Chapter 1

On the day Roxanne Grayson's husband sent her to court, the snow fell relentlessly. From dating to marriage, seven years had passed, and she had always believed their relationship was filled with love and happiness.

That belief was shattered when Sebastian Smith personally handed her over to the court based on a single statement from Lexi Watson.

The judge began summarizing the case. "Roxanne is charged with possession of illegal substances. On the 23rd of this month, officers found illicit items in her car at a DUI checkpoint on Weston Road. The case is being heard today.

"Prosecution, please proceed."

Sebastian stood. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his tall frame exuded authority. His sharp gaze swept over the courtroom, but when it landed on her, it was filled with nothing but disappointment and cold indifference.

"On November 23rd, the defendant, Ms. Grayson, was driving a white sedan with license plate V8861, where five grams of illegal substances were discovered," he stated.

"The defendant claims she received a call from Ms. Watson, asking her to pick me up from Peace Club because I was allegedly intoxicated. However, the investigation showed Lexi never made such a call."

His cold, piercing eyes locked onto Roxanne's. "Furthermore, I was never at Peace Club that night. Nor was Lexi. Ms. Grayson, why did you lie? The evidence against you is irrefutable. Do you plead guilty?"

The words "Do you plead guilty" thundered in her ears, leaving her stunned. She stared at him in disbelief. His expression, devoid of even the faintest flicker of warmth, drained what little strength she had left.

She had never expected that he would turn against her after he became one of the top lawyers in Hyverland. She wanted to laugh but found only tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Memories flashed before her eyes. They had both been star law students at university six years ago. They had been dating for a year, and their relationship had been full of promise. Their professor had announced an opportunity to study abroad—a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Both of them had been top candidates, but only one spot had been available.

Knowing how much Sebastian had wanted it, she had chosen to step aside, pretending to be sick on the day of the selection process. He had no idea she had done it for him.

When he had been chosen, he had come to her, beaming with excitement. She had smiled too, happy for him.

Two years later, he had returned and proposed to her. At that moment, she had thought she was the luckiest woman in the world.

From their university romance to their wedding, their love story had been the envy of everyone around them.

After they had married, she had given up her dream of becoming a lawyer, dedicating herself entirely to being the perfect wife. She had become a source of unwavering support for him, ensuring he had a warm home to return to and providing solutions to his work problems.

One year into their marriage, his career had taken off. He had become a rising star at his law firm, earning a reputation as one of the best. Then, Lexi had shown up as his assistant.

A fresh law graduate, she was young, beautiful, and exuded a delicate charm that made people want to protect her.

Sebastian seemed to enjoy having her around. She often accompanied him to work and social events. At a gathering, Roxanne had overheard his friends referring to Lexi as "Sugar Baby".

The sting of betrayal had been excruciating, but she hadn't confronted him. She still loved him.

As Sebastian's career had flourished, he and Lexi had grown closer. They had been frequently seen together, and people had begun to assume they were an item. Meanwhile, Roxanne, his lawful wife, had endured the humiliation in silence, losing her sense of self and identity in the process.

She was just a housewife whose world revolved around him.

Now, looking at the man she had loved with all her heart, all she saw was coldness and distrust. She was just like a clown for him.

She stood abruptly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I plead not guilty. I did not commit this crime."

The judge asked, "Do you have new evidence to submit in your defense?"

"I do." Roxanne produced a smartwatch.

She explained that Lexi had called her on the night in question while she had been using her watch to talk to a friend. The device had an automatic recording feature, and she still had the recording.

The playback began. "Roxanne, Mr. Smith's drunk. Can you pick him up? He's at Peace Club."

Roxanne stated firmly, "I had no choice but to take Weston Road to get there, where DUI checks were happening. This was all premeditated."

She then presented additional evidence. Security footage from October showed a woman opening her car door in the underground parking lot of Sebastian's law firm and placing something inside.

The surveillance footage in the underground parking garage captured the scene clearly. The person who had placed the illegal substances in her car was none other than Lexi.

