Julian Thorne, a man who never cared about holidays, unexpectedly ordered me a milk tea on the first day of autumn. But he sent it to my old workplace. My former colleague called me: "Your husband is quite the romantic, sending reminders to us ex-colleagues even on minor holidays." "But, how come the famous Lawyer Thorne only got you a one-dollar bubble tea?" I heard a hint of mockery in her teasing tone. Hanging up the phone, I looked at his young assistant's Instagram post. "Thanks to the boss for transferring 520,000 dollars to me, telling me to buy out the whole milk tea shop." In the chat screenshot, the profile picture she deliberately forgot to blur out was the cartoon couple avatar he had suddenly changed to a few days ago. My ex-colleague deliberately mailed that cup of milk tea to me via same-city express. Holding the half-finished, sticky milk tea, I thought about our marriage. A pity to throw away, but uncomfortable to hold. 1 Holding this half-cup of milk tea that I didn't know whether to toss or drink, I arrived at Julian Thorne's law firm. Pushing open the office door, the laughter inside stopped abruptly. Fiona Hill's hand hurriedly retracted from his waist. The doting smile on his face vanished, replaced by a slight frown. Fiona passed by me, giving me an unnatural smile: "Mrs. Thorne, you chat with Mr. Thorne. I'll get back to work!" I stopped her. "Please return the 520,000 dollars you received. That is the joint property of my husband and me." "You're a young girl; you wouldn't want people calling you a mistress, right?" Fiona's eyes reddened as she looked back at Julian aggrievedly. Julian's face darkened, and he pulled me over. "You open your mouth and try to ruin a young girl's reputation?" "She's been working hard lately. This is a reward from the firm." Looking at his anxious defense, he seemed to have forgotten. A few days ago, when I was helping him negotiate a partnership with a client, the client's wife rushed in, splashed coffee all over me, and cursed me out. He only advised me lightly to endure it for the sake of the firm. I shook off his hand and looked straight at him. "Is it a reward from the firm or... a personal reward from you?" "If it's a firm reward, please go through the company account." "At least finance should check if they want to sign off on this." He, an eloquent lawyer, was speechless at this moment. I wished he would argue and explain to me. Even like when the firm was first established. He hugged me tightly from behind and promised: "Honey, a mysterious investor took a fancy to my talent and injected capital into the firm." "From now on, you manage the accounts for both home and the firm. I want to be a henpecked husband who asks you for money." But now he just stood there with a cold face, and there was even a trace of imperceptible disgust in his eyes. Fiona bit her lip lightly and took out her phone helplessly. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't misunderstand. Mr. Thorne just takes care of me because I'm young." "I'll return the money right away!" Watching Fiona finish the operation and run out wiping tears. Julian looked at me coldly. "Are you satisfied now?" "Sarah, bullying a young girl with the title of Mrs. Thorne, you're really capable." "Do you need that 520,000 dollars so badly?" It wasn't the first time I heard such a mocking tone. Last time, he lent my car to Fiona without saying hello. When I found out, he had the same demeanor. "Is it necessary to be so petty?" "It's just sitting there anyway." "Letting Fiona drive it for a few days can even help maintain it for you." His charitable tone made it seem like I should thank his little assistant. 2 At the time, I wanted to ask him if he, as a husband, was also "just sitting there" and needed to be lent to her too? But I held back. I placed the half-cup of milk tea on his desk. My eyes were moist. "Julian, let's get a divorce!" His eyes flickered slightly, unable to control his anger anymore. "Just because I transferred 520,000 dollars to Fiona as a reward?" "Sarah, can you stop being unreasonable?" "I'm getting busy. If you have nothing to do, you might as well go home and figure out how to give the Thorne family a son." Watching him impatiently issue the eviction order. My heart stung painfully. Seven years ago, just graduated from college, I was pregnant with his child. After his business failed, he hugged me and choked up: "I want to keep him too." "But Sarah, I can't even afford an abortion now. How can I afford to raise a child?" Waking up from the surgery, I cried bitterly, hurting my body fundamentally. He knew all this; he clearly knew! I held back the tears that were about to burst out and spoke stubbornly: "Why don't you check where you sent