At the time, I was busy with a high-stakes case, so she couldn’t go after me directly. Instead, she began targeting Daniel Scott, my assistant.
I knew exactly what she was doing—using him as a way to slap me in the face, to prove that even if I brought my own student into the firm, she could still make me look bad.
In the past, I endured it for the sake of our marriage. But now, I no longer wanted to endure.
“I’ve decided to jump ship to another firm. Their salary and benefits are more than double what I get here. Do you want to come with me?” I asked Daniel.
He was thrilled at first, but then hesitated.
“Ethan, everyone knows your ability. But if you take me too, wouldn’t that put you in a tough spot?”
I chuckled.
“Don’t let Sophia gaslight you. You’re my student—how bad could you be?”
After hanging up, I grabbed the divorce papers and went to the private dining room where Jason had organized a dinner.
The moment I walked in, the lively room fell silent.
Jason and Sophia sat in the center, surrounded by colleagues like they were celebrities, just about to toast with intertwined arms.
When she saw me, Sophia reluctantly stood, her expression sour.