Roxanne turned to Sebastian, her voice cutting like steel. "Sebastian, there are two keys to my car. One is with me, and the other one is with you. Did you give it to someone else?"

Sebastian's gaze shifted to Lexi, who had gone pale.

Lexi stood, panic etched across her face. "It's not true! I didn't do that!"

The judge silenced her with a bang of the gavel.

She had no choice but to reluctantly sit back down, feeling as though she were sitting on pins and needles. With tears in her eyes, she gazed at Sebastian and continued to explain, "It really wasn't me..."

Sebastian's renowned composure cracked. He had never imagined Lexi, the sweet, innocent assistant, would lie to him and find chances to take the key. He looked at Roxanne with mixed emotions.

Roxanne's voice was steady and unyielding. "I request that the evidence I've submitted be thoroughly investigated. I want to know why Ms. Watson lied, why she tampered with my vehicle, and where those substances came from."

The courtroom buzzed as her evidence cast doubt on everything. The judge called for a retrial, and Lexi was detained for further investigation.

Walking out of the courthouse, Roxanne was greeted by a world blanketed in white. Snowflakes fell softly, melting on her skin.

Sebastian appeared beside her. "If you had this evidence, why didn't you share it sooner?"

She looked at the snow dissolving in her palm. "Would you have believed me if I had?"

Her voice was calm, but her words were razor-sharp. She had explained herself countless times before, only for him to reply, "Would Lexi lie?"

He had always believed Lexi over her, no matter what.

She hadn't shown the evidence earlier as she had still held onto hope for him—that he wouldn't abandon her completely. However, the hope she had clung to was gone.

"Sebastian," she said, her tone resolute. "Let's get divorced."

Chapter 2

Roxanne turned to look at Sebastian. Saying those three words wasn't as hard as she imagined.

"I won't divorce you. You know that very well," he said coldly.

"You're a lawyer. You should know that if I'd been convicted, I would've gone to prison—"

"In the face of evidence, I had no other choice—"

"No," she cut him off. "You believed Lexi. You didn't believe me."

That was the truth. He didn't trust her. Or perhaps Lexi simply meant more to him that he would rather see her take the fall.

"Let's go home," he said, descending the courthouse steps without looking back.

She wrapped her coat tighter around her against the biting wind and followed him toward the car. The icy gusts cut into her face like sharp blades. Once they were inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy, the silence oppressive. Neither of them spoke during the ride home.

When they arrived, she got out of the car, but he didn't follow her. Instead, he drove off without a word. She didn't ask where he was going.

He was probably racing to handle Lexi's investigation.

Once back in the apartment, Roxanne methodically began packing her belongings after drafting a divorce agreement.

The apartment was new, a massive, luxury penthouse in a wealthy neighborhood. They had moved in recently, so there wasn't much to pack. Most of their things were still in their previous home. A single large suitcase would suffice.

She left the place spotless—pristine, as Sebastian preferred it. She was careful not to leave any traces of herself behind.

After packing, she signed the divorce agreement she had drafted earlier. Then, she took off the wedding ring she had worn for four years without ever once removing it. Her fingers lingered on the smooth band for a moment before she placed it on top of the agreement, leaving both on his desk.

As she exited the building, she had no intention of going home. Her parents would find out and worry endlessly.

Her best friend, Vivian Sullivan, was living with her boyfriend, so that wasn't an option either. The only choice left was to check into a hotel.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the quiet.

Seeing Vivian's name on the screen, she answered, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder. "Hello?"

"How did it go? Do you need me to testify for you?"

Roxanne glanced at her open laptop. She was updating her résumé, staring at the blank spaces where her industry experience should have been. All she could show was her degree.

"No need." She sighed softly. "It's over."

"So Sebastian believed you?" Vivian's voice was sharp with skepticism. "Guess Lexi's little act couldn't outshine your place in his heart, huh?"

"We're getting a divorce," Roxanne said flatly.

There was a pause. Then Vivian said, "Where are you? I'm coming to you."

