My husband has fought countless lawsuits and never lost a single one, earning him the title of "national lawyer" from thousands of netizens.

However, he unexpectedly lost when he took on a commercial lawsuit for my father's company that seemed like a sure win.

The court's first-instance ruling ordered my father to pay a staggering ten billion in compensation. He suffered a heart attack immediately after leaving the court. Then, he passed away before he could be taken to the hospital.

My mother couldn't bear the blow. After informing me of the news from abroad, she jumped off the hospital rooftop.

I rushed back frantically. As soon as I landed, the butler ran over and knelt before me, wailing hysterically.

"Miss, you must avenge your father and mother!"

After helping Franklin to his feet, I learned that the lawyer defending my father's company was not Hans Lowell, but his female assistant, Pamela Walter.

I erupted in anger.

I called Hans repeatedly, but his phone remained turned off.

That evening, while keeping vigil for my parents at home, I saw that Pamela had updated her social media.

It was a nine-grid photo of a dinner.

Candlelight, red wine, roses, everything.

The last photo showed her holding a man's hand.

The diamond ring on his ring finger was precisely the same as mine.

The caption read: [My first solo court appearance ended in defeat and my mood was ruined. Luckily, my boyfriend was considerate. He booked a flight here that day to accompany me and cheer me up.]

[The feeling of being loved is truly wonderful.]

Below the caption were dozens of blessings and over 99 likes, filled with a hint of romance, forming a stark contrast to the bleak atmosphere at my home.

At that moment, my already broken heart shattered completely.

I directly called the deputy director of the law firm. I asked him to immediately form an investigation team to thoroughly investigate Hans and Pamela.

——

The deputy director disagreed, but instead stammered.

"Mr. Lowell is your husband. This isn't necessary, is it?"

"My parents died in one day!"

"You're telling me it's unnecessary?"

"Uh … that's not what I meant."

"I understand your grief, but doing this could have a significant impact on Mr. Lowell's reputation."

"Mr. Lowell is a national lawyer and the face of our law firm. His reputation is directly tied to our performance."

"Besides, you're married. You can make up … "

"You're fired."

"That's it."

I didn't feel like arguing with him, so I fired him on the spot.

Then, in the main group chat for the law firm, I announced that I would immediately appeal the verdict for my father's case and launch an investigation into Hans and Pamela.

However, no one in the group of over one hundred people responded. Instead, many tagged Hans.

[Pamela was appearing in court independently for the first time, so it's understandable that she was nervous. Losing the case is normal. You can't say that just because the case involving the director's father was lost, the director should make a big deal out of it, right?]

[Mr. Lowell, I think the director is jealous. You should comfort her.]

[Yes, Mr. Lowell, as a newcomer to the legal profession, we should protect Pamela and give her enough understanding.]

Finally, the deputy director I had dismissed tagged me.

[Did you see that?]

[This is what the people want!]

The two comments were filled with a strong sense of provocation and sarcasm.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that, at some point, I had been sidelined as the director of the law firm.

These people had probably long forgotten who had funded the establishment of the law firm.

And who had invested a significant amount of money to provide them with the highest-level training and continuously introduced them to high-quality clients.

They grew from newcomers in the legal field to seasoned lawyers step by step.

Their salaries had also risen from a few thousand initially to over a hundred thousand, or even several hundred thousand now.

Perhaps from the day Hans quickly rose to fame and became a nationally renowned lawyer, they no longer saw me, who was not a lawyer, as their director.

They all looked up to Hans Lowell.

Not long after I sent the message, that man called me.

No comfort, no explanation.

He launched into a fierce tirade right away.

"Esther LaRue, are you crazy?"

"Even if you're upset because your parents died and you're taking it out on me, that's fine. I'm your husband and I can tolerate that. But why drag Pamela into this?"

"She's still a newcomer who just started appearing in court independently and is in her probationary period. What you're doing could ruin her future!"

"You're talking to me about her future now? Hmph!"

I laughed angrily. My already shattered heart felt like it had been thrown into a meat grinder, causing another wave of excruciating pain.

"Hans, let me tell you."

"Compared to my parents' lives, her future or your reputation—none of it matters!"

"You!"

"You're completely unreasonable!"

Hans spoke impatiently, "I don't want to argue with you. I don't care, but you must sincerely apologize to Pamela in the group chat."

"Additionally, you've been occupying the director's position for so many years despite being an outsider and many people in the law firm have complaints about this."

"Resign tomorrow. I'll take over the director's position."

"Both matters must be handled properly, or we'll divorce!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The busy tone from the phone left my mind in a daze.

Is this the man I've loved for eight years?

Just after my parents passed away, he's pulling this stunt?

