Connor and I were both high-profile attorneys. He was a rising star in corporate finance, while I specialized exclusively in divorce litigation. Our relationship was stable, our careers complemented each other, and we had been featured multiple times in legal magazines. In the industry, we were considered the model power couple. That was, until a college reunion. Connor’s college sweetheart suddenly teared up, mentioning that she had married the wrong man and was living a miserable life. Finally, she looked at Connor with tear-blurred eyes. "Connor... do you take divorce cases?" 01 Neither Connor nor I had originally planned to attend this alumni reunion. But I wrapped up my casework early and decided to tag along with him. Besides, at a reunion like this, running into an old flame and catching up was perfectly normal. I figured my presence there might just be a third wheel. Connor couldn't help but laugh. "Attorney Chloe, you’re just a workaholic without a husband for the night, but you sure know how to spin it. You truly deserve your title as the firm’s top litigator." "Everyone agreed to bring their plus-ones. We have a beautiful life together, there's no lingering 'what-ifs' from the past." "Do me the honor and come with me?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. My remaining workload wasn't urgent, so I changed my clothes and headed out with him. Who knew my passing thought would become a prophecy. At the reunion, we really did run into Connor's "one that got away," Olivia. Olivia was Connor’s girlfriend in college. Back then, they were the golden couple—the handsome scholar and the beautiful campus queen. After graduation, Olivia entered the workforce, while Connor stayed for his master's in law. They say graduation season is breakup season. Add to that the crushing workload of law school, and Connor couldn't even provide her with basic companionship. Olivia quickly found a new boyfriend. Rumor had it, he was the heir to the company she worked for. I didn't know if Connor had been devastated by the breakup back then. But whenever he mentioned that past relationship to me later, he brushed it off with a few casual words: "We just wanted different things." But unrequited young love—how could she not be the elusive "white moonlight" in his memory? Olivia looked a bit thin. Her porcelain face had light makeup, her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and she was still undeniably beautiful. Yet, she was alone. A curious classmate asked about the "plus-one" rule, wondering why she hadn't brought her other half. Olivia just smiled and said nothing. I lifted my gaze to glance at Connor. He was focused entirely on peeling shrimp for me. Hearing the question, he even shared a knowing smile with me, his expression completely unfazed. After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere grew lively. The conversations deepened. Some people were networking and referring jobs, while others silently exchanged business cards. We were all adults in our thirties now; the unspoken rules of society were ingrained in our minds. The passionate bonds of our college days, sealed with a warm "plus-one" invite, were now just the perfect bridge for exchanging resources. Only Olivia sat alone in the corner, looking slightly out of place. She had lived a life of luxury for years, and these corporate struggles were completely alien to her now. Someone walked over to her with a wine glass, half-joking: "I heard our campus queen married into serious money! It’s a shame you didn’t bring your husband today. Otherwise, us corporate drones could have asked the billionaire heir for a leg up." Olivia remained silent for a long moment before raising her glass and downing her wine in one gulp. Her eyes turned red, and even her voice trembled: "I don't think I can help you guys with that. I... I'm planning to get a divorce." 02 The classmate had only been making polite banter. But at Olivia’s words, a wave of awkwardness washed over his face. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea..." The private dining room gradually quieted down. Olivia’s tears suddenly spilled over. She looked utterly heartbroken. "It's my own fault for being blind. I married the wrong man. I can't blame anyone else." A female classmate handed her a tissue. Between sobs, Olivia began to tell her story. It was nothing new: her husband was unfaithful, the family assets were entirely controlled by her in-laws, and his mistress had even provoked her so aggressively that it caused her to suffer a miscarriage. A beautiful woman crying is always a compelling sight. The old classmates listened, filled with righteous indignation. "What a scumbag! Why haven't you divorced him yet?!" "Exactly! Our campus queen has the looks and the degree. Why should you put up with