The sky fell. One second, I was at a victory party, soaking in the compliments of my peers. The next second, I woke up in an unfamiliar restroom, a searing pain tearing through my lower abdomen. Splash— A gush of warm liquid rushed out from between my legs. My legs gave out, and I barely managed to stay standing by gripping the sink. Meeting the eyes in the mirror, my entire body went rigid! The woman who had her uterus removed due to an ectopic pregnancy... I had become her! 1 "No... how is this possible?" "Maya? Are you okay?" A woman forcefully pushed the door open from the outside: "The doctor said you can't get agitated! Your stitches will burst!" She reached out to support me, but I instinctively blocked her: "Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony..." My temples throbbed wildly. "Blood! Why is there so much blood!" The woman cried out in alarm, catching my swaying body. My vision began to shake and darken; the voices in my ears faded in and out. I was half-carried, half-dragged back to the bed, my pant legs freezing cold against my skin. "Lie down quickly, Maya, you need to pull yourself together. Don't scare Mom!" Collapsed on the bed, I kept replaying the scenes from before. As the plaintiff's lawyer, I attended a victory party after winning the second-instance trial. On the way back, I was in a car accident. But how could I wake up in the body of the defendant? "Where's my phone?" The woman hurriedly pulled a phone from her pocket and handed it to me. But when I lit up the screen, I realized I had no idea what the passcode was. Just then, the phone rang. It was Liam. My client. "Listen here, return that engagement money right now! I'm telling you, I need that money urgently, and I won't accept any excuses!" A buzzing filled my ears: "Liam?" "What?" "Where are you?" The person on the other end paused for a second before reacting: "Heh, wanted to see me make a fool of myself? Sorry to disappoint." When he spoke again, his tone carried undisguised smugness: "Not only am I perfectly fine, but Attorney Vance is fine too." Attorney Vance. My heart plummeted. "Where is he?" "Sitting right next to me. Just a mild concussion." A sudden, sharp thought flashed through my mind: "Stay away from him!" "What?" He clearly didn't care: "Stop putting on an act for me. Let me tell you, this is karma! Even God couldn't stand you. Giving you an ectopic pregnancy—your life is ruined!" It felt like something exploded in my brain. "Shut up." "Ah—!" Almost simultaneously, a scream came through the receiver. It was Liam! I threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed, but a tearing, heavy pain instantly shot through my abdomen. "Maya! What are you doing?!" The woman next to me grabbed my arm tightly: "You just had surgery, you can't move around!" "I need to see Liam." "What?" The woman's eyes went wide: "Are you crazy? He did this to you, and you still want to go near him?" I grabbed a coat and draped it over my shoulders, my legs trembling uncontrollably: "If I don't go right now, someone is going to die!" That woman is occupying my body right now. It's the perfect time for her to get revenge. And this idiot chose this exact moment to bring up the ectopic pregnancy. He really had a death wish! I rushed to the door, the cold wind hitting me, making me shiver violently. Looking down, I saw a large patch of dark red on my pants; I hadn't even had time to change. Every passerby gave me strange looks. I rushed to the side of the road to hail a cab, but every car that approached noticeably hesitated before speeding away. No car would stop. "Maya!" The woman was about to catch up to me. I grabbed a shared bike off the street, hopped on, and pedaled furiously toward the hospital. As long as she hasn't crippled him, I'll find a way to get her out... My phone rang again. My heart tightened. Trembling, I pulled it out and answered. Heavy panting came from the other end. It was my own voice: "Maya?" I tried to keep my voice steady: "Don't do anything stupid! Intentional assault carries a minimum of three years." "Heh..." 2 A low chuckle came through the receiver: "I already have nothing left. Do you think I'm afraid of going to jail?" My heart hammered in my chest. I lowered my voice: "Do you want to... truly take him down?" The other end fell dead silent. "What did you say?" I seized every second, pedaling furiously: "Even though we lost the second instance, I have a way to make him pay a hundred times over for everything he's done." The person on the other end didn't answer. Through the receiver, I could faintly hear the chaotic sounds of scuffling and shouting. A few seconds later, that familiar voice finally spoke: "Come bail me out at the police station." "Fuck!" The tires screeched against the pavement. I quickly turned around and rushed toward the police station. But the moment I turned around, my entire body suddenly froze— The bike seat, the