."He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. "I was in a relationship with someone I thought I could trust. We were together for a few years, and everything seemed perfect. But then, I found out that she was cheating on me. With my best friend, of all people."His voice was bitter, laced with pain and anger. "I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I c