this?" "Divorce him today, find a young boy toy tomorrow! Life is short, live it up while you can." Naturally, someone took the opportunity to point to Connor and me. "Hey, don't Connor and Chloe run their own law firm? With our top-tier attorney here, you have nothing to worry about! Not only will you get the divorce, but they'll strip that billionaire of everything he's got!" Olivia's eyes lit up, and her sobbing slowly ceased. I turned to look at Connor as well. His face was calm. He merely squeezed my hand a little tighter. He spoke in a steady voice, "My wife is the head of our divorce litigation department. If you need anything, you can consult her." The atmosphere froze for a second. Olivia bit her lip, staring at me for a long moment before asking softly: "I've heard of Attorney Chloe's stellar reputation. I wonder if it would be too much trouble to ask for some help?" I sighed inwardly. Her situation was actually very clear and painfully typical. Trust fund kids might be blinded by love, but the first-generation wealth builders are always ruthlessly clear-headed. Many wealthy families operate this exact way. They let the woman marry into the family, they let her live in the lap of luxury, but by the same token, they can kick her to the curb at any moment. All the legal procedures and financial structures are ironclad, leaving zero loopholes. I weighed my words carefully, trying to analyze her situation as objectively as possible: "...From a legal standpoint, the marital assets available for equitable distribution are practically zero." "Even if he is the party at fault." Olivia's mouth dropped open in shock. I pointed to the rare leather Hermes Birkin bag sitting on her chair. "Perhaps, you should try to strategize and ask for more high-value gifts." "Jewelry, designer clothes, and luxury goods like that are typically not subject to asset division during a divorce. They default to the woman's personal property." Olivia's face instantly changed. She stared at me with a dark, heavy gaze: "So, what you're saying, Attorney Chloe, is that after all my years of youth and sacrifice, all I can walk away with is a few handbags?" I was slightly surprised by her reading comprehension, but I nodded anyway. "It's incredibly common for the ultra-wealthy to do this kind of pre-marital legal structuring." A female classmate muttered a curse at the scumbag husband, while others whispered their sympathies for Olivia. Olivia ignored me completely. Instead, she turned her gaze back to Connor. "Connor, do you agree with this?" Connor stiffened, his grip on my hand tightening even more. I had to use a considerable amount of force to pull my hand away. With Connor's professional experience, he understood this situation even better than I did. Sure enough, he remained silent. Seeing this, Olivia let out a few cold laughs. Then, she grabbed her bag and stood straight up: "I may not be as successful as you, Attorney Chloe, but I'm not so pathetic that I'd trade years of my relationship for a few handbags." "Tell me, Attorney Chloe. Right now you're advising me to trade my love for bags. What's the next step?" "Are you going to suggest I pop out a few kids to extort them for child support?" "If this is the kind of advice a 'top-tier' divorce lawyer gives, then I don't need it." 03 Because of the scene Olivia caused, the reunion ended early. The restaurant was quite a distance from our house. Even with clear night traffic, the drive took nearly twenty minutes. Connor sat in the passenger seat in complete silence. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His eyes were half-closed, but his brow was deeply furrowed. This was the exact expression he wore whenever he encountered a particularly thorny case. I understood. After all, anyone would be slightly shaken by everything that had happened tonight. When we got home, I went into the study to handle some work. Connor didn't follow me in like he usually did. I didn't mind. That was, until the sound of shattering glass suddenly echoed from the living room. I walked out to see Connor standing in front of the wine cabinet. Red wine was splattered across the floor, looking like a gruesome crime scene. I frowned. "Why the massive mood swing?" Connor paused as he reached for a glass shard. "What?" I kept it brief: "Olivia." Connor fell silent again. A trace of annoyance suddenly flared up inside me. Regarding tonight's events, I was the one who should be angry. Olivia's inexplicable outburst before she left had left me speechless. So, I coldly reminded him: "Connor, I told you early on I didn't want to go. You insisted I come along." "You were also the one who directed Olivia to ask me for advice." Connor looked up at me, the bloodshot veins in his eyes clearly visible: "Yes. But Chloe, did you really have to be