side of my leg, the pedals... dripping dark red trailed all the way. All the pedestrians stopped and stared at me in shock. At the hem of my pants, blood was still dripping onto the ground, drop by drop. A girl nearby, looking pale, nervously offered me a sanitary pad: "Miss... you, you should take care of that first. Where are you going... let me take you." I shook my head, my vision already starting to go dark. I absolutely could not let myself get a criminal record for assaulting my client. "Miss!" The girl stepped forward and caught my swaying body: "You're bleeding so much, you're going to pass out on the way!" "To... to the police station... hurry..." Before I could finish, darkness swallowed everything. In my hazy state, it felt like I was falling into a long nightmare. Hands rummaged through my abdomen, digging and pulling, before raising a mass of bloody flesh and dangling it in front of my eyes: "Look, this is your uterus. Now, you're worthless." "No—!" I woke up with a start, cold sweat soaking my back. The IV drip swayed before my eyes. The girl was keeping watch beside me. I grabbed her wrist: "Where am I?" "In the hospital. Don't be afraid." She quickly comforted me: "You lost too much blood and passed out. The doctor said you'd be in danger if you didn't get a transfusion." I shot a look at the clock on the wall— It was over. Three hours had already passed. I threw off the covers, reaching to pull out the IV needle, only to find I had been changed into a clean hospital gown. The girl pressed my hand down firmly, her eyes red: "Miss, no matter what happened, nothing is more important than your life! Losing a uterus doesn't matter, but if your body gives out, then you truly lose everything." I opened my mouth, my throat tight. This feeling... is it guilt? I slowly leaned back against the pillow and set the IV drip to its maximum speed. It was too late. Once the news of the intentional assault spread, my career would be completely over. By the time I arrived at the police station, it was completely dark. On the bench in the mediation room, I saw "myself." Sitting quietly, head bowed. Hearing footsteps, "he" looked up. The moment our eyes met, tears rolled down my face without warning. I looked away and handed my ID to the police officer. "Where is Liam?" The officer opened the report: "Liam has been assessed as having minor injuries. He has explicitly demanded compensation; otherwise, he will not rule out pressing criminal charges." I nodded, walked over to Maya, pulled the phone from her pocket, and texted my fiancée: "Sienna, it's me. I ran into a bit of trouble here and I'm at the police station. I need you to come bail me out." Immediately after, a message popped up: "Arthur, we're over. The way you handled this case showed me your true character. I can't fathom whether I'd end up like another Maya in the future. Don't contact me again." 3 "Fuck!" I stared at the screen, finding it unbelievable. It was just an ordinary lawsuit. How did it become a reflection of my character and her future? "Sienna, don't be like this. Come get me out first, and I'll explain everything in person." But the message I sent vanished into the void. I paced back and forth anxiously. The movement made my wound ache, and cold sweat beaded on my forehead again. A woman's body is such a hassle, getting dizzy and lightheaded so easily. Without a guarantor, the process couldn't proceed. Was I really going to spend the night in a holding cell? Out of options, I walked to a deserted corner outside the police station and used Maya's phone to call Liam. He answered after just one ring. The undisguised smugness in his voice came through the receiver: "If you want to talk about money, save your breath. The court has already ruled, and there's nothing you can say to change that." "Liam," I cut him off: "Come over here and sign the settlement agreement to release Arthur. He's willing to give you $100,000 privately, off the books." "What?" The person on the other end was clearly taken aback: "Arthur? What's your relationship with him? Today he lunged at me like a mad dog, constantly shouting about your innocence... Did you buy him off with your body a long time ago?" I pressed hard against my throbbing temples: "Shut your filthy mouth." "If you want the money, come sign right now. The offer expires." Without giving him a chance to speak again, I hung up. The night wind was freezing, making me shiver all over. But I knew with Liam's greedy nature, he would definitely come. Walking back to the mediation area, I looked around and slowly sat down on a bench near the corner. Unconsciously, I inched a little closer to Maya. She seemed to notice and looked up at me: "How do you plan to turn this around?" I let out a deep sigh: "This battle was fought wrong from the very beginning. Fighting it within the framework of marriage law is essentially admitting that you are a defective product. The