The Truth Behind My Divorce After Six Childfree Years

Fiona also knelt down in front of me with a thud.

“Nicole, please, I truly love Brother Michael. Please let me have a child for Michael.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave after giving birth and never see him again.” Michael panicked, he grabbed Fiona and roared,

“Fiona, I won’t let you leave! You promised to be with me and help us take the law firm international! Have you forgotten?”

“If you leave, I’ll shut down the firm and haunt you to the ends of the earth!”

He turned angrily at me,

“Nicole, I know I owe you so much. Fiona is innocent. If you insist on forcing her away, then let’s get a divorce.”

“I gave you fame, status, and a comfortable life. Do you think you can have everything you have today without me?”

Only at that moment did I realize how much pain my father felt when I knelt down and berated him for being heartless.

That day, I ran out of the hotel in tears, leaving them there embracing and comforting each other.

How could I swallow this? I ran to the law firm and smashed their office.

I threw all of Fiona’s belongings at the door and posted a sign on the entrance that read, “Bitches and dogs are not allowed.”

I told my clients about Fiona, detailing her heartlessness and shamelessness.

I called each client individually, recounting Fiona’s depraved character.

But Michael only needed one phone call to land me at the police station.

With his current status and power, a single curse word could be used to draw up legal charges, ranging from personal attack to psychological harm, let alone my blatant attack on Fiona.

He crushed me like an ant.

In court, I was pathetic and furious, like a madman, my eyes bloodshot as he listed my crimes one by one.

Then he easily convicted me.

In the end, he pleaded with the judge for leniency, sentencing me to only three months in prison. My reputation was ruined; a well-known lawyer in Everton City was imprisoned for publicly defaming and spreading rumors about someone.

That day, Michael handed me a divorce agreement, coldly saying,

“Sign it. I can’t let my child be an illegitimate child.”

“Don’t worry, as long as you sincerely admit your mistakes and live peacefully with Fiona from now on, I won’t mistreat you.”

I threw the divorce agreement at his face, telling him that unless I died, Fiona would forever be a mistress who couldn’t see the light of day.

Michael looked at me expressionlessly, placing a document in front of me,

“If you want your uncle’s soul to be restless because of you, then you don’t have to sign.”

After Michael became successful, he moved my father’s tomb from the mountains to the most luxurious cemetery. Because he handled everything, the grave was in his name.

If he wanted, he could indeed dig up the bones and scatter the ashes.

That day, I wanted to slap him, to ask him how he could treat my father like this. He was his savior; how could he do this?

In the end, I signed it with red eyes.

Because I had already caused his death with my willfulness; I couldn’t let him suffer in the afterlife.

To warn me, Michael used some extreme measures, transferring the entire law firm to Fiona’s name. He even offered to saddle me with massive debts, forcing me to grovel before Fiona.