so harsh with your words?" I experienced a brief moment of pure confusion. I seriously had to think about whether the "harshness" he referred to was my conversation with Olivia, or my current tone with him. Connor rubbed his temples wearily: "Chloe, you're so smart, and you're always the objective observer. You saw at a glance that it was a dead end." "But did you ever put yourself in her shoes? As the client, she's already in immense pain from a miserable marriage." "Why did you have to rub salt in her wounds?" He even looked at me dead in the eye. "Chloe, where is your empathy?" I literally laughed out loud from the sheer absurdity. Thankfully, years of courtroom conditioning meant my mouth reacted faster than my brain: "Connor, get your facts straight. I am not the cause of Olivia's miserable marriage." "Instead of preaching to me about meaningless empathy, you should teach Olivia how to leverage her resources." "If she had even an ounce of sense to use what she had, she wouldn't have ended up in this pathetic situation." "Besides, when it comes to asset protection and legal structuring for high-net-worth clients, you know the drill better than anyone." "What, did you just never imagine that one day those tactics would be used against your precious first love?" Connor's face turned ugly. He clearly hadn't expected me to be so sharp-tongued. He instinctively opened his mouth to explain, "Chloe, that's not what I meant..." I curled my lips into a sneer, unable to hold back my sarcasm: "Then what did you mean? Don't tell me you actually think that in this day and age, a mere marriage certificate is enough to walk away with half an empire built over generations?" "Or when you go to court, are you going to negotiate with the judge about how much 'feelings' and 'youth' are financially worth?" "Connor, what exactly are you so angry about?" Connor stayed silent for a very long time, then let out a heavy sigh. I watched as he meticulously wrapped the glass shards in paper, and painstakingly cleaned up the spilled red wine. Once everything was handled, he reached out and pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry, Chloe." "I know everything you said was the truth. I just lost my head for a second." "I just... felt a little sorry for her." "But at the end of the day, it was her choice, and it has nothing to do with anyone else." 04 I didn't let the argument escalate further. First, he had already apologized to me with utmost sincerity. He bought flowers, bought gifts, spent money, and put in the effort. He even thoughtfully left a note on the bank transfer that read: "Voluntary Gift." Second, I didn't hold my partner to some impossible standard of perfection. Olivia was a preexisting fact long before I came into the picture. No matter how they broke up, the beautiful moments of their past love wouldn't just change or disappear. Perhaps people change, and things fade. But those memories will always become precious under the weight of time. I allowed Connor to keep that preciousness. People are emotional creatures, after all. Even an object becomes hard to part with after a long time, let alone someone you once loved. If I were in Connor's shoes today, I might not be entirely stone-hearted either. And objectively, Olivia's situation was pitiful. Putting aside her Ivy League degree and the bright future she should have had. As a woman, I sympathized with the pain and despair of being betrayed by the person she shared a bed with. I also admired her resolve to choose divorce when faced with a rotting marriage. That was part of my genuine inner thought. When I first entered the legal field, I didn't have the luxury of picking my cases. Whatever landed on my desk, I poured my soul into it. Later, as I climbed the ranks and gained authority, I truly pivoted toward becoming a specialized divorce lawyer. Of course, before things truly fell apart, I believed every relationship deserved to be treated with care. Connor was exactly that. He was handsome, had a great personality, excelled at his job, and was a fantastic cook. In his early thirties, he maintained a strict fitness routine. His abs were clearly defined, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—he was vibrant and full of life. By all worldly standards, he matched my preferences perfectly. So, this marriage, as it stood, was worth protecting. Life moved forward calmly. Connor and I worked as usual. If we happened to get off work early, we'd catch a movie or he'd cook a massive dinner. Olivia seemed like a side quest in a video game that briefly popped up. If ignored, it would quickly disappear. I didn't hear about her again until half a month later. It was a small get-together with friends, and coincidentally, one of Connor's old classmates was there. The classmate suddenly brought