Wife and Intern’s Game, Their Shared Debt

She froze for a moment, finally sensing something was wrong. Her expression softened slightly.

“What’s wrong with you? You don’t look happy.”

“I had a few drinks tonight, maybe my tone was too harsh. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Honestly, I came back because I was worried you’d be lonely.”

Three lies in a row, without even a pause.

In five years of marriage, Sophia had rarely backed down. The only times she did, she had an ulterior motive.

Sure enough, the next second, she tilted her head, watching me carefully.

“I thought it over. What your assistant did wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have forced you to apologize.”

“I know you don’t want me to fire him. So how about this—if you give Jason a little compensation and let him take the lead in your upcoming case, I’ll let it go?”

I sneered.

Of course. She had only come back for Jason.

The case I had on my hands now was no easier than my last reversal case. Yet she wanted Jason to skip all the groundwork and ride my coattails straight into court.

What a cunning move.

I smirked, and under her hopeful gaze, said,

“Alright.”

Sophia relaxed, visibly delighted that I’d agreed so easily.

But even as she gained the upper hand, she couldn’t resist scolding me.

“See? Isn’t this better? Your assistant only picks on Jason because he’s jealous Jason is more talented. Keep him in line. Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”

I nodded.

“You’re right. Since Jason is so talented, it would be a waste to let him just sit second chair. Why don’t we hand over the entire case to him? Daniel and I can step aside.”

Sophia froze, her face darkening instantly.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?”

“Ethan Parker, I came to discuss this nicely. Do you have to spit in my face?”

Her mask had slipped so quickly, it almost amused me.

But I couldn’t blame her. No one knew better than she did how incompetent Jason really was.

The case was already halfway through, and not just anyone could handle it.

I stayed silent, watching her tantrum with calm detachment.

Finally, breathless with anger, she snapped:

“Fine! You’re mad because I showed Jason the lace lingerie, right? Tomorrow I’ll wear it for you instead, happy?”

“A grown man sulking over something like that—aren’t you ashamed?”

Even now, she thought I cared about lingerie.

“No thanks. Secondhand things disgust me. Better save them for Jason.”

Sophia paled, her face flashing between red and white.

She refused to admit anything and lashed out:

“Ethan Parker, I’m your wife! How dare you slander me!”

“You’d better apologize right now, or else you can live like a monk for the rest of your life. Don’t even dream of touching me again!”

I laughed coldly.

“You think you’re some kind of goddess? Don’t flatter yourself.”

It was probably the harshest thing I had ever said to her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stormed out, slamming the door.

I couldn’t care less. I calmly locked the door behind her and went straight to sleep.