Two days later, the woman returned to Lucas's office.
He greeted her politely, voice calm as always. "Would you like some tea or coffee, ma'am?"
She shook her head quickly. "No… I don't need anything."
Then the act began again. Her eyes watered, her voice trembled, and she leaned across the desk.
"Sir, please… you have to save me. My husband will kill me if you don't. He refuses to give me a divorce. I… I don't know where else to go."
Lucas listened silently, then sighed. His tone stayed gentle, but there was firmness beneath it.
"I'm sorry, madam. I cannot take your case."
Her face twisted in fury. "Why not?!" she snapped, the helpless victim mask slipping for a moment.
Lucas stood slowly, keeping his composure. "Forgive me. But I cannot represent you. Please… you should leave for now."
The woman glared at him, muttering under her breath, before storming out of the office.
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That night, Lucas sat in his living room, a glass of whiskey in hand. Marcus dropped by like he often did, the two of them sharing the kind of unspoken routine only long-time friends understood.
After a sip, Lucas leaned back and finally spoke.
"Remember that woman who came to me a few days ago? The one begging for a divorce?"
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. What about her?"
Lucas's eyes narrowed, his voice low and steady.
"She's lying. She has an affair with her husband's younger brother. The husband caught them… and that's when everything changed. She's the one who slipped medicine into his food—crippling him. And no one, not even her lover, knows it was her."
Marcus leaned forward, expression tightening.
"She's after her husband's wealth," Lucas continued. "That's her only love. But the brother—he doesn't want his elder brother ruined. That's why he stayed quiet. The husband still works, still brings money, but she wants everything signed over to her. When he refused, she hurt him. And later… he snapped back. That's why he raised his hand against her."
Lucas took another slow sip from his glass, eyes locked on Marcus. "I even met the younger brother yesterday. Smelled the truth on him. Ninety percent of the blame falls on the woman. Ten percent, maybe, on the brother. But she… she's the real monster in this story."
He set the glass down with a quiet thud. "Now tell me, Marcus… what happened with your case? Did the victim's family say anything new?"
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