Roxanne gave her the hotel's address.

It didn't take long before Vivian arrived. When Roxanne opened the door, she found Vivian leaning casually against the frame.

Vivian wore a red dress underneath a long black cashmere coat, looking fiery and radiant, her wavy hair spilling over her shoulders. She brushed it back with a theatrical flourish. "What's going on?"

"Come inside," Roxanne said, stepping aside.

Vivian entered, glancing around the modest hotel room. "You're staying here?"

"Just for now," Roxanne replied, handing her a glass of water.

Vivian sat down. "So, what happened? Did he finally come to his senses?"

Roxanne shook her head, her voice calm but resolute. "No. It's exactly the opposite. He didn't believe me. This marriage has no future. I've already left the divorce agreement on his desk."

Vivian didn't know how to comfort her. "Actually…"

"I know what you're thinking—it's a shame," Roxanne said, her lips curving into a faint, bitter smile. "But I gave him a chance, and he didn't take it."

Vivian fell silent, then asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"I'm going to find a job," Roxanne said with a determined look. "I've been out of touch with the world for too long. It's time to find myself again."

She had abandoned her dreams of practicing law for four years. It was time to pick them back up. No one was worth losing herself over—not anymore.

Vivian patted her shoulder. "That's the spirit." She asked with a teasing smile, "To celebrate your divorce, how about a drink on me?"

Roxanne chuckled. "A drink? Let me change first," she said, standing up.

"Make it something stunning," Vivian quipped.

Roxanne opened her suitcase. Most of her clothes were practical—loose, comfortable outfits for running errands and doing housework. She had almost nothing stylish to wear.

"How about we go shopping first?" she suggested, looking up at Vivian.

Vivian smirked mischievously. "You haven't filed the divorce yet, have you? His credit card is still technically yours to use. Go wild—it's only fair."

Roxanne laughed, nodding. "Good idea."

"Let's go." Vivian pulled her along, leaving the hotel together.

…

Liam Bullock and a few of Sebastian's other friends had arranged a gathering to help Sebastian relax after the trial. But Sebastian's expression remained dark throughout the evening.

He had already confirmed the truth. The police had solid evidence against Lexi, and the investigation was moving forward.

"Hey, maybe Roxanne was just bored at home…" Liam began, trying to console him.

Henry Shaffer chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "Speaking of which, where's Lexi? Shouldn't your Sugar Baby be here to keep you company?"

His words, paired with a teasing nudge, struck a nerve.

A crash suddenly sounded. Sebastian had hurled his glass against the wall, shattering it into pieces. The alcohol splattered everywhere, and the room fell silent.

Liam hesitated before speaking. "Seb, we get it. You're upset about Roxanne. But really, it's not a big deal—Lexi's still around, isn't she?"

"Shut up," Sebastian snapped, his voice icy. His anger erupted as soon as Lexi was brought up.

Lexi's lies had crossed a line he couldn't ignore. And now, Roxanne wanted a divorce. The thought left him unsettled. He grabbed his coat and stood.

"Seb—" Liam started.

Sebastian stopped at the door, turning back to glare at them. "Don't ever mention Lexi in front of me again. If you do, we're done."

With that, he stormed out, leaving the group in stunned silence.

"What's gotten into him?" Ambrose Zeller murmured from a corner, raising an eyebrow.

Liam shrugged. "Who knows?"

Sebastian drove home. He was used to walking through the door to find Roxanne waiting for him. She would greet him warmly, take his coat, and have his slippers ready. Her attentiveness had been a constant.

But today, the house was eerily quiet. Roxanne was nowhere to be found.

He wasn't used to it. He tossed his coat onto a nearby chair and bent down to grab a pair of slippers from the shoe rack, sliding them on with little care.

Walking into the living room, he sank into the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes. Exhaustion was etched across his face. "Rox, I'm tired," he murmured.

Whenever he said he was tired, Roxanne would always be by his side, expertly massaging his shoulders and easing his tension, soothing him in the way only she could.

