Lawyer Romance Short Stories & Marriage Novels

At the height of my career, I became the youngest law professor in the field and married my childhood sweetheart, Daisy Reid. We were known as the "golden couple of the legal world," and in the eyes of many, we were the perfect loving couple. In the tenth year of our marriage, my mother took my son, Caleb Davis, out, and they were involved in a car accident. The driver had been speeding while intoxicated. My mother only had enough time to shield Caleb in her arms before she died on the spot. To my surprise, my wife, Daisy, appeared and sat next to the murderer, James Benton, as his defense attorney in the courtroom. "Our client was just driving normally when the deceased suddenly rushed out in an attempt to stage an accident, which ultimately led to the accident. The deceased party should bear the main responsibility for the accident." Upon hearing that, I stared at her in disbelief. Soon after, anger surged within me. My eyes bloodshot, I growled, "My mom would never stage an accident! I have a witness!" However, the ten-year-old Caleb, who was to testify as a witness, grabbed James' arm and said, "I testify that Grandma was trying to fake an accident by purposely crashing into Mr. Benton's car. Dad even tried to make me lie. I would never hurt Mr. Benton." The moment those words left his mouth, my heart sank completely.

When I am eight months pregnant, I am hit by a luxury car and lose my baby. The female driver, Stacy Bowman, who hits me, falsely accuses me of trying to extort money. Halfway through my uterus cleaning procedure, Stacy forcibly drags me to court. "If you can't afford to have a child, then don't have one. You're so young, yet you're already trying to scam people for money. My husband spent tens of millions of dollars to buy the car for me, you know? He's a billionaire lawyer. Just wait! He'll sue you until you're bankrupt!" At the defendant's stand, my vision keeps going dark, and the pain I'm feeling is excruciating. In the next second, the courtroom doors open. Stacy throws herself into the lawyer's arms. "Your Honor, my wife would never intentionally hit someone. Someone is obviously trying to stage an accident for compensation. They must be severely punished." As I stare at the familiar figure, the blood in my body runs cold bit by bit. The elite lawyer standing before me in a tailored suit is none other than my husband, Xander Foley, who has told me he is forced to go on a six-month-long business trip.

I'm a family law attorney. My specialty is winning divorce cases for other people. I never imagined that one day, I'd be drafting my own divorce papers. For six years of marriage, Adrian read to me for ten minutes every night. He said it was our little marriage ritual. That was until I came home early from a business trip and heard his voice coming from my female neighbor’s apartment next door. "Vivi, which chapter do you want to hear tonight?" I stood outside her door, still holding the birthday cake I'd bought for him. I turned around, went home, opened my laptop, and went through our marital asset inventory from top to bottom. Later, Adrian knelt outside my law firm, his voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable. He said, "Serena, I was just helping her fall asleep. I never touched her." I set the voice recorder in front of him, and out came words he'd said himself. "She'll never leave me. She's too rational, which actually makes her the easiest to manipulate." I smiled. "Adrian, do you think the judge will find me easy to manipulate too?"

My mother, Dahlia Everson, falls seriously ill and has to undergo emergency treatment. The hospital has issued five critical condition notices for her. While fighting back tears, I call my wife, Nina Jeanes. I tell her, "Mom might not make it. Can you come and see her? She has always cared about you the most…" I hear only the sound of someone typing on the other end. After a long while, Nina finally replies, "Death comes for everyone. It's nothing. I have a court hearing tomorrow, so remember to get me breakfast from that restaurant I frequent." Her indifference makes my heart ache fiercely. After ten years of marriage, she remains as cold as ice. She's always this cold and detached, whether toward me or anyone else. Even when Mom is at death's door, she's thinking of tomorrow's breakfast as if the situation doesn't concern her at all. The only time she's ever shown any visible mood swing is when she had an miscarriage a few years ago. I saw her caressing her stomach sorrowfully in the bedroom. Back then, I naively assumed that she wasn't naturally apathetic but simply didn't know how to express herself. One day, I'm on the way home when I see her tussling with a restaurant owner's wife without a care for her image. She looks nothing like an elite lawyer. I hear her yell, "How do you have the nerve to betray Will when he treats you so well?" It's the first time in ten years that I've seen her looked completely unhinged. In that moment, I realize something—her coldness had always been reserved only for me.