My Lawyer Wife Destroyed Evidence for Her Ex—So I Sent Them Both to Prison

My wife was widely considered a paragon of justice.

For ten years, Hailey Mann had built a reputation as a fearless attorney, one who bowed to no power and fought tirelessly for the voiceless. Her name was synonymous with integrity.

Yet in the case that mattered most—the one I was handling—she had burned the evidence I'd spent months collecting.

All for him. The defendant. Her first love.

In the courtroom, she sat at the defense table, her expression a mask of indifference.

"Does plaintiff's counsel have any further statements?" the judge asked.

I stared at her for a long moment, a hollow laugh escaping my lips. I lowered my head.

"No, Your Honor."

If she couldn't forget him, fine. I'd make sure they shared the same fate—behind bars.

——

Due to "insufficient evidence," Wyatt Farley was declared not guilty and released immediately.

He threw his head back and laughed, arrogance filling the room.

"Attorney Harding, didn't you say I was guilty?" He stepped closer, voice dripping with mockery. "Where's the proof? Go on—produce it."

I met his gaze with ice.

He sauntered over to my wife, standing beside her to twist the knife deeper.

"Attorney Mann is truly impartial," Wyatt sneered, draping an arm near her. "That's why she didn't let certain people's petty schemes succeed. Isn't that right, Henry?"

Hailey looked at me. Her lips parted, but the words died in her throat.

I said nothing. I packed my files with deliberate calm and walked out.

The moment I stepped outside, my phone buzzed. A message from Hailey.

I'm sorry. I couldn't just watch Wyatt rot in jail.

A scoff tore from my throat.

She couldn't bear to see him face consequences, so she felt entitled to trample my work? Laughable.

Another message arrived moments later.

I know I wronged you, and I apologize. But as long as you drop your vendetta against Wyatt, you'll remain a distinguished lawyer—and I'll remain your loving wife.

Was that a threat?

My grip tightened until my knuckles went white.

Hailey, I thought bitterly, we've been married ten years. Have you forgotten I don't bow to threats?

I typed my reply, fingers striking the screen hard.

I will put Wyatt Farley in prison. You cannot save him.

Her call came through almost immediately. I declined it, powered off my phone, and drove straight to the firm.

My junior associate Dylan Finch intercepted me the moment I walked in. He looked frantic.

"Henry, we have a problem."

I paused. "What is it?"

"Just look."

He shoved his phone into my hand. The trending headline was bold and damning:

Celebrity Lawyer Frames Innocent Man Out of Jealousy.

The article didn't name me explicitly, but every attached photo was mine.

My blood ran cold.

So this was Hailey's leverage.

Ruthless.

Ten years of marriage, and she'd discard our bond without a second thought. She wasn't just trying to ruin my reputation—she was trying to bury me.

I scrolled to the comments. A cesspool of manufactured outrage.

Pfft, some "famous lawyer." Thinks knowing the law makes him a god?

Where's the bar association? Investigate this guy immediately.

Serves him right. His wife obviously went back to her first love because he's a loser.

I handed the phone back to Dylan.

"Out of sight, out of mind."

"But Henry—"

"I don't care about the mob," I said evenly. "They don't want the truth. They want a spectacle."

Dylan's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, face paling.

"It's... Hailey."

She couldn't reach me, so she'd called my subordinate. Reluctantly, Dylan put it on speaker.

"Husband, I'm begging you." Hailey's voice trembled with feigned desperation. "Can you just promise not to make things difficult for Wyatt anymore? I don't want him to go to jail—and I don't want you to get hurt, either. Please."

I remained silent, listening to her hypocrisy.