judge only looks at your residual value." "Then... what should have been done?" She looked at me, confused. "The right path is to sue for personal injury compensation. You permanently lost an organ due to a pregnancy-related illness. In legal terms, this is an irreversible impairment of bodily integrity. This isn't an engagement money dispute; it's a personal injury claim." "The first step should be to apply for a forensic medical assessment. The loss of a uterus or fallopian tubes constitutes at least a level-seven disability, perhaps higher. This isn't just a rating; it's the legal classification of the injury you suffered." "And then what?" "Then, we file a lawsuit based on disputes over the right to life, body, and health. In the compensation claim, besides medical expenses, lost wages, and disability compensation, the most important part is compensation for mental distress." I looked at her: "What we can claim on this new battlefield will far exceed that ridiculous engagement money. What was lost before was just an argument over property; what we need to win back now is your human dignity." Her eyes slowly widened as she looked at me in disbelief. But I didn't dare hold her gaze. Because I wasn't really helping her. I was helping— Myself. 4 Just before dawn, Liam finally arrived. When I woke up on the bench, I found my own overcoat draped over me. Under the supervision of the police officer, the two signed the settlement agreement. "Arthur" was released on the spot. Liam stopped in front of me, grabbing my collar: "The engagement money! Return it to me right now!" I looked at the man behind me: "Give it to him." After receiving the money, Liam's gaze shifted back and forth between the two of us. He spat hard on the ground: "Ptui! You filthy couple. And the gold jewelry! Give it to me right now too." "I don't have the jewelry on me. I'll give it to you in a few days." Liam sneered: "Cut the bullshit! Give me the cash equivalent!" "What's going on here?! Are you trying to start a fight in a police station?!" Just then, the duty officer walked over briskly. Liam immediately let go, instantly putting on a fawning expression. "Officer, we just finished dealing with everything." Then he glared at me viciously: "If you don't return the gold within three days, I'll apply for mandatory enforcement." With that, he strutted away. Watching his arrogant retreating back, I instinctively clenched my fists. The next second, a dull ache shot through my abdomen. The man noticed something was wrong and stepped forward to support me: "Do you want to go to the hospital? You look terrible." "No." I forced the words out: "To the forensic medical assessment center. Right now." She was visibly taken aback: "You... don't you need to rest for a bit?" "No need." "While the blood is still fresh, the wound is new, and the physiological responses to pain and blood loss are at their peak—this is the most direct evidence to show the medical examiner." While hailing a cab, I gave rapid instructions: "When you fill out the authorization form later, the assessment items must be written in two lines. Line one: Loss of uterus and fallopian tubes resulting in bodily organ defect. Line two: Permanent loss of related reproductive functions." She frowned: "Is there a difference?" "A world of difference." The taxi arrived, and I pulled the door open, painfully climbing in: "If you just write 'organ loss', they might just stamp a level-seven rating on it according to the standards. But by adding 'permanent loss of function', they'll factor in all the sequelae." The figures of people in front of me began to blur. I pinched my thigh hard to stay awake. "When we get to the hospital, go to the psychology department first for an evaluation. Tell them I have severe insomnia, suicidal thoughts, a physiological aversion to the opposite sex, and am completely unable to work. That way, the chances of getting a diagnosis of severe depression or PTSD are highest." "I want everyone to understand that what was removed wasn't just a piece of flesh, but a woman's entire future." She was silent for a long time. Then, tears rolled down her face without warning. I wanted to reach out and do something, but my fingertips stopped just as I lifted them. I didn't have the right. Her current predicament was entirely my doing. "Arthur," she suddenly spoke: "Do you regret it?" My breath caught. Yes. I regretted it a long time ago. "...Fortunately," "Heaven gave me a chance to make amends." A bizarre car accident caused top lawyer Arthur Vance—who had used the "useless uterus" argument as a weapon to win his case—to swap souls with Maya, the victim whose uterus he had personally destroyed. Forced to live in each other's bodies, the two form an alliance of revenge amidst extreme displacement and pain. Using top-tier legal intellect, they launch a comprehensive reckoning—legal, social, and personal—against the abuser, ultimately achieving the ultimate judgment on self and justice in the process. 