Lying in bed, Lucas stared at the ceiling, his thoughts heavier than the night itself. Even with this supernatural power of mine… I can't figure out the truth about Mom.
Dad had said she left. But where? Why? Those questions haunted him even now. Sometimes he wondered—did she really choose to walk away from both him and his father? Or was there something else?
It had been months since he'd last spoken to his uncle too. The silence around his family's history weighed on him. Thinking and overthinking, his eyes finally grew heavy, and Lucas drifted into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning, Lucas and Marcus shared a quick breakfast before heading out for the day. While Marcus went his way, Lucas walked into his law firm, unaware of what awaited him.
Seated in his office was a woman—mid-thirties, her face pale but determined. The moment Lucas entered, she stood, voice trembling.
"Sir… please help me. I want a divorce. I can't live with my husband anymore. I want to move somewhere else with my daughter."
Lucas gestured for her to sit. "Tell me what's going on."
Her words spilled out like a flood she had been holding back for years. "My husband comes home drunk almost every night. He hits me, sometimes even in front of our daughter. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left his house with her. But…" She paused, her eyes brimming with tears. "Even now, somehow, he finds out where I'm staying. He came last night. He beat me again."
Lucas's jaw tightened, but he kept his voice calm. "Go on."
"I'm the only one earning in the family. I work hard, but every bit of money I bring home—he takes it all. My bank account is empty. No savings left. He spends it all on gambling, on alcohol." Her hands shook as she clutched her bag. "And… I know he visits call girls too. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore."
Lucas leaned back, his sharp gaze studying her. He didn't need his power this time—the truth was written in every crack of her voice, in every trembling gesture. Still, he let the words slip.
"Your husband… he wastes the money on women too, doesn't he?"
The woman froze, eyes wide. "H-how did you know that?"
Lucas gave a faint, wry smile. "A guess."
She swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "You guessed right, sir. Every word of it."
Lucas folded his arms, his mind already racing ahead, weighing the case, the evidence, and the justice this woman so desperately needed.
To be Continued....