But tonight, there was no response. The apartment was unnervingly silent.

"Roxanne?"

There was no response.

Frowning, he began searching the house.

Chapter 3

The kitchen was empty, devoid of Roxanne's familiar, busy presence. Sebastian searched the rooms but couldn't find her.

Pulling out his phone to call her, he was greeted by a barrage of transaction notifications. He had set his phone to silent to avoid distractions, but now his screen was flooded with messages.

Transaction after transaction, his account was taking hit after hit.

[Bank Statement] Your account ending in 0081 (secondary card):

- November 29, 3:17 pm: 30,034 dollars

- 3:26 pm: 55,889 dollars

- 3:45 pm: 26,000 dollars

- 4:00 pm: 78,800 dollars

- 4:12 pm: 68,000 dollars

And it went on—66,000 dollars… 111,230 dollars and more.

Frowning deeply, he scrolled through the endless list, irritation flickering in his eyes. He dialed Roxanne's number immediately, but she didn't answer. His brows furrowed tighter.

The money didn't matter. What bothered him more was her absence. She wasn't there, leaving a hollow, nagging feeling in his chest, accompanied by an inexplicable frustration. Loosening his collar, he tried to shake off the suffocating tension.

He decided to focus on work instead, hoping to clear his mind.

But stepping into the study, he was met with something he wasn't prepared for—a divorce agreement neatly placed on the desk, alongside the wedding ring Roxanne had worn faithfully for the last four years.

His face darkened instantly.

He called her again, his fingers gripping the phone tightly. But at that moment, Roxanne was at a bar with Vivian, drinking and dancing to her heart's content. The blaring music and her carefree laughter drowned out the insistent ringing of her phone.

It wasn't until the next morning that Roxanne noticed the dozens of missed calls.

Running her hand through her messy hair, she groaned, still feeling the effects of the previous night. She wasn't surprised—by now, Sebastian had probably seen the divorce papers. She called him back.

He answered almost immediately, which was unexpected. Usually, he claimed to be too busy to answer her calls quickly—or even at all.

"Where were you last night?" His voice was low, carrying a palpable undercurrent of tension.

She raised an eyebrow. His tone came across as more of an interrogation than concern.

Once, she would have been quick to soothe his moods, bending over backward to make him happy. But not this time.

Her tone was indifferent. "I left the divorce agreement for you. If you don't have any objections, sign it."

"Roxanne, cut it out. I'm hungry. Come home and make me breakfast."

Her spree of spending last night had seemed to him like nothing more than a tantrum. After all, he knew she loved him. He was sure of it.

He was so certain that he dismissed the divorce agreement entirely. He thought she was just acting out—letting off steam.

"Did you not hear me? I said I want a divorce." Her voice was calm but resolute.

"Are you serious?" His frustration boiled over. "Roxanne, you've never worked a day since graduating. How do you plan to survive without me?"

"My survival isn't your concern. If you have even a shred of decency, you'll sign the agreement. I'm not asking for much—just half the assets. I've given you seven years of my youth. I think I've earned that."

Sitting up in bed, she glanced around the room. It was a mess.

A pair of black YSL heels had been tossed aside haphazardly. A white Chanel tweed jacket hung off the headboard, and her Burberry coat lay crumpled near the door. She glanced down at herself and found that she wasn't wearing anything.

On the nightstand was a sticky note from Vivian. "Babe, you've got no tolerance for alcohol. Take it easy next time, okay? You were a mess. I helped you out of your clothes. Wash up when you wake."

"Don't come crying to me later," Sebastian snapped before slamming the call to an abrupt end.

Roxanne barely reacted. She sent him her current address with a curt message. "The terms of the divorce are clearly outlined. If you have no objections, sign it and send it back to me."

In the kitchen, Sebastian stood near the empty table, his stomach growling. He couldn't cook and had grown accustomed to breakfast being ready every morning at seven sharp. It was part of his routine, and Roxanne had always been there to ensure it.

His phone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw her message. After reading it, his frustration reached a boiling point.

