Share

71

last update publish date: 2026-06-02 23:12:58

I sank into the office’s leather swivel chair, clutching the stack of Aegis documents Lucas had left behind. The frayed paper edges dug uncomfortably into my palms. I stared at the name “R. Hynes” for a long moment until the letters blurred into shapeless dark smudges before my eyes.

The phone’s shrill ring cut awkwardly through the stillness of the office.

I picked up without uttering a word.

“Jenny.” Alexander’s voice crackled over the receiver, dry and graveled from a sleepless night. “The b
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   125

    Lucas’s finger rested lightly on the front cover of the contract, the fresh printer ink still carrying a faint chemical scent against the smooth paper. His gaze lingered for three full seconds on the line listing the six-thousand-five-hundred monthly salary figure.“Six thousand five hundred?” He lifted his head, a flicker of raw recognition in his eyes Jenny had seen countless times back in law school—the physical tell of a young person realizing their hard work and value had been fully acknowledged: pupils dilating, irises tightening with quiet excitement. “Senior, I only make twenty-five hundred right now.”“What you’re earning now is intern pay. This contract reflects the compensation for a full Junior Litigation Associate.” Jenny’s fingertips rested against the warm ceramic wall of her coffee mug, heat seeping gently into her skin. “The work you’ve handled on the Me

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   124

    Sunlit Legal was unrecognizable now.Six weeks prior, when Jenny first stepped foot in this building, half the fluorescent lights lining the corridors had burned out, and the remaining fixtures cast a sickly yellow glow that aged the wall paint a full decade beyond its actual years. A semi-retired receptionist manned the front desk, dozing off sharp at three o’clock every afternoon. The whiteboard in the conference room still bore case numbers scrawled by the previous managing partner three years earlier; the marks from his dry-erase marker had faded to pale, ghostly gray streaks.Today, every fluorescent tube down the hall had been replaced. The new lamps blazed with crisp cool white light, rendering the marble floor’s mineral veins so distinct you could count every individual crystalline streak. The front desk had a new attendant—Mia, twenty-five years old, a part-time receptionist pursuing her Master of Laws, who arrived promptl

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   123

    Her fingertip brushes that same plastic collar button, cool smooth dome resting beneath her skin for one quiet beat.Then she lifts her hand away, stands, grabs her leather briefcase, and reaches for the office light switch. The fluorescent tube hums once with a fading electrical whine before cutting out entirely, plunging the office into full darkness.She steps out into the corridor, heels clicking steady crisp taps across the tile floor as overhead hallway lights hum above her path, casting her long stretched shadow that curves and vanishes at the far end of the corridor.The elevator doors slide open with a faint hiss. She steps inside and presses the lobby button, plastic clicking softly beneath her fingertip, the doors sealing shut behind her with a thin tearing zip sound.The mirrored elevator wall reflects her quiet smile, the corners of her mouth lifting five millimeters upward into a soft unmissable

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   122

    “Aren’t you going to have any?” she asks, mid-chew on a tender rib, sweet-sour glaze spreading soft tang across her taste buds.“I already ate.”“Where?”“The Vietnamese pho shop directly across from the federal courthouse.”“When did you find time to stop there?”“While you were drafting your opening statement this afternoon.” His fingertip drifts to brush the half-finished closing argument draft spread across her desk, paper rustling faintly beneath his skin. His gaze scans the typed lines quickly, pausing for a full two seconds on the third paragraph — the section quoting Meridian’s internal May 2022 R&D progress report.“Is there an error in paragraph three?” she asks, setting her chopsticks down against the plastic takeout lid with a faint click.&ldq

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   121

    Then she lifts her hand away, stands, grabs her leather briefcase, and reaches for the office light switch. The fluorescent tube hums once with a fading electrical whine before cutting out entirely, plunging the office into full darkness.She steps out into the corridor, heels clicking steady crisp taps across the tile floor as overhead hallway lights hum above her path, casting her long stretched shadow that curves and vanishes at the far end of the corridor.The elevator doors slide open with a faint hiss. She steps inside and presses the lobby button, plastic clicking softly beneath her fingertip, the doors sealing shut behind her with a thin tearing zip sound.The mirrored elevator wall reflects her quiet smile, the corners of her mouth lifting five millimeters upward into a soft unmissable arc, her eyes crinkling faintly with quiet amusement beneath the pale overhead cabin light.The elevator dings upon reachin

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   120

    “No error whatsoever.” He lifts his hand away from the typed pages, resting it flat against the desktop surface. “That paragraph is your strongest exhibit. You rely on no error whatsoever.” He lifts his hand away from the typed pages, resting it flat against the desktop surface. “That paragraph is your strongest exhibit. You rely on Meridian’s own internal corporate documentation to prove their lead scientist referenced summit-obtained crystal stability data in their official development log only one month after the collaborative meeting. Whitfield possesses no viable rebuttal; this document originates from his own client’s internal archives, not evidence your counsel fabricated.”Jenny’s chopsticks lift another rib from the container, plastic clicking against the rim as she sets the utensil back down. The tender meat fibers separate cleanly between her molars as she chews, releasing more thick sweet-sour g

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status