her up. "She and her husband have been fighting like crazy lately. Her Instagram used to be so aesthetic and peaceful, but now it's all dramatic, depressing quotes. It's a mess." "Oh right, Connor, what's up with you two playing the cold, elite couple in the group chat?" "Was it because of that night? Because she inexplicably blew up at Chloe?" I froze, lifting my gaze to look at Connor. Connor was busy boiling some vegetables in the hotpot. He thought for a second, then unlocked his phone and pushed it in front of me. He kept it brief: "She tried to add me a few times. I didn't accept." I glanced at the screen. Olivia had sent five consecutive friend requests. The first was the default system message. The second had a note: [It's Olivia]. The third said: [I have something to ask you]. Clearly, Connor had ignored the first three. So for the fourth, she wrote: [Are all you lawyers this arrogant and condescending?] Connor still didn't accept. The most recent one read: [I was overly emotional that night. Please apologize to Attorney Chloe for me.] I looked at Connor. "You're not going to respond?" Connor furrowed his brow. "There's no need." I thought for a moment. Then I clicked reply under Olivia's final message: [No need. This is Chloe.] I assumed this would be the end of it. But a few days later, our law firm welcomed an unexpected guest. Olivia. 05 A visitor is a guest; there was no reason to refuse her entry. When I finished a meeting and returned to the office area, she was standing in front of the firm's Wall of Honor near the entrance. It was covered in the firm's history, profiles of our practicing attorneys, and various awards. Olivia had her head tilted up, reading through them one by one. Finally, her gaze locked onto a specific spot. It was the page for the firm's partners. Connor's photo hung in the most prominent spot, his name followed by a long list of honors and awards. I stood behind her for several minutes before she finally snapped out of her daze. I cut straight to the chase: "Is there something we can help you with today, Ms. Olivia?" She smiled, her eyes curving. "Attorney Chloe is so brilliant, can't you guess why I'm here?" I feigned curiosity: "This is a law firm. Naturally, you're here for a lawsuit." "Don't tell me you just came to sightsee." The smile in her eyes vanished inch by inch. "Yes." "But I have a question. Are all the divorce cases here handled exclusively by you, Attorney Chloe?" I leaned back against the wall, quietly assessing her. She was wearing a hot pink slip dress today. Compared to the light makeup from that night, this was a bold, intense look that certainly caught the eye. With every movement, a strong scent of perfume wafted through the air. The corners of my lips curled up slightly: "Divorce isn't exactly a complex legal matter. The facts are usually clear, the targets are simple." "Any of the attorneys you just saw on that wall are more than capable." She stared intensely into my eyes: "What about Attorney Connor?" I raised my hand and pointed down the hall: "Connor's office is right over there." "But he's in a meeting right now. You'll have to wait." "Thank you, Attorney Chloe." Olivia tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "But I already made an appointment with the receptionist." At 4:30 PM, Connor returned to his office. The receptionist must have informed him beforehand; his expression didn't change much when he saw Olivia. He walked over to me first. "Chloe, wait for me. We'll head out exactly at 5:00." I nodded. We had a movie date at 6:00 PM. Olivia followed Connor into his office. To protect client confidentiality, it was standard practice to close the door during consultations. I watched as Connor noticeably hesitated, then opted to leave the door slightly ajar. Low voices drifted out. It was mostly Olivia speaking, with Connor occasionally asking a question. I couldn't be bothered to eavesdrop, so I used the time to review my case files. At 5:00 PM, the Slack notification popped up right on time, reminding everyone the workday was over. I glanced over at his office. They weren't done. Colleagues began filtering out one by one. The sweet girl at the front desk came over to ask if I needed her to order overtime dinner. I smiled and shook my head. "No thanks, I'm leaving right now." By 5:30 PM, the door across from me had somehow been shut completely tight. Olivia's hot pink silhouette reflected against the frosted glass, looking even more vibrant under the bright office lights. At 5:40 PM, I grabbed my bag, left, and drove to the movie theater. Connor never showed up. But during the movie, my phone kept blowing up with texts and calls from him. Annoyed, I just switched it to airplane mode. Peace at last. When the movie ended, I followed the crowd out and immediately