She was pushing her luck. There was no way she didn't still love him—she had known about Lexi for years but had always feigned ignorance. If she had truly wanted a divorce, she wouldn't have waited this long.

This was just another one of her games, and he wasn't about to indulge her.

Fueled by anger and pride, he stormed into the study, signed the divorce agreement without a second thought and called for a courier to deliver it to her.

Meanwhile, Roxanne was finally starting to sober up. Stretching, she realized she couldn't remember how she had gotten back last night. She shuffled to the bathroom to shower, letting the warm water rinse away the remnants of her hangover.

After drying off, she stood before the mirror and examined her hair. Yesterday, during a shopping spree with Vivian, they had gone for a whole body spa and visited a salon. On a whim, she had decided to cut her long hair.

Her natural light brown locks now framed her face in soft, inward curls that highlighted her delicate features. The new look was clean and refreshing, contrasting sharply with her old, more innocent image.

Sebastian had always loved her long hair. He used to say, "When your hair's all messy and draped over your shoulders, I just want to keep you in bed all day."

But she liked the new her—a little sharper, a little bolder.

The doorbell rang. Still wrapped in a robe, she opened the door.

Standing there was a courier man. "Hi, are you Ms. Grayson?"

Chapter 4

Roxanne nodded. "That's me."

"This is a delivery for you," the courier man said, handing her a receipt. "Could you sign here, please?"

She took the receipt, signed it, and handed it back to him. He then passed her a document envelope.

"Thank you," she said, closing the door behind her. Opening the envelope, she saw the divorce agreement she had drafted, now signed by Sebastian. Her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. Placing the envelope on the table, she turned on her laptop.

His signature confirmed that he had agreed to the division of assets she had outlined.

The process of dividing their assets would require some paperwork. She gathered the necessary documents—copies of her ID, bank account information, and a newly opened investment fund account.

She even prepared a power of attorney letter, authorizing Sebastian to act as her divorce attorney to handle the formalities on her behalf.

After organizing everything neatly into the envelope, she called a courier to deliver it to Sebastian's law firm.

At the law firm, Sebastian had just sat down at his desk when his colleague, Jerome Lloyd, walked in, escorting the courier. Sebastian didn't have an assistant now that Lexi had been arrested.

"Mr. Smith, this delivery is from Ms. Grayson. Could you please sign for it?"

Sebastian signed the receipt and took the envelope. Once alone in his office, he opened it. Flipping through the contents, he frowned. Was she still not done with this?

But when he reached the power of attorney letter, he froze. She was appointing him as her divorce attorney?

She didn't want to show up in person? Ridiculous.

Fine.

Even now, he was convinced she was simply throwing a tantrum. He couldn't fathom the idea that she might not love him anymore. She had loved him so deeply that he had come to think of love as an infinite well, something that could never be depleted.

But love could fade.

Sitting at his desk, he started to process the division of assets. Since she had already provided her bank and fund account information, all he had to do was transfer her share.

The cars were simple, as they had one each, and both were already in separate names. The house required some paperwork, but she had included the necessary documents.

Even the divorce certificate could be handled without her presence, thanks to the power of attorney she had signed. In cases where one party couldn't appear in person, legal representation could facilitate a contested divorce.

If she wanted to play games, he would see it through to the end.

As one of the top attorneys in Hyverland, he wasted no time. The paperwork was processed, the divorce was finalized, and the certificate was issued in record time.

A few days later, everything—including the house deed and divorce certificate—was sent back to Roxanne via courier.

She received the delivery just as she was about to head to the police station to retrieve her car. Now that her name had been cleared, the car was no longer impounded.

Standing at the hotel entrance, she accepted the package from the courier man.

Vivian had arrived to pick her up and saw her talking to the man. Once Roxanne got into the car, Vivian couldn't resist asking, "Who was that?"

"A courier man," Roxanne replied, opening the package.

Inside were the divorce certificate and other documents. Her expression didn't change much.

Vivian glanced over and immediately let out an expletive. "Damn. That was fast."

