My Wife Defended Her Assistant In Court

I felt my insides rearrange themselves, and my body was one huge bruise.

I spat out a mouthful of blood. I yelled angrily at Isaiah as he languidly stopped the car.

“Have you gone mad, Isaiah? You were going so fast! Aren’t you afraid of killing someone? Why didn’t you stop when you realized I was caught with you?”

Isaiah looked at me condescendingly. “It’s not my fault that I’m special to Florence. Of course, I can go that fast. Besides, you’re still alive, aren’t you?”

Ignoring the pain, I forced myself upright. However, it seemed that my clothes had been torn from where the car had caught me. Half my body was on display.

Isaiah burst into laughter. This got many of the law firm’s staff to come over and see what poor shape I was in.

I tried my best to get the tattered remains of my clothes to cover up the important bits. “Enough! Shouldn’t you call the police?”

Right then, Florence came over, frantically pushing aside her nosy staff and jogging toward me.

She took off her coat and placed it over me, helping to hide my exposed body.

When she saw that I was injured, she looked somewhat guilty. She asked in confusion, “What happened, Ty? How did you get hurt?”

The staff hurriedly avoided Florence’s gaze. None of them dared to say a word.

Isaiah said in a sad tone, “I saw Tyson sneaking around, so I thought he wanted to steal the dashcam footage from my accident with Mrs. Schultz. That’s why I accidentally went too fast. I didn’t think that would get Tyson hurt. He was cursing me out for it just now.”

Florence quickly started to comfort him, but she also turned to shoot a glare at me.

“Tyson, can’t you be more understanding about this? Isaiah didn’t do this on purpose, so why did you scold him? Besides, Maria’s accident was so long ago, and she’s been paralyzed for a while. Why are you still so mad about it?

“If you really think I didn’t do a good job handling this and want to get justice for her, you can tell me that directly. You don’t have to use such despicable methods to get what you want! I really never expected this of you, Tyson!”

I gave up on trying to defend myself. The injuries only hurt more after I witnessed Florence’s display of apathy and judgment.

This was all such a joke. As long as Isaiah was present, I was at fault for everything. What was the point of trying to get justice?

I laughed self-deprecatingly before speaking up. “I’m not looking for justice or anything. I only want a divorce.”

Florence looked at me disapprovingly. She was about to say something when Isaiah cried out. “Tyson, how could you scratch my car in revenge? Florence bought it for me!”

There was indeed a scratch on the luxury car near the window. It was from where my clothes had been caught. My buttons had scratched the paint.

I explained subconsciously, “I didn’t do that on purpose.”

Before I could react, I felt a sharp sting on my face. Florence had slapped me.

I could taste blood in my mouth as I looked up in disbelief.

I could not believe Florence had hit me because of an almost invisible scratch.

Worse, this was the car that caused my injuries and Mom’s paralysis in that accident.

My voice was hoarse and shaky as I said, “Am I really worth less than this scratch, Florence?”

Florence’s gaze shifted away. However, then, she got even more insistent. “Well, who asked you to scratch Isaiah’s car? Don’t you know I gave it to him for his birthday?

“Even if you’re jealous, you shouldn’t damage his gift! I’ll forgive you this time, but if it happens again, I’ll sue you for property damage.”