spotted Connor standing by the exit. His gaze cut through the sea of people, landing heavily on me. He stepped forward, his tone rushed and panicked: "Chloe, I didn't mean to miss it. I lost track of time, and then I couldn't reach you." "I rushed over as fast as I could, but they said I was 20 minutes late and wouldn't let me in. All I could do was wait here." A faint, unmistakable perfume drifted off his clothes. Fighting down a wave of nausea, I cut him off. "Let's just go home." 06 Connor took Olivia's case. He brought it up the second we walked through the door: "Olivia wants me to represent her in this lawsuit. She spent the whole time detailing everything that's happened over the last few years, which is why I missed the movie." "She's had a really hard time. She just wanted a normal life, but then she got tangled up with a family like that..." "But Chloe, if you're uncomfortable with it, I can drop it." As he spoke, he took a step closer to me. That wave of nausea hit me again. I couldn't help but say bluntly, "Your perfume smell is a bit strong." He froze, immediately explaining: "Olivia's heel broke. I just caught her so she wouldn't fall." "I'll go shower right now." Two days later. A girl from the admin department brought over a stack of representation agreements for the firm's official seal. I glanced at them, and Olivia's contract was right on top. The "Lead Attorney" line was blank. I asked, "Is this case signed?" "Attorney Connor said he'll sign it later," she explained, then added, "But her retainer has been paid in full." I nodded. That afternoon, Connor specifically sought me out. He even brought his tablet with the preliminary case files, looking incredibly serious. "Chloe, she can't drag this out any longer. She needs someone to guide her and cut the Gordian knot." "Connor, I didn't realize you weren't just a lawyer, but a magician too." He blinked. "What?" I burst out laughing. "Isn't it all right there in the background check?" "The company and the real estate are all under his parents' names. Even the husband himself lives off a trust fund allowance." "Good thing Olivia hasn't worked since they got married, otherwise she'd be giving him half her income." "For a case like this, she's paying you top dollar. Honestly, unless you have some kind of magic wand, what can you do?" Connor's face went pale. He looked at me: "Chloe, I haven't signed it yet." "If you're really this upset, I can transfer it to another colleague." "But trust me, I know what I'm doing. I promise you, it's strictly professional." I smiled. Just listen to him. From 'I can drop it' at the beginning, to 'I can transfer it' now. The difference in commitment was glaringly obvious. And, of course, the prerequisite was still 'if you're really this upset.' I waved my hand, replying warmly: "I'm just joking, don't take it so seriously." "The client already paid the retainer. If you should sign it, sign it." "At the end of the day, it's revenue for the firm." ... Olivia began frequenting the law firm. At first, she would politely greet me, or specifically mention that if I was worried, I could sit in on the meetings in Connor's office. After I politely declined a few times. She started just standing outside my door, giving me a curt nod before twisting her hips and walking straight into his office. I looked up. The glass door across the hall was shut tight. Faint, scattered laughter drifted out, the tones drawn out and flirtatious, designed to tug at a man's heartstrings. I got up and went to the conference room. Today was our regular staff meeting. After reviewing the month's cases. A junior associate asked, "Chloe, where's Connor? Why didn't he come to the meeting? I had a case I wanted his advice on." I said, "He's busy." The colleague let out a disappointed 'oh,' then smiled: "Chloe, you handled that case last time so brilliantly! I read the ruling. The husband didn't get away with a single cent. That has to be one of the most satisfying divorce victories in years, right?" "That case was indeed a textbook example. I'll summarize the key points and post it in the group chat later." "Thank you so much! I really want to study it." Right then, Connor pushed the door open and walked in. "Study what? Chloe, why didn't you grab me for the meeting?" Before I could speak, the junior associate chimed in: "Chloe said you were busy." Connor froze. The associate smacked his forehead: "We were just talking about studying Chloe's amazing case file." "Oh right, Connor, didn't you just take on a new divorce case? You should check the group chat too, it might come in handy!" Connor hesitated, glancing over at me. The corners of my lips curled up. "Attorney Connor's case is highly complex. I'm afraid my methods won't apply."
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