Roxanne smirked faintly. "Pretty efficient."

She couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise herself. She hadn't expected everything to go so smoothly—or so quickly.

Had she underestimated Sebastian's efficiency?

Or… had he wanted the divorce all along?

"You doing okay?" Vivian asked, trying to sound supportive.

Roxanne put the papers back in the envelope and smiled lightly. "I'm fine."

The car was quiet for a moment until Vivian's phone rang. She answered via Bluetooth while keeping her eyes on the road.

"Come by tomorrow and pick up a small black pine bonsai for me," a gruff voice said on the other end.

"Got it," Vivian replied before glancing at Roxanne. "Rox's with me—"

Before she could finish, the line went dead.

"That stubborn old man," Vivian muttered, closing the call window. "He's still mad at you, you know."

Roxanne's hand tightened slightly around the envelope.

Vivian kept her focus on the road. "Honestly, Sebastian is a piece of work. You know, when you married him, my old man retired early. That's how much it messed with him.

"Can you imagine how big of a deal your marriage to Sebastian was to him? To this day, he can't hear your name without shaking his head. And the worst part? Sebastian didn't even appreciate you."

Roxanne lowered her eyes, feeling a sharp sting of guilt.

Back then, Lawrence Sullivan and Antoine Devine had competed for a senior academic title. Both had been associate professors vying for a full professorship. Lawrence's trump card had been Roxanne, and Antoine's had been Sebastian.

Their rivalry had extended to international competitions, essentially turning into a showdown between their protégés.

In the end, Roxanne had withdrawn, dealing a massive blow to Lawrence.

But what had crushed him even more was that his star pupil not only abandoned her legal career but also ended up cooking and cleaning for Antoine's prized student—a humiliation that had felt akin to washing his rival's feet.

From that point on, Lawrence had had to live in Antoine's shadow as he soared to greater heights.

He had never fully recovered from the blow and had eventually opted for early retirement.

"You know," Vivian said, her voice tinged with bitterness, "because of Sebastian, Antoine's been brought back on contract. All thanks to his star student."

Chapter 5

Antoine had reached retirement age but had continued to benefit from the spotlight thanks to Sebastian's growing reputation.

"I owe Mr. Sullivan an apology," Roxanne murmured, turning her gaze to the window.

Back then, Lawrence had placed so much hope in her, investing in her future more than anyone else—even more than he had in his own granddaughter, Vivian's.

And how had she repaid him? By leaving him to endure such a disgraceful end to his career. All because of her impulsive decisions and her blind devotion to love. Lawrence's reputation had been crushed under the weight of her choices.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, unstoppable.

"Hey, don't blame yourself," Vivian said, trying to comfort her. "My grandpa and Mr. Devine have been rivals their whole lives. They've butted heads on everything. It's just how they are. Besides, this happened a long time ago. Don't dwell on it, okay?"

Roxanne's sudden tears caught Vivian off guard, and she scrambled to lighten the mood. "Honestly, you think you upset him? You've got nothing on me! He wanted to mold me into his successor, but I got into finance instead. He didn't eat for three days from sheer frustration."

Vivian had been groomed by Lawrence since childhood, but the truth was, she just wasn't cut out for it. Even though she had been pushed into law school, she had secretly pursued finance after graduation and built a career in that field.

For her, passion and talent mattered more than expectations, and no amount of pressure could change her mind.

"How's Mr. Sullivan doing these days?" Roxanne asked softly, her voice hoarse.

"He's fine. Since he's retired now, he spends his days tending to flowers and birds. Pretty peaceful life, honestly. There's a group of retirees downstairs who do square dancing. I suggested he join them, but he just rolled his eyes and said I was crazy. Stubborn as ever."

Vivian hesitated, then added, "I'm going to see him tomorrow. Want to come along?"

Roxanne hesitated, her guilt overwhelming her. How could she face the man she had let down so deeply, costing him his senior academic title?