5 After getting out of the car, she carried me securely in her arms. How should I describe it? It was very strange. Carrying myself. Next, Maya moved into my house and took care of me meticulously. It allowed me to see another side of her. Gentle, considerate. And quite a good cook. Even standing amidst the ruins of her life, she could still manage everything perfectly. I take back what I said before. Losing a uterus does not mean a life is ruined. An excellent woman will not let a setback obscure her brilliance. In two weeks, we finally got the forensic assessment certificate. Due to the removal of the uterus and bilateral fallopian tubes, the reproductive function is completely lost, constituting a level-nine disability. Furthermore, the endocrine environment has been fundamentally destroyed, requiring long-term replacement therapy, accompanied by severe post-traumatic stress disorder. Excellent! This battle was basically half-won. I began the next phase of operations. Using the identity of his ex-girlfriend, I sent Liam a legal notice: Submitting the assessment results and the compensation claim together, giving him fifteen days to negotiate, demanding $800,000 in compensation. Maya looked at me, confused: "What if Liam simply ignores it?" "Then we apply for a medical malpractice assessment." "At the time, aside from removing your uterus, was there really no other option?" "If they say there was, but didn't adequately inform you, then the hospital should share the liability with Liam." "If they say there wasn't, that this was the only chance for survival, yet Liam used this disaster to commit secondary social murder against you—degrading your personhood, plundering your assets, and even negating your value..." "That... is ironclad proof of his character assassination against you." 6 As expected, Liam scoffed at the legal notice I sent. He even sent me a middle finger emoji in the chat window. "Fucking $800,000? Look at yourself, what part of you is worth $800,000?! Let me tell you, you're not getting a dime. Hurry up and send the gold back!" My rationality crumbled instantly. I grabbed the phone: "Sienna, handle this case for Maya. Name your price." A few seconds later, the screen lit up. "?" "Arthur, is your brain damaged from the crash? You represented Liam to take down Maya, and now you want me to represent Maya to take down Liam? What kind of twisted game are you playing?" I took a deep breath and typed, word by word: "I was too narrow-minded before. I thought she only lost an organ. Now I realize she lost her entire future. The assessment report says level-nine disability and severe depression. She doesn't deserve this kind of ending, so I want to correct this mistake." The 'typing' indicator lasted for a long time. "Send me the address." Half an hour later, Sienna pushed open the door to Starbucks. She looked around and saw that I was the only one there. "I've read the assessment report. Level-nine disability, severe depression with PTSD. So what is your claim?" "Dispute over the right to life and health, claiming continuous personal injury by Liam, and seeking compensation for mental distress." Sienna's fingers paused over her keyboard for a moment. "Ms. Maya, your approach to this claim is very professional." "Prolonged illness makes one a doctor." I scratched my neck awkwardly. "Is that so? What is your relationship with Arthur now?" The air was quiet for a few seconds. "No relationship. Maybe he just... feels guilty." "Guilty?" Sienna let out an extremely faint smile: "I've known him for seven years. The word 'guilt' is not in his dictionary." With that, she put away her tablet and pulled an authorization agreement from her briefcase: "Using this as the entry point gives us a very high chance of winning." "Secondly, all my female friends have only cared about one question lately: when will justice finally arrive?" "Tell Arthur that the best thing he can do right now is disappear completely. Because every time he shows his face, he reminds everyone that he played a part in putting you where you are today." I picked up the pen, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably. I never thought that such a small case would lead me to lose everything. Losing respect, losing love. "Do you still hate him now?" My hand paused, and the pen fell onto the table. "I don't know." I heard my own voice: "Right now, I just want to get back what's mine, and then move forward." Sienna put away the agreement. When she reached the door, she looked back at me. That look made me inexplicably guilty. "What do we do next?" The person behind me slowly stepped forward. I looked out the window; Sienna's car had already driven away. "We go prepare for the next step." "What step?" "Securing the evidence of his character assassination."
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