After calming down for a while, I texted several messages to a person in my contact list who was labeled the president of the Latrell Lawyers Association.

[Three things: one, draft a divorce agreement forcing Hans to leave with nothing and assign a team of lawyers to prepare to help me with the divorce lawsuit.]

[Two, file an appeal with the court in the name of the Latrell Lawyers Association and request a retrial.]

[Three, immediately establish an investigation team targeting Hans and Pamela and thoroughly investigate the two of them.]

[Investigate until they have nothing left!]

It was a big deal.

Since Hans wanted to cause trouble, I didn't mind causing a scene either!

As soon as the message was sent, the other party replied instantly.

[Understood, Mrs. LaRue.]

[We will ensure the task is completed.]

The next morning, Hans called, likely having been notified by the Latrell Lawyer Association that he would be investigated.

I swiped my finger and rejected the call.

Now he's starting to panic, feeling scared?

Too late.

After making over a dozen calls that were all rejected, Hans began sending me voice messages.

"Esther, are you out of your mind?"

"We could have resolved this internally. What's the point of involving the Latrell Lawyer Association?"

"The Latrell Lawyer Association has actually dispatched three investigative teams and eight inquiry groups to investigate me and Pamela! The entire industry is in an uproar! It's even trending on the hot search headlines!"

I was taken aback, not expecting the Latrell Lawyer Association to make such a big fuss.

Three investigative teams, eight investigation groups.

This scale was unprecedented.

Just hearing it was terrifying enough. You could imagine how Hans was feeling right now.

"Esther, stop playing dumb. Answer me!"

"Do you have any idea how bad this looks? You're completely ruining me!"

Usually, when Hans got angry, even if I was the one who had been wronged, I would immediately try to appease him and cheer him up.

But this time, his messages went unanswered, like stones sinking into the depths of the sea.

Realizing that I was furious this time, Hans began to feel a little panicked.

After a moment, his tone softened.

When you called me yesterday, I was stressed about the case I'm working on, so I spoke to you in a rude manner. Isn't an apology enough?"

I couldn't hold back anymore. I tapped to start the call and coldly asked, "I bet you were discussing the case in your female assistant's bed, weren't you?"

"Was the candlelit dinner last night fragrant?"

"Were your precious female assistant's hands soft?" "

"Wife, please don't misunderstand!"

"It's not what you think!"

I moved my fingers and blocked him directly.

I no longer needed any explanations.

Let him keep those words to tell my parents later.

Meanwhile, Hans looked at the red exclamation marks following his consecutive messages and his expression darkened rapidly.

"Damn it!"

"Bitch!"

A single curse wasn't enough to vent his anger; he smashed the phone into pieces.

Pamela, wearing a sexy nightgown, leaned into his arms and pouted. "Darling, you shouldn't have bothered explaining to her. It made it seem like you were afraid of her."

Hans pinched her cheek and said solemnly, "This matter isn't as simple as you think."

"I thought Esther's foundation was her father and the company."

"But now that her father is dead and the company is on the brink of collapse, the Latrell Lawyer Association is still willing to go to great lengths for her."

"It seems Esther has an identity I don't know about, one that gives her significant power."

"We need to keep her calm until we completely figure out her hidden identity."

"How do we do that?"

Pamela pouted and asked, "You wouldn't want me to delete the social media post I made last night, would you?"

"So many people have liked and commented on it. Deleting it so quickly would be embarrassing."

Hans said solemnly, "Not only do we have to delete the post, but we also have to go back immediately and apologize to that bitch together."

"No way!"

"I don't want to … "

Pamela shook Hans's arm while continuing to pout in a sweet voice.

Hans didn't fall for it this time, instead smirking and giving her a light slap on the butt.

"Be good, listen to me."

"Once this is settled, I'll divorce that bitch and marry you in a grand wedding."

"Hmph, fine then."

Pamela reluctantly agreed, her eyes darting around before her lips curled into a faint smile. She then opened a shopping app, bought a box of contraceptives and several sets of bedding. And secretly changed the default delivery address to my home address.

That evening, Hans rushed to my villa with Pamela.

He glanced at my parents' photos, placed the flower before them and then gently put his hands on my shoulders.

"Esther, take care of yourself."

"I'm also deeply saddened by the passing of your parents, but … "

"Shut up."

I coldly interrupted him, "I explicitly designated you to handle my father's company's legal case, yet you handed it over to your assistant for practice. Do you even consider yourself human?"

I then yanked the bouquet he had put and threw it on the ground, saying, "You have no right to pay respects to my parents and you have even less right to tell me to accept my condolences."

"Right now, I just want both of you to accept mine."