the milk tea you ordered for me?" He took out his phone doubtfully, then snorted coldly. "Isn't it just forgetting to change the address?" "You used to say I wasn't romantic. Now that I am romantic for once, you're finding fault." "When did you become so dramatic?" He dismissed me perfunctorily as usual. "Alright, alright, I'll have dinner with you tonight, okay?" Watching him sit at his desk, too lazy to even lift his head. He had long forgotten the resignation letter he mailed to my former workplace for me. Also forgotten how he proudly called me. His voice loud and clear, penetrating the entire office area. "Sarah, my law firm is taking shape. I can finally boldly say I'll support you." "I want those snobbish colleagues who usually look down on you to be envious and jealous." But I didn't expect that the second time he used this address, it would only bring me humiliation. I knew it was useless to say more and left silently. Turning around at the door, I saw him disgustedly throw that half-cup of milk tea into the trash can. Before I even walked home, Julian's message came. "Have a social engagement tonight." Prepared in my heart, I still felt a sense of loss and sadness. Since he recruited Fiona, the little assistant. Late returns and broken promises had become common. I had complained. He retorted impatiently. "I have to work and train newcomers." "I'm tired. Can't you understand me?" "Do you think everyone is like you, doing nothing all day, watching TV, and shopping?" Before I could put away my phone. Fiona's provocative message also came in. "Sarah, why check my Moments sneakily?" "After you left, Mr. Thorne bought me a diamond necklace to apologize. The price is also 520,000 dollars." Looking at the photo she sent. It was actually the one I took a fancy to when Julian invited me to the mall a few days ago, which was rare. When I wanted to buy it, he refused me. "You stay at home all day. Who are you wearing it for?" Only now did I know he just treated me as a female who could give him advice. I covered my breathless chest and quickly took a screenshot. Just after I finished screenshotting, she recalled all the messages. After getting home, I lay on the bed in a daze, groggily answering the phone that kept ringing. A low and deep voice came into my ears. "You asked a former suitor to handle your divorce case?" "Sarah, you're really something." Recognizing it was Caden Sterling, I remembered. Before going to Julian's law firm, I contacted him first. 3 Unable to respond to him, I whimpered in discomfort, cold sweat soaking the sheets. The voice on the phone became urgent and angry. "Sarah, are you sick?" "Where is Julian?" "Don't hang up, wait for me." I had a fever. I only knew there was someone by my side silently and carefully taking care of me. A tear inexplicably spilled from the corner of my eye. Julian still cared about me. I slept peacefully until dawn. Thinking of the gentle and careful care last night, the suppressed corners of my mouth rose slightly. Walking to the living room, I stood frozen there. Julian was thoughtfully covering Fiona, who was lying on the sofa, with a blanket. He lowered his head, staring obsessively at her luscious lips. At the moment he was about to touch them, he pulled away in a panic. Turning his head to see me, he explained somewhat unnaturally. "Fiona got drunk accompanying me to a social event last night. I could only bring her back." After speaking, he urged me continuously. "Aren't you best at making hangover soup? Go make a bowl now." Hangover soup? That was the recipe I shamelessly asked Caden for, just because I was worried about his health. I clenched my fists tight. Nails digging into my flesh, feeling nothing. He urged impatiently again. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make it!" I looked at him trembling and spoke. "Julian, how can you take care of two women in one night?" He was slightly stunned, looking at me bafflingly. "What two women?" "I just brought Fiona back..." Only then did he see my pale face, walked over and reached out his hand. "You're sick?" I dodged subconsciously. My mind was in chaos. If it wasn't him last night, who was it? He withdrew his hand frozen in the air. "Sarah, did you take a cold shower again last night?" "To get my attention, you really have all sorts of tricks." "Are you still the carefree Sarah from before? Can you stop being so dramatic?" I took an uncontrollable step back, my pale face losing even more color. Seven years ago, he blushed and asked me to be his girlfriend. "Sarah, you know what? You're like the sun. I feel comfortable and relaxed with you." Five years ago, he hugged me tightly out of jealousy. "Sarah, can you care about me a little more?" "I can't stand