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Discarded Wife, Legal Legend Rises

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 497    |    Released on: 28/08/2025

owed, and the air buzzed with gossip and laughter. Keith was in his ele

nds, a fellow prosecutor named Mark, said, raisi

her go, Keith," another friend, Sarah

find ourselves first. But some conne

gh his chest. This was right. This

t, Keith?" Mark asked, a smirk on h

boring, a plain, quiet woman who didn't fit into his high-powered world. He had never defend

g well," he said, th

"This isn't really her scene. You need a woman who

smiled and changed the sub

The city lights glittered below like a carpet of scattered diamonds. She wasn't

k point, the fatal flaw in the opponent's strategy. It was a small, overlooked detail in a

er the name Nemesis. The woman who baked cookies and waited for her husb

new document, a blank page. At th

PSON: A C

strengths, his weaknesses, his habits, his blind spots. She analyzed him

nderstand him as a wife. Now, she w

laptop and looked out the window. The skyline of Manh

longer Mr

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Discarded Wife, Legal Legend Rises
Discarded Wife, Legal Legend Rises
“For three years, I gave up my life as "Nemesis," the undefeated lawyer, to be the perfect wife for LA's star prosecutor, Keith Sampson. I traded my legal briefs for cookbooks, believing I could heal the man I loved. On our anniversary, he came home drunk, kissed me desperately, and whispered another woman's name. "Holly," he breathed. "I knew you'd come back to me." But the final verdict on our marriage came at a restaurant. When a waiter spilled a pot of scalding coffee, Keith didn't hesitate. He lunged to shield his ex-girlfriend, Holly, from a few drops. The rest of the pot splashed onto my arm, causing second-degree burns. He panicked over the minor red marks on Holly's hand, rushing her to a private clinic. He never even looked at my blistering skin. He just handed me his credit card. "Take a cab to urgent care," he said. "I'll call you later." That was the moment the devoted wife died. I walked out and never looked back. Three months later, I stood across from him in a courtroom, representing the man he was prosecuting in the biggest case of his career. He had no idea the quiet housewife he'd discarded was the legal legend known as Nemesis. And I was about to destroy his perfect, undefeated record.”