"Maybe after I've established myself again," she said, staring at her hands. She needed to rebuild her career first to prove she was worthy of the care and effort he had invested in her.

Vivian didn't press further. "Take your time," she said gently. Her gaze fell on Roxanne's hands, and her lips tightened. "Your hands used to be so beautiful."

Vivian had always envied Roxanne's hands—delicate, slender fingers, soft, and fair.

Roxanne's features weren't just striking; her hands had once been her defining elegance. But those hands had changed.

Years of cleaning their home to Sebastian's impossibly high standards, of personally managing every detail, had taken their toll. The soft skin had roughened, and the fingers had lost their finesse. She had even learned massage techniques to ease his stress after long workdays, wearing her hands down further in the process.

"Unbelievable," Vivian scoffed. "He had someone like you—a master's graduate in law—taking care of him, and he still cheated? What a complete scumbag. He doesn't deserve to walk in traffic without getting hit."

Roxanne chuckled faintly, her bitterness softened by Vivian's attempt at humor.

"Oh, by the way," Vivian said, pulling a business card from her bag as the car idled at a red light. "Here."

"What's this?" Roxanne asked, curious.

"A law firm I'm introducing you to."

Roxanne took the card, holding it up to the light. A pristine white card with a single name stood out.

"Jenson Lambert?"

"Mm," Vivian answered smugly.

Roxanne's calm composure faltered. Even though she had spent years as a housewife, this name was legendary in the legal world.

Jenson wasn't just famous—he was a mystery. No one knew his background, but his reputation as a lawyer was unparalleled.

He was dubbed the "Grim Reaper of Law", and his courtroom tactics, often branded as warped logic, could terrify even the toughest judges. His cases were notorious for their shocking twists, winning seemingly unwinnable battles with jaw-dropping reversals.

By all accounts, Vivian shouldn't have been able to connect with someone like him since she was in a different field.

Vivian caught the look on her face and smirked. "Don't underestimate me. Sure, I didn't stick with the law, but I am from a family with a background in the field. Grandpa's a former professor, and Dad's a judge. Those connections run deep, you know."

Roxanne held the card tighter, her fingers trembling.

"You guessed it, didn't you?" Vivian sighed. As much as sge hated lying, she couldn't keep the truth hidden anymore. "Fine. Grandpa found this for you after I told him about your divorce. He wants you to succeed before you visit him. Otherwise, don't bother."

Roxanne's heart clenched. There was no way she could have landed such an opportunity on her own, not as a lawyer with no practical experience after years of being out of the game.

"Thank you," Roxanne said quietly.

"That's it? Just me?" Vivian teased.

Roxanne smiled faintly. "I'll thank Mr. Sullivan properly after I've earned back his respect." Her gaze turned resolute.

"I'll hold you to that," Vivian said with a grin.

Their conversation paused as they reached the police station.

"Want me to come in with you?" Vivian asked.

"No need. I just need to sign some paperwork and pick up my car. You go ahead." Roxanne unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Alright," Vivian agreed.

Waving goodbye, Roxanne headed into the station, retrieved her car, and left.

Her next stop was a renovation company. She had chosen the smaller apartment during the divorce settlement, but it still carried memories of her life with Sebastian. She was determined to erase every trace of them.

She knew that she couldn't keep staying at the hotel. She had the company sell off their old furniture, dump unused items, and even get rid of many things she had once cherished.

Starting fresh was her only option.

After finalizing the renovation plans, signing the contract, and paying the deposit, she handed over the keys.

Her next stop was the bank. Her divorce settlement included 40 million in cash and 20 million in funds. She left the fund untouched, put 20 million into a high-interest term deposit, and kept the remaining 20 million for investment.

Vivian, being in finance, could help her manage the money while also boosting her own performance. It was a win-win.

By the time everything was settled, it was late. Roxanne returned to the hotel, exhausted.

The next morning, she woke early, sitting on the edge of the bed. She stared at Jenson's card, hesitating for several minutes before finally dialing the number.

After a few rings, a deep male voice answered. "Hello."