your indifferent look all day. I am your property." Three years ago, he coldly left me alone in the hospital. "Sarah, yesterday you had a stomachache, today you have a cold. Tomorrow are you going to say you have a terminal illness?" "You're so old, how come you're not as understanding as Fiona?" When I loved him more and more. He seemed to love me less! Seemingly unable to see my sadness, he grabbed my wrist hard and pushed me into the kitchen. "Hurry up. Fiona and I have to go to work later." "Unlike you, like a parasite, doing nothing all day." The kitchen door was slammed shut with a "bang". I was isolated inside alone. Like being sealed in an airtight box, the air was thin. My body went limp, and I curled up in a corner. He even forgot I had claustrophobia. Tears could no longer be controlled, flowing like a broken dam. Looking at "Mom" flashing continuously on the phone. I hurriedly wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. "Sarah, your dad has been sued. Hurry up and bring Julian over." Mom's anxious voice came from the phone. I stumbled open the kitchen door and ran out. But the empty living room was already devoid of anyone. 4 I called Julian. He answered after a long time. "Making a hangover soup is like killing you." "Fiona was woken up by you. I'm taking her to get some breakfast now. Stop causing trouble." Before I could speak, he hung up coldly. I adjusted my emotions and rushed home anxiously. Mom started crying as soon as she saw me. "Sarah, your dad just scratched his leg on the bus, and the girl sitting opposite him accused him of sexual harassment." "How old is your dad? How can he bear such a stigma?" "But with Julian, a big lawyer, here, we must actively respond to the lawsuit. We are not afraid." Perhaps he also received Mom's call. Julian arrived in a hurry. Like a qualified son-in-law, he methodically comforted Mom. Watching his steadiness and composure, I seemed to see a pillar of support. When the court session opened, I held Mom's hand tightly. Looking in disbelief as he held Fiona's hand and actually walked to the plaintiff's seat. He looked at me righteously. "I won't bend the law for personal relationships. As a lawyer, I will definitely stand on the side of justice." "If your dad made a mistake, he should be punished as he deserves." I didn't expect that the girl suing my father was actually Fiona. Because Fiona was defended by him, the best lawyer in North City, we lost the first trial. Walking out of the court. Reporters crowded the entrance, attacking my father with the most vicious language. "So old and still disrespectful?" "It's not that the old turn bad, but the bad grow old." "You have a daughter too. Do you have dirty thoughts about your own daughter?" Onlookers pointed at our family even more. "Looking decent and kind, how could he do such obscene things?" "The girl is kind-hearted, only asking him to kneel and apologize. That's already saving him face." "In my opinion, he should be locked up and drop the soap in prison." Someone even ran up to my father and spat on his face. My father, a university professor, couldn't bear it and spat out a mouthful of blood. I supported my father's crumbling body. Julian walked past us expressionlessly. He just snorted coldly. "A family of drama queens." Then he left heartlessly. Fiona walked over slowly from behind him, leaning close to me. "Sarah, how can an incompetent housewife like you still have the face to cling to Mr. Thorne and suck his blood?" "This is just a small lesson. I hope you can take the initiative to divorce Mr. Thorne." "Besides..." She raised the corner of her mouth: "I'm pregnant. It's Julian's." After speaking, she proudly got into the passenger seat that used to belong to me. "Before the case is completely over, I don't mind bringing the Sterling legal team to sue you reporters for defamation and completely ban you from this industry." "Including you passersby who insult others without knowing the situation, I will settle accounts one by one." When I was in despair, a stern warning sounded. Immediately, those reporters were silent as cicadas in winter. The crowd also dispersed muttering. With hazy eyes, I looked up. It was Caden. Julian just walked into the company. A subordinate pulled a cart piled with mail as tall as a person, running in panic. "Mr. Thorne, bad news. The firm received a huge pile of lawsuit documents." He sat proudly in his chair. "This is a good thing. It proves our firm's business is increasing and we are about to soar in North City." Fiona excitedly helped move those documents down. The subordinate spoke carefully: "But Mr. Thorne..." "These documents are